Chapter 8: The Person I Never Questioned
The words on the page refused to make sense.
*Do not trust the person who raised you.*
I read them again.
And again.
But the name beneath them remained unchanged.
My hands went numb.
The world became strangely quiet.
I couldn’t hear the security guards.
I couldn’t hear the alarms.
I couldn’t hear the people moving around me.
I only heard my own heartbeat.
Because the name written in my father’s handwriting was not Adrian Moretti.
It wasn’t Daniel Cross.
It wasn’t Gabriel.
It was the one person I had never considered questioning.
The one person who stayed when everyone else left.
My mother.
I looked up.
She was standing across the garage.
Watching my face.
And she already knew.
She knew I had seen it.
“Elias…”
I folded the paper.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Because if I moved too fast, I didn’t know what I would do.
“Is this true?””
My mother’s lips parted.
No answer.
That hurt more than a confession.
“Mom.””
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I can explain.””
Those four words felt like a knife.
Everyone used them.
Everyone who had lied to me.
Everyone who had hidden something.
Daniel.
Victoria.
Gabriel.
Now her.
I stepped back.
“Explain what?””
My voice cracked.
“That my father was afraid of you?””
She looked devastated.
“No.””
“That he left a warning about you?””
“No.””
“Then why is your name there?””
The garage went silent.
Even Gabriel didn’t speak.
My mother looked at the paper.
Then at me.
“I knew this day would come.””
I stared.
“What does that mean?””
She closed her eyes.
“I knew eventually someone would use your father’s words against me.””
“Against you?””
I laughed quietly.
“Mom, I spent eleven years believing everyone betrayed me.””
My voice grew heavier.
“And the entire time, the person I trusted most knew something.””
She looked away.
“I was trying to protect you.””
“Everyone says that.””
I pointed around the garage.
“Everyone says they were protecting me.””
Gabriel stepped forward.
“Elias.””
I turned.
“Don’t.””
He stopped.
Because he understood.
This wasn’t about him.
This wasn’t about Adrian.
This was about the person who held my hand when I was a child.
The person who taught me how to trust.
My mother walked closer.
“I never betrayed your father.””
“Then tell me the truth.””
She nodded.
A tear fell down her cheek.
“I was there the night he died.””
The sentence hit me.
I stopped breathing.
“What?””
“I was there.””
My mother looked at the ground.
“Your father called me before he left.””
“Why?””
“He knew someone was following him.””
The garage lights flickered above us.
She continued.
“He told me if anything happened, I needed to take care of you.””
I stared.
“And you didn’t tell me?””
“I was nineteen years younger than I am now. I had just lost my husband. I had a son who was barely an adult. And powerful people were watching us.””
Her voice shook.
“I was scared.””
I wanted to understand.
I did.
But understanding didn’t erase the pain.
“You lied to me.””
“Yes.””
The honesty surprised me.
“I did.””
She looked at me.
“But not because I was guilty.””
“Then why?””
She took a breath.
“Because your father made me promise.””
I frowned.
“What?””
“He told me the truth would destroy you.””
I shook my head.
“My father wanted me to know.””
“No.””
Her answer was immediate.
“He wanted you alive.””
That stopped me.
My mother looked toward Gabriel.
“Your father knew what kind of people Adrian and his family were.””
Gabriel’s expression darkened.
“My family.””
She nodded.
“He knew the Morettis could destroy anyone who threatened them.””
Gabriel didn’t argue.
Because he knew.
My mother continued.
“He also knew there was someone else involved.””
I looked at the paper.
“Who?””
She swallowed.
“That’s what I never discovered.””
I stared at her.
“But my father wrote your name.””
“Yes.””
“Why?””
Her answer came quietly.
“Because he knew I would hide the truth from you.””
The words landed differently.
Not an accusation.
A fact.
My mother wasn’t saying she was innocent.
She was admitting she made a choice.
A choice she believed she had to make.
“I found the letter after your father died,” she said.
I listened.
“Your father left it hidden in the garage. I read it.””
“What did it say?””
She looked at me.
“He believed Adrian was responsible for the scandal.””
My chest tightened.
“But?””
“But he also believed Adrian wasn’t the person controlling everything.””
Everyone became still.
“Who was?””
My mother shook her head.
“I don’t know.””
A voice interrupted.
“She’s telling the truth.””
Everyone turned.
Gabriel.
He stepped forward.
I looked at him.
“You know that?””
“Yes.””
“How?””
“Because your father told me the same thing.””
My eyes narrowed.
“Then why did he write her name?””
Gabriel looked at the paper.
“Because he trusted your mother.””
I stared.
“That makes no sense.””
“It does.””
Gabriel walked closer.
“Your father knew you would only trust one person after he was gone.””
My breathing slowed.
“He knew you would listen to her.””
“Yes.””
Gabriel pointed at the note.
“He wrote her name because he knew she would carry the burden.””
My mother looked down.
“He wanted me to be the person you hated if the truth came out.””
Silence.
That was something my father would do.
Take the pain himself.
Even if it meant someone else carried the blame.
I looked away.
The anger inside me changed.
Not disappeared.
Changed.
Because now there was something worse than betrayal.
A lifetime of people making decisions for me.
Deciding what I could handle.
Deciding what I should know.
Deciding what my life should be.
“I’m tired.””
The words came out quietly.
Everyone looked at me.
“I’m tired of being protected.””
Nobody spoke.
“I lost eleven years because everyone thought they knew what was best for me.””
My mother cried silently.
Gabriel lowered his eyes.
“I lost my career.””
I looked at the paper.
“I lost my father.””
Then I looked at all of them.
“And I lost the truth.””
No one could argue.
Because it was true.
A phone rang.
Everyone froze.
Not because of the sound.
Because everyone recognized it.
The same unknown number.
Gabriel reached for it.
I stopped him.
“No.””
I took the phone.
“This time, I answer.””
I pressed the button.
“Hello?””
Adrian’s voice came immediately.
“You found the letter.””
I said nothing.
“You’re angry.””
“You should be.””
A pause.
“I know.””
That surprised me.
“You know?””
“Yes.””
His voice sounded different.
Less like a villain.
More like someone exhausted.
“I know what your father sacrificed.””
I gripped the phone.
“You killed him.””
Silence.
Then:
“No.””
The answer was calm.
Too calm.
“I didn’t.””
“Why should I believe you?””
“Because if I wanted to lie, I would have let you believe Gabriel was responsible.””
My eyes moved to Gabriel.
Adrian continued.
“But I didn’t.””
I said nothing.
“Elias, your father’s death was the result of a mistake.””
“What mistake?””
A pause.
Then:
“Trusting the wrong person.””
I looked at my mother.
Then Gabriel.
“Everyone says that.””
“Because everyone is afraid.””
My voice hardened.
“Who should I be afraid of?””
For the first time, Adrian hesitated.
That scared me more than anything.
“Adrian?””
His voice lowered.
“The person who has been closest to you since your father died.””
My blood ran cold.
Again.
The same message.
The same fear.
I looked at my mother.
She looked back at me.
But this time, I noticed something.
Not guilt.
Not fear.
Recognition.
Like she knew exactly who Adrian meant.
“Tell me.””
Adrian didn’t answer.
The call ended.
At the same moment, the garage door opened.
A security guard ran in.
“Mr. Moretti!””
Gabriel turned.
“What?””
The guard looked terrified.
“We found the person who entered the records room.””
Everyone froze.
“Where?””
The guard swallowed.
“In the house.””
My stomach tightened.
“Who?””
The guard looked at me.
Then at my mother.
And said:
“It’s someone who has been living under your protection for eleven years.””
I felt the air disappear.
Because the next words changed everything.
“It’s your mother’s old assistant.””
My mother went pale.
“That’s impossible.””
The guard shook his head.
“No, ma’am.””
He looked toward the mansion.
“She’s waiting for Elias.””
A cold silence followed.
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Then the guard added:
“She says she knows who really killed your father.””
