Chapter 7: The Uncle Who Was Supposed to Be Dead
For seventeen years, I'd believed my father was an only child.
There were no photographs of another man in our house. No stories about childhood adventures with a brother. No family gatherings where someone mentioned an uncle I had never met.
Whenever I asked about Dad's side of the family, he'd talk about his parents, his childhood home, and the years he'd spent building his company.
But never a brother.
Now I was standing in the living room, staring at a document bearing the name Jonathan Bennett.
“Dad,” I whispered.
“You told me Grandpa only had one son.””
He didn't look at me.
“I know what I told you.””
“Then who is Jonathan?””
Dad sat heavily on the sofa.
Edward Harrison remained beside the fireplace, holding the document.
“Jonathan was Daniel's older brother,” he explained.
“He disappeared from the family almost twenty years ago.””
“Disappeared?””
Dad finally looked up.
“He wasn't supposed to be part of my life anymore.””
“That doesn't answer my question.””
He rubbed his forehead.
“Jonathan and I started working together when we were young. Our father owned a small property development company. When he died, we inherited the business.””
“What happened?””
Dad looked toward the window.
“Jonathan wanted to expand too quickly. He borrowed money from private investors, made promises he couldn't keep, and began moving money between accounts.””
Edward added, “Some of those accounts were connected to properties owned by your mother's family.””
I frowned.
“Mom's family?””
Dad nodded.
“Your mother inherited a small commercial property from her grandmother. It was worth very little at the time. Jonathan wanted to use it as collateral for a development project.””
“Did Mom agree?””
“No.””
“What did he do?””
Dad looked down.
“He forged her signature.””
The room seemed to shrink.
“Did he steal from her?””
“Yes.””
“How much?””
Edward answered.
“Enough to create a serious legal dispute. But before the case could proceed, Jonathan disappeared.””
Dad continued.
“He left the country. His company collapsed. Several investors lost money. We were told he had died in an accident overseas.””
I stared at him.
“You believed he was dead?””
“I received a death certificate.””
Edward placed another document on the table.
“Unfortunately, the certificate was never independently verified.””
I looked at Dad.
“Did Mom know?””
“Yes. She discovered the connection years later, when she began reviewing the trust accounts.””
“Then why did she write that I shouldn't meet him?””
Dad hesitated.
“Because Jonathan wasn't just involved in a financial dispute.””
He took a breath.
“He threatened your mother.””
My stomach tightened.
“When?””
“Before you were born.””
Edward looked at him.
“Daniel, perhaps you should explain the entire story.””
Dad nodded reluctantly.
“After Jonathan disappeared, I spent years trying to rebuild the company. I met your mother during that period. She knew about my brother, but she didn't know everything.””
He paused.
“Then, shortly before she became pregnant, Jonathan contacted me.””
“From where?””
“I never found out.””
“What did he want?””
Dad looked at the floor.
“He wanted money. He said he had information that could destroy the company if I didn't pay him.””
I felt cold.
“Did you pay him?””
“Yes.””
“How much?””
“Fifty thousand dollars.””
Edward interrupted.
“That was only the first payment.””
Dad looked at him.
“Edward.””
“You need to tell her.””
My father closed his eyes.
“Over the next two years, I paid Jonathan almost $200,000.””
I stepped backward.
“Why?””
“Because he threatened to come after your mother. He knew about the property. He knew about her investments.””
“Did you tell her?””
“Not immediately.””
I stared at him.
“You kept that from Mom?””
“I thought I could handle it.””
Edward quietly placed another paper on the table.
“Your mother eventually discovered the payments. She confronted Daniel and demanded that he stop.””
Dad nodded.
“She told me that paying him would never make him disappear. She was right.””
I looked at the document again.
“Was Richard involved?””
Edward turned a page.
“Richard became involved several years later. His company handled some of the financial administration connected to Jonathan's old business.””
I felt my stomach twist.
“So Vanessa and Richard knew about Jonathan?””
“We believe they did,” Edward said.
Dad stood and walked toward the window.
“Your mother suspected they were using the old arrangement to access the trust. That's why she changed her will.””
“What did she change?””
He turned around.
“She removed me as the person responsible for making decisions about your inheritance.””
I stared.
“Why?””
“Because she believed Jonathan could use me to gain access to the money.””
The words hurt more than I expected.
My mother hadn't stopped loving Dad.
She'd stopped believing he could protect us from his brother.
“Did she leave you anything?””
Dad looked at me.
“That isn't important.””
“It is to me.””
He swallowed.
“She left me the house, the company, and enough money to live comfortably. But she made sure your inheritance was separate.””
Edward nodded.
“She wanted Mia to have something nobody could use against her.””
I looked toward the staircase.
Brianna's suitcase sat near the bottom step. Dad had arranged for her to stay with her grandmother, but she hadn't left yet.
“Where is Vanessa now?””
Dad glanced at his phone.
“She hasn't answered.””
“Do you think she's with Richard?””
“Probably.””
Edward gathered the documents.
“I recommend we contact the authorities and arrange protection for the remaining trust assets.””
Dad nodded.
“Do whatever you need to do.””
I looked at him.
“What about Jonathan?””
Edward hesitated.
“There's a reason your mother wrote that warning. We need to find out whether he's alive before we make any decisions.””
Dad's phone rang.
He checked the screen.
An unfamiliar number.
He answered cautiously.
“Hello?””
A man's voice came through.
“Daniel.””
Dad froze.
I watched the color drain from his face.
“Who is this?””
A quiet laugh.
“You really have forgotten your own brother's voice?””
Dad gripped the phone.
“Jonathan?””
The man laughed again.
“It's been a long time.””
I moved closer.
Dad put the call on speaker.
“What do you want?””
“To speak to my niece.””
Dad's expression turned hard.
“Stay away from her.””
“That's not a very warm welcome.””
“You have no business contacting this family.””
“Actually, Daniel, I have quite a lot of business with this family.””
Edward silently reached for his phone.
Jonathan continued.
“I heard you've been opening old files. Looking through your wife's little collection of secrets.””
Dad said nothing.
“Did you find the blue ledger?””
My heart began pounding.
“Why do you want it?”” Dad asked.
“Because it belongs to me.””
Edward shook his head.
Dad looked at him.
“You have no legal claim to it.””
Jonathan laughed.
“Legal claims are funny things, aren't they? Especially when people don't know the whole story.””
“What story?””
“The story of the money your wife stole.””
Dad's expression changed.
“My wife never stole anything from you.””
“Oh, Daniel. You really don't know.””
I stepped closer to the phone.
“What did my mother steal?””
There was silence.
Then Jonathan spoke.
“Mia?””
“Yes.””
“You sound just like her.””
“Answer my question.””
He laughed softly.
“Your mother was a very clever woman. She knew exactly how to hide things. But she made one mistake.””
“What mistake?””
“She left you the wrong inheritance.””
Dad snatched the phone.
“Don't speak to her.””
Jonathan ignored him.
“Your mother didn't create that fortune, sweetheart. She inherited money that belonged to our family. And she knew it.””
Edward's eyes narrowed.
Dad's voice became dangerous.
“If you contact my daughter again, I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life answering questions from investigators.””
Jonathan chuckled.
“Then perhaps you should ask Richard where he's been keeping the original records.””
The call ended.
For several seconds, nobody moved.
Then Edward spoke.
“He knows about the ledger.””
Dad nodded.
“And he knows Mia is here.””
I looked at the window.
A black sedan was parked across the street.
Its headlights were off.
I walked toward the curtains.
The driver sat perfectly still.
Then his phone lit up.
He raised it toward our house.
And took a photograph.
“Dad,” I whispered.
He came to the window.
The car pulled away before he could reach the door.
Edward immediately called the police.
But I couldn't stop thinking about Jonathan's final words.
Your mother left you the wrong inheritance.
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If he was lying, why was he so interested in the trust?
And if he wasn't lying, what exactly had my mother left me?
