Todos los capítulos de The Rival I Let In: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Julianii was still staring at the company name when I looked up from my own screen."You recognize it," I said."It appears in the final records of my family's collapse. The buyer, the one who acquired what was left of Marchetti Holdings almost immediately after everything fell apart." His voice was tight, controlled in the way it got when something mattered too much to let it show fully."That doesn't make sense," I said, scanning the incorporation date again. "If the company was only three months old, how did it have enough capital to purchase valuable assets that quickly?""It shouldn't have at least not without significant backing already in place before it was even formed.""Who owned it?""The ownership structure was deliberately hidden. Layers of holding entities, each one owning a piece of the one beneath it. I tried tracing it years ago and I hit a wall every single time." He sat back, something like realization crossing his face. "Now I understand why. Someone built it speci

Julianii stood holding the envelope for a long time without opening it.I watched him turn it over in his hands, studying his father's handwriting on the front, the careful, elegant script that had survived two decades sealed away in a stranger's storage unit."You don't have to read it right now," I said quietly. "If you're not ready.""I need to know." His voice was low, rough at the edges. "I've waited twenty years for something like this. I'm not going to wait any longer.""I'll stay right here, whatever it says."He looked at me for a moment, something grateful passing behind his eyes before he nodded once.He broke the seal carefully, his hands steadier than I expected, and unfolded the pages inside.I watched his eyes move across the first lines, his expression shifting from careful control into something I had never seen from him before."What does it say?" I asked.He read for a moment longer before answering. "It's not an accusation. It's a warning.""About what?""He says t

"What do you mean that's what everyone believes?" I asked.Julianii sat down across from me at the kitchen table, his expression careful, like he was choosing exactly how to deliver something that might break apart on contact."My father kept a private appointment record," he said. "Separate from his business calendar. I found it years ago, among his things, but I never understood most of the entries. One of them is dated the night before the collapse, a meeting with your father.""That's impossible! The official account has always been simple, business pressure, then the collapse, and then his death not long after. He was home that night. Everyone has always said he was home, my grandmother said it, the staff said it. There was never any reason to question it.""According to my father's record, he wasn't supposed to be."I sat with that, my mind refusing to settle into any shape that made sense, every version of the story I carried since childhood starting to feel thin under the weig

I stared at the signature until the letters blurred completely in front of me."It's his," I said quietly. "I would recognize it anywhere. That's my father's handwriting!"Julianii leaned closer, studying the document carefully. "It looks genuine, not forged, not traced. This was signed by him.""That's not possible," I said quietly, even though the evidence was sitting right in front of me on the desk. "He never mentioned anything like this. Not once, not to me, not to anyone I'm aware of.""People keep secrets for reasons they believe are good ones.""If he authorized the footage review himself, then he knew something unusual had happened that night. He wasn't confused about the timeline. He was actively investigating it.""Which means he suspected something was wrong almost immediately.""Immediately…….." I repeated, the word settling strangely. "Not years later, not after everything fell apart completely. He knew something, right at the start, and he never told a single person."I

I sat on the edge of the bed with the phone still pressed to my ear, staring at the dark window like the answer might be written somewhere outside.“Say that again,” I said.Mireille’s voice stayed steady. “The current controlling trust of the shell company has a single beneficiary. Your father.”I didn’t answer right away. My throat felt tight and the room felt too quiet.“That doesn’t make sense,” I said finally. “We found Vesper’s signature, we found the transfer. Why would my father’s name be there?”“I don’t know yet,” Mireille said. “But it’s listed, Clearly.”Julianii appeared in the doorway. He must have heard my voice change, He didn’t speak. He just waited.I looked at him and said the words out loud so he could hear them too.“My father is the beneficiary of the trust that controls the shell company.”His face went still, completely still.“That’s not possible,” he said.“Apparently it is.”He stepped fully into the room. “Read it to me. Exactly the way it was written there