Chapter 5: Four Million Dollars in My Name
I couldn't stop staring at the signature.
It looked like mine.
The same awkward capital N.
The same uneven letters.
The same way I crossed the final stroke of the H.
But I was ten years old when that document had been signed.
I hadn't even known how to write my full name properly.
"Who signed this?"" I asked.
Evelyn folded her arms.
"That's what your father was trying to find out.""
Arthur stepped closer.
"Noah, give me the document.""
I moved away.
"Stop asking me to hand things over.""
He froze.
I had never spoken to him like that.
Not once in twenty years.
But I couldn't keep pretending everything was normal.
"Someone opened a multimillion-dollar account in my name. Someone forged my signature. Someone used my identity while I was a child. And you knew something about it.""
Arthur's eyes filled with tears.
"I didn't know about the money.""
"But you knew about the accounts?""
He hesitated.
"Yes.""
I laughed bitterly.
"Of course you did.""
Evelyn opened her folder and removed a chair from beside the stadium railing.
She sat down.
"Let me explain.""
Marcus remained standing.
Arthur looked as though he wanted to disappear.
Evelyn began.
"Your father and Richard started the transportation business together. Richard handled investments. Michael managed operations. At first, everything was legitimate.""
She placed several photographs on the table.
"Then Richard began creating companies that existed only on paper. He would transfer money into these companies and make it look like legitimate business expenses.""
"How much money?""
"At least twelve million dollars.""
I looked at the bank statement.
"And four million ended up in my name?""
"Yes.""
"Why?""
"Your father discovered the accounts. He realized Richard had been using your identity to hide money from investigators.""
I shook my head.
"That doesn't make sense. I was a child.""
"Exactly. You couldn't question the accounts. You couldn't access them. And because Michael was your father, Richard believed he could eventually claim control over the money through your guardianship.""
I turned toward Arthur.
"That's why he wanted custody?""
Arthur nodded.
"Richard wanted legal control over your financial records.""
"Did you know that?""
"Not at first.""
"When did you find out?""
Arthur sat down heavily.
"At the warehouse.""
Evelyn leaned forward.
"Tell him everything.""
Arthur rubbed his hands together.
For a moment, he looked like the tired man who used to sit at our kitchen table paying bills after I had gone to bed.
Then he began.
"Michael called me on November 12. He said he had found something in the company records. He wanted to meet me at the warehouse because he didn't trust anyone else.""
"What did he show you?""
"Bank statements. Forged signatures. Copies of documents showing that Richard had opened accounts using your identity.""
I looked at the signature again.
"Did Dad know Richard had forged this?""
"Yes.""
"Then why didn't he go to the police?""
Arthur looked at Marcus.
"Because we discovered that someone had already leaked information to Richard.""
Marcus's jaw tightened.
Evelyn interrupted.
"Someone had told Richard exactly which documents Michael had copied.""
I looked between them.
"Who?""
Arthur finally spoke.
"Me.""
Silence.
I felt my heart drop.
"You?""
"I had access to some of the company's records. I was helping Michael organize the paperwork. Richard approached me and asked whether Michael had found anything.""
"And you told him?""
"I thought I was buying time.""
I stared at him.
"How many times?""
Arthur looked down.
"Twice.""
Evelyn stood abruptly.
"Don't soften it, Arthur. You sent him the documents.""
Arthur looked at her.
"I didn't send him the evidence.""
"You sent him the locations where Michael had hidden it.""
Arthur's face crumpled.
I felt sick.
"Why?""
Arthur didn't answer.
Evelyn did.
"Richard offered him money.""
I turned toward Arthur.
"Did you take it?""
Arthur closed his eyes.
"Yes.""
The answer was barely audible.
I stepped backward.
"How much?""
"Twenty-five thousand dollars.""
I stared at him.
Twenty-five thousand dollars.
That was less than the cost of a decent car.
Less than the money my father had supposedly been hiding.
Less than what Arthur had spent raising me.
"You sold my father out for twenty-five thousand dollars?""
Arthur shook his head violently.
"No. That's not what happened.""
"Then what happened?""
He wiped his eyes.
"Richard told me he was going to destroy Michael's reputation. He said he would accuse him of stealing from the company. He said he had people who would testify against him.""
"And you believed him?""
"I was scared.""
"So was my father!""
Arthur looked up.
For the first time, he had no answer.
Evelyn picked up the documents.
"There's more.""
I turned toward her.
"Of course there is.""
"After Michael discovered the forged accounts, he changed the beneficiary information on several of his investments. He placed the money into a protected trust for you.""
"Who controls it?""
"An independent trustee.""
"Then why is Richard involved?""
"Because Richard filed a claim saying your father had outstanding debts. He wanted the trust frozen.""
I frowned.
"Was it?""
"Yes.""
"How much money is left?""
Evelyn looked at the statement.
"Approximately four million eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars.""
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I had worked part-time at a grocery store during high school.
I had worn secondhand cleats.
I had helped Arthur repair the roof after storms.
And somewhere in the world, there had been millions of dollars in an account carrying my name.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?""
Evelyn looked at Arthur.
"Because your father asked him not to.""
I turned sharply.
"What?""
Arthur nodded slowly.
"Michael knew Richard might try to get custody. He wanted you to have a normal childhood. He believed that if you knew about the money, people would treat you differently.""
"Then why did you never tell me when I turned eighteen?""
Arthur's voice cracked.
"Because I thought Richard was still watching.""
I stared at him.
"Was he?""
Arthur nodded.
"Yes.""
My phone vibrated.
A new message appeared.
This time, it wasn't an unknown number.
It was Richard Vale.
*Your aunt is lying to you. Ask her why she disappeared for ten years. Ask her what happened to Michael's first set of financial records.*
I showed the screen to Evelyn.
For the first time since she arrived, she looked genuinely shaken.
Marcus noticed.
"What is it?""
Evelyn closed the folder.
"Nothing.""
"Don't lie," I said.
She looked at me.
Then she took out a small photograph.
It showed my father holding a baby.
Me.
On the back, in his handwriting, were the words:
To Evelyn. Thank you for promising to protect him.
I looked up.
"Why did you disappear?""
Evelyn's expression softened.
"Because Richard threatened me.""
"With what?""
She took a long breath.
"With the truth about your mother.""
My body went cold.
My mother had died when I was a baby.
I had grown up believing she had suffered complications after giving birth.
Arthur had told me she had been sick.
He had never spoken about her for long.
I looked at Evelyn.
"What truth?""
She hesitated.
Then she placed another photograph on the table.
It showed a young woman standing beside Michael.
She had dark hair, bright eyes, and a wide smile.
My mother.
But there was something strange.
She was holding a hospital bracelet.
And written on it was a name I didn't recognize.
Not Noah Bennett.
Not Michael Bennett.
Another name.
Evelyn watched my reaction.
"Your mother didn't die because of childbirth complications, Noah.""
I felt the air leave my lungs.
"Then how did she die?""
Evelyn lowered her voice.
"She was killed six months after you were born.""
I looked at Arthur.
He was crying silently.
"Did you know?"" I whispered.
He nodded.
"Yes.""
I stepped away from him.
"Who killed her?""
Evelyn reached into the folder.
Before she could answer, Marcus grabbed her wrist.
"Don't.""
She looked at him.
"Let go.""
"You don't know what you're doing.""
Evelyn pulled free.
"I know exactly what I'm doing.""
She placed a final photograph in front of me.
It showed a man standing beside my mother outside a hospital.
I recognized him immediately.
Richard Vale.
But the date printed on the photograph was impossible.
It was six months after my mother had supposedly died.
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And on the back, in my father's handwriting, were six words.
*Richard was there when she died.*
