Chapter 7 - The Paper Trail
"You don't love me, Bellamy," Byron said, his voice flat and unyielding. "You loved the corporate credit card I gave you. The card that was drawn directly from my mother's trust account."
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a slim silver flash drive, placing it right on top of the open portfolio folder.
"And while we're discussing this house," Byron continued, turning his gaze toward Bellamy's mother, who was sitting frozen in her seat, "perhaps you'd like to explain why fifty thousand dollars was transferred from that exact trust account to your mother's boutique in Miami last Tuesday?"
Bellamy froze. The color that had barely returned to her face vanished entirely once again.
"What?" Bellamy whispered, her eyes widening in absolute horror.
"Did you think I didn't monitor the trust ledgers?" Byron asked, stepping around her. "You thought my mother was just a quiet old woman who didn't understand online banking. But every time you logged into her private portal using the password you stole from her desk, an alert went directly to my phone."
Lorna looked up, her soft grey eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and quiet strength. "I trusted you, Bellamy," Lorna said softly, her voice steady and clear. "I treated you like the daughter I never had. I gave you my mother's ring."
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Bellamy looked down at her left hand, where a massive five-carat antique diamond ring glittered under the chandelier light.
👉 Will Bellamy surrender the stolen ring, or will her desperation drive her to make a fatal mistake?
