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ADRIAN’S POV
Martha: “BTC wallet? Why that? Don’t you have a company account or a personal account?”
Sam: “I do, but I feel it’s safer this way. Transferring all those funds… a small mistake, and it’s all gone.”
Martha: “Hmmm, alright then. If you feel that way, send the address.”
I clenched my jaw as I read the messages over and over again. She had trusted him. She had believed in his words, just like a hundred other business partners she had worked with over the years. But this time, she had made the wrong choice.
He sent her the BTC address, and she transferred the funds.
Then, silence.
The chat history told a story of betrayal. At first, my mother had been calm.
Martha: “Okay, so when should we expect some profits?”
Days passed. No response.
Martha: “Sam? It’s been a few days now. I just wanted an update.”
Still nothing.
Martha: “Sam, I’ve been trying to reach out to you, but you’re not answering. I event went to your place, but your neighbors say you haven’t been around for two weeks. Please get back to me as soon as possible.”
A week passed.
Martha: “Sam, I haven’t heard from you in over a month. The investors are already on my neck. What the hell is going on?”
Then came the flood of texts. She had begged, threatened, demanded answers–but still, there was nothing. He had vanished.
My blood boiled as I stared at the messages. This wasn’t just a bad business deal. This wasn’t just some unfortunate market turn. This was a fraud.
Sam Grayson had manipulated my mother, convinced her to gather an impossible. amount of money, and then led her to send it in a way that couldn’t be traced.
She had been desperate, and he had used that desperation against her.
I gripped the phone so tightly than fully unlocked
Successfully
My mother wasn’t stupid. She must have realized the truth too late. Maybe that’s why she had called him 81 times, why she had sent all those messages. She had been pleading for a way out, and he had ignored her.
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I exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself, but my vision was blurring with rage.
She had killed herself because of this.
Because of him.
I sucked in a deep breath and shut my eyes, willing my emotions to calm down. My mother must have felt so alone in her final moments. She hadn’t come to me. She hadn’t told me what was happening. Had she thought I wouldn’t understand? Or had she been afraid of burdening me?
Didn’t she realize I would have fought for her?
A sharp pain tightened in my chest, but I shoved it down. Now wasn’t the time to mourn. I needed to act.
I wiped the tears from my face and stood up.
The documents.
She had mentioned reviewing them before making the transfer. That meant the papers had to be somewhere in this room.
I moved to her wardrobe first, sifting through her neatly folded clothes, and searching. for a hidden folder or envelope. Nothing..
Next, I checked her nightstand drawers, pulling each one open, and running my fingers -over every surface. Still nothing.
Then, finally, buried beneath a pile of dresses at the bottom of the closet, I found a thick yellow file.
I sat on the bed and opened it carefully.
My breath caught as I scanned the contents.
There it was.
A record of the transfer–350 million dollars.
Her name and signature were on it. So was his.
Sam Grayson.
I traced my fingers over the name, my anger boiling over once more.
This bastard had signed off on everything.
I flipped through the pages, reading every detail. He had promised a 200% return on investment. He had guaranteed safety. He had been so convincing that my mother had put everything on the line.
And now, she was dead because of it.
I slammed the file shut, my pulse pounding in my ears.
I needed to make sure no one else got their hands on these documents. If the police
got involved, all they would do was open an investigation, drag the case through court,
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and maybe–maybe put him behind bars for a few
That wasn’t enough.
years.
I grabbed a black sack from the corner of the room and started stuffing it with every
relevant piece of evidence I could find.
Her phone.
The documents.
Any records that could expose him.
This wasn’t the police’s problem anymore.
This was mine.
I made my way down to the basement, my footsteps heavy with determination. The place hadn’t been used in years. Dust covered the furniture, and the air was thick with the scent of neglect.
I found an old wooden cabinet and shoved the bag inside, locking it securely.
No one would touch this evidence.
No one would interfere.
I straightened up and let out a slow breath, my mind racing ahead.
This was only the beginning.
I walked back to my room, feeling the weight of everything settle onto my shoulders.
I stopped in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection.
I should have been crying. I should have been mourning.
But I wasn’t.
Because the rage burning inside me left no room for grief.
“I promise,” I whispered, my voice like steel. “I’m going to avenge your death.”
The words felt final, like an oath being sealed.
This wasn’t just about justice anymore.
This was about revenge.
With my mother gone, the position of CEO in her company was vacant. Someone had to take it. And according to her will, that someone was me.
It wouldn’t be easy. I was still in college. I still had a lot to learn about the business world. But none of that mattered.
If I wanted to take Sam Grayson down, I needed power. I needed resources and I was going to get them–no matter what it took.
Sam Grayson.
I’m coming for you.
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