My Parents Tried to Steal My Million-Dollar Inheritance, Forged My Signature, and Ordered Me Out by Friday
Chapter 2The Forged Deed Revealed How Far My Father Went Already
The movers refused to touch anything once Ethan showed them the certified trust documents. Ashley chased their truck into the street, shouting that she had paid them, but they drove away. When she returned, her sunglasses were in one hand and the useless house keys were clenched in the other.
“You did this because you hate me.”
“I protected what Grandma and Grandpa left me.”
Mom stepped forward. “We were correcting an unfair decision.”
“By forging my signature?”
Her face changed. “Richard told us Grandpa had signed a correction.”
Ashley turned sharply toward Dad. “You said the lawyer fixed the will.”
Dad ordered everyone to calm down.
Then another vehicle entered the driveway.
Gregory Shaw stepped out with an assistant and announced he had purchased the house. Ethan showed him the trust documentation.
“You attempted to buy property from someone who never owned it,” Ethan said.
Gregory stared at Ashley. “I transferred you one hundred twenty thousand dollars.”
Mom nearly dropped her coffee.
Ashley had told Gregory I was merely a tenant refusing to leave. Worse, she had claimed his nonrefundable advance would secure the property before closing.
“Return my money,” Gregory said.
Ashley panicked. “I can.”
“You told me it was already used to clear liens.”
Mom turned toward Dad.
“Richard, where is that money?”
He tried to dismiss the question as family business.
Ashley demanded an answer.
Finally Dad snapped, “You were supposed to wait until Emily left before accepting anything!”
Nobody moved.
He had just admitted he knew about the scheme.
Gregory lifted his phone to call police.
Then Ashley shoved the keys against Dad’s chest. “You told me this was legal. You said Ethan would never find out before closing.”
Ethan’s eyes sharpened.
“Before I found out?”
Ashley froze.
Dad grabbed for her arm. She pulled away. “You told me somebody inside Ethan’s office gave you everything!”
My heartbeat started pounding.
Ethan compared the false deed with his confidential trust documents. A tiny internal drafting code appeared on both.
“This wasn’t built from public records,” he said. “Someone accessed my firm’s file.”
Only four people had access.
Ethan.
The senior partner.
The records manager.
And the legal assistant who had sat beside me while I signed the trust.
Then Ethan’s phone buzzed.
A security photograph from his office appeared.
The legal assistant stood outside the records room holding my confidential file.
Dad stood beside her.
Around her neck glittered a diamond necklace I recognized instantly.
Grandma’s necklace.
The one we had been unable to find after her death.
Suddenly this was no longer only about my house.
Someone had been stealing from the estate long before Ashley ever brought me that deed.
