Todos los capítulos de Seven Days To Forget The Billionaire : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Anna’s POVThe photograph of the estate representative’s signature remained open on my phone long after Vicky and I left Steven’s office.I kept staring at it, not because the signature itself meant anything to me, but because of the document beneath it.‘Do not release identifying information concerning either minor without written authorisation.’That instruction had been issued before the estate records were altered, and before Vicky and I knew anything about each other.Someone had been controlling access to our identities from the beginning but the signature gave us something the previous records hadn’t.A starting point.“We can’t keep searching the estate records,” Vicky said as we reached the car.“Why not?”“Because we’re looking at what happened after the decision was made.”She opened the door. “We need to find whoever made the decision.”I slipped my phone into my bag. “That’s what the signature is for.” She looked at me. “You think we can identify him?”“Not from the sig

Anna’s POVThe claimant’s name was still missing.I had stared at the redacted section long enough for the words around it to blur, but the more I looked at the document, the more certain I became that we were approaching the part of the investigation that mattered.Whoever had submitted that claim had not simply asked for money.They had known enough about the Carthwell estate to request documents that even Vicky and I had only discovered after weeks of searching, and they had done it years before either of us knew we were connected to the family.I opened the archive record again. “Look at the solicitor’s request,” I said.Vicky pulled her chair closer. “The claimant requested the original ownership schedules, the trust records and the family correspondence.”“And the biological verification.”“Yes.”She frowned. “Why would someone requesting an inheritance need all of that?”“Because they weren’t simply trying to prove they were entitled to money.”I scrolled down. “They were tryin

Anna’s POVThe address stayed on my screen until the numbers began to blur.I had looked at it so many times that I could almost picture the place without seeing it, although I had never been there before.Somewhere in London, behind walls and a gate that probably had nothing to do with me anymore, stood a property that had once belonged to my parents.Unlike everything else we had found, this one had never disappeared. It was still there, still registered under a company connected to Blackwell Holdings, still valuable, still trapped in a dispute over its ownership, and, according to the latest document, impossible for its current owner to refinance because the chain of title could not be properly established.That was the first thing that made me certain we had to see it.I wasn’t expecting the house to magically contain answers, because whoever had controlled my family’s assets could have removed anything that connected it to us.Still, the property had been left behind, and people

Anna’s POVMark called me just after nine the next morning.I knew it was him before I answered because I had been staring at my phone for the last ten minutes, waiting for the call he had promised to make.“Hello?” His voice was quieter than usual.“I spoke to my mother.” I sat up.“And?” There was a pause, long enough for me to know the conversation hadn’t gone the way he expected.“She remembers the property.” My grip tightened around the phone.“What did she say?”“She said Nathan brought the transaction to her.” I frowned.“Why?”“He told her the property belonged to one of the companies he was restructuring. He said it was an old asset that had become difficult to manage and that transferring it would protect its value.” I stared ahead.“So she approved it because she believed it was a business transaction.”“Yes.”“Did she know it belonged to my family?”“No.” The answer came quickly, yet I didn’t immediately accept it.“What else did she say?” Mark exhaled.“She remembered you

Anna’s POVBy eight the next morning, I was staring at the same company registration that had kept me awake half the night.There was something about it that bothered me, although I couldn’t yet explain what it was. The adviser’s name had appeared in the company’s history years after my parents’ deaths, and the company itself had once been connected to one of the businesses my parents had owned.That connection alone wasn’t enough.People changed companies. Directors resigned. Businesses were sold, dissolved or absorbed into larger organisations all the time.What made this different was the timing. The company had disappeared after several of my family’s assets had already started changing hands.I enlarged the registration again. Vicky sat opposite me, scrolling through the records we’d managed to gather.“You’re still looking at it,” she said.“I don’t like it.”“You’ve said that three times.”“Because it still doesn’t make sense.”She put her phone down. “What exactly doesn’t?”I