Chapter 9 - The Sacramento Seizure
The line went dead silent except for the frantic rustle of snow jackets and Olivia crying in the background.
“What... what did you say about Sacramento?” Dad whispered, the last ounce of color draining from his voice.
“Since you were so eager to play landlord with property that didn't belong to you, Michael Vance ran a complete financial audit on your personal estate,” I explained calmly, leaning back in my chair. “Turns out, the mortgage on your primary house has been leveraged against fraudulent equity lines for years. Because you defaulted on the promissory notes you signed when you took that 'emergency' loan from me after James died, my trust holds the primary lien.”
On the security monitor, I watched Dad stagger backward against the side of Olivia’s SUV, clutching his chest as David rushed over to steady him.
“Dad? Dad, what’s wrong?” David shouted on the video feed.
“The house... she’s taking the house in Sacramento too,” Dad wheezed, his knees buckling slightly onto the frozen pavement.
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“You’re homeless, Dad,” I said quietly into the phone. “You traded my villa for a sidewalk. Enjoy the fresh air.”
I tapped the end call button, severing the connection permanently.
