Chapter 8 - The Golden Betrayal
The absolute, suffocating realization hit the porch like a physical bomb.
Darlene had forged a signature for a day when Silus wasn't even in the state. The alibi was ironclad. The deed was a completely undeniable, easily provable forgery.
"No!" Preston shrieked, completely losing his mind. The charismatic influencer facade shattered into a million pathetic pieces. He pointed wildly at his aunt. "I didn't know! She did it! Darlene forged it behind my back! She just handed it to me!"
"Preston!" Darlene gasped, tears of pure horror spilling down her cheeks. "I did this for you! You begged me!"
"He's lying!" the father yelled, desperately trying to protect his favorite son, even at the expense of his own sister. "Preston didn't know! It was Darlene's idea!"
The deputy wasn't amused. He pulled a stack of printed text messages from his pocket.
"Silus also provided us with the cloud backup of your family group chat," the deputy said coldly. "The one where Preston explicitly asks Darlene to use her notary stamp on a fake deed, and promises to pay her ten thousand dollars once his television pilot gets picked up."
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Preston’s knees buckled. He fell heavily against the wooden porch railing, grasping his chest as he hyperventilated. The camera operator entirely stopped filming, backing away in disgust.
👉 What will happen to the toxic family now that their massive conspiracy is exposed?
