Chapter 6 - Forty-Six Million
Natalie called me crying.
“I didn’t know.”
“Your company received forty-six million dollars.”
“It’s not my company.”
“Your name is on it.”
“Dad set it up.”
She sent me the documents.
A shell company.
No employees.
No office.
No real services.
George controlled the account.
Then she sent a voice recording.
George and Carmela.
George:
“If Clara becomes a problem, Anton can still influence her.”
Carmela:
“He won’t choose money over his wife.”
George laughed.
“He won’t know he’s choosing.”
Anton turned away.
They had planned to use him too.
Natalie whispered:
“There’s more.”
“What?”
“Dad paid a doctor three months ago.”
The doctor was Samuel Ward.
A psychiatrist.
He had signed a preliminary evaluation in my name.
I had never met him.
The report described me as paranoid, emotionally unstable, impulsive.
It was dated one week before my wedding.
Anton stared at the page.
“This is insane.”
“No,” I said.
“It’s organized.”
Harris found the payment.
Fifty thousand dollars.
Dr. Ward denied everything until he saw the bank transfer.
Then he admitted Carmela had contacted him first.
She sent edited clips of me crying after my grandmother’s death.
Arguing with Anton.
Leaving a stressful family dinner.
Normal moments repackaged as symptoms.
Ward said:
“She told me Anton agreed with the concerns.”
Anton stood.
“I never spoke to you.”
Ward looked at him.
“No. Your mother emailed from your account.”
The email had been sent at 2:11 a.m.
On the night of Anton’s bachelor party.
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When his phone had been left at Carmela’s house.
Natalie sent one more screenshot before hanging up: a spreadsheet showing future payments scheduled after the acquisition. The amounts rose sharply after Monday. Whatever George planned, he had expected the sale to make questions disappear, not create new ones.
