Chapter 12 - The Shadow Sister
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Victoria Vance was a name that was never spoken in our house. Growing up, any question about my father’s older sister was met with icy silence from my father and outright rage from my mother. All I knew was that she had been stripped of her inheritance in 1996 after a vicious courtroom battle, leaving the country with a lump-sum settlement and a vow to see my mother beg in the streets.
Sitting in my study while Leo slept upstairs, I pulled down the old leather trunk of my father’s personal estate papers that had survived the vault fire.
"She was always the brilliant one," Lucas said, sitting across from me, sipping a bottle of water. He had driven over the moment I called him about the $14 million escrow drain. "Dad told me once, when he was drunk, that Aunt Victoria was the one who actually designed the Miami land acquisition model. Mom framed her for embezzlement to force Dad to kick her out of the family firm."
"And Victoria waited thirty years for Mom and Croft to tear each other apart," Elena added, leaning against my desk, looking over the corporate tree of Aegis Holdings. "She waited until the empire was fragile, until you transferred the assets into my foundation."
"It's not just revenge against Evelyn," I realized, looking at the wire routing numbers. "Victoria wants the Miami land. The land value has increased eight hundred percent since 1998. It’s worth over $200 million now. If she triggers the debt default, she wipes out Elena's foundation and takes the crown jewel of the Vance estate for pennies on the dollar."
My desk phone rang. It was an unlisted international number from Geneva, Switzerland.
I put it on speaker.
"Hello, Daniel," a woman's voice rasped through the speaker. Her tone was smooth, cultured, and carried the unmistakable cadence of the Vance family—calculated, cold, and utterly detached.
"Aunt Victoria," I said.
A dry laugh echoed through the line. "So, the forensic accountant lives up to his reputation. I was wondering how long it would take you to trace the 2004 power of attorney."
"You stole $14 million from an escrow account to force a predatory default," I said, my voice steady. "That's grand larceny. The FBI will have an international arrest warrant issued by tomorrow morning."
"Let them try, darling," Victoria sneered softly. "The escrow code was legally issued to me under the 1996 severance contract signed by your late, spineless father. I didn't steal anything. I simply exercised my contractual right to recall unallocated family capital. Your father's sloppy paperwork is my legal shield."
"You're targeting a charitable foundation that supports abuse survivors, Victoria," Elena spoke up, stepping closer to the microphone. "Is your hatred for Evelyn so blind that you'd destroy hundreds of lives just to settle an old score?"
A long silence hung on the line before Victoria responded, her voice dropping its warm veneer, turning icy cold.
"Ah, the junior consultant from Croft’s firm," Victoria said maliciously. "The girl who climbed from poverty into my family's bed. Don't lecture me on morality, my dear. Evelyn stole my life thirty years ago. She turned my brother against me, called me crazy, and had me escorted off the property by armed guards while your husband was just a boy playing with wooden blocks."
"Evelyn is in a federal prison in Danbury, Victoria," I said. "She has nothing left. You've already won."
"She’s alive," Victoria spat back. "She breathes air while I spent thirty years exiled in Zurich, watching her wear my mother's diamonds on the covers of society magazines. No, Daniel. I won't win until everything she ever touched—including you, your wife, and your precious little foundation—is reduced to ashes."
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"You have forty-eight hours, Daniel," Victoria added, her voice chillingly calm again. "Wire $14 million of your personal capital into Aegis Holdings to cover the escrow gap, or I seize the Miami land on Thursday night. Let's see how much you really love your wife's little charity project."
The line went dead.
