PART 3 — THE PAPER TRAIL
PART 3 — THE PAPER TRAIL
Within ten minutes, the mansion was no longer theirs.
It belonged to silence and surveillance.
My father’s men moved through the house like ghosts.
Hidden cameras were removed.
Documents collected.
Phones copied.
Santiago tried to regain control.
“I built this empire!”
My father finally stepped closer.
“No,” he said. “You inherited confidence. That’s not the same thing.”
Then a folder was thrown onto the marble table.
It opened.
Psychiatric reports.
Forgery.
Custody fraud.
My name stamped across every page like a prison sentence.
Santiago’s expression tightened.
Beatriz finally spoke.
“She was unstable. It was for the child’s safety.”
I laughed.
For the first time in months.
A broken, exhausted sound.
“You forged my sanity,” I whispered.
My father didn’t look at the documents.
He looked at them.
“You didn’t just abuse my daughter,” he said. “You planned to erase her.”
A pause.
May you like
Then:
“That’s a different kind of crime.”
