But Dererick’s entire demeanor had changed. The false warmth was gone, replaced by predatory alertness.
He knew something was wrong, and he was looking at me like I was a threat instead of a victim. “Actually, Derek, I think I should go home and rest,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “This has been emotionally exhausting.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Barl.
I think you should stay here where your family can keep an eye on you. You seem agitated again.”
Derek moved between me and the front door, and I realized I might be in serious physical danger. He knew I was investigating him, and he wasn’t going to let me leave to expose his plans.
Amanda finally sensed something was wrong. “Derek, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”
“I’m protecting this family from someone who’s been lying to all of us,” Dererick said, his voice turning cold and threatening.
“Barl hasn’t been having a breakdown. She’s been working with outside investigators to sabotage our family’s recovery.”
Dad looked up from his chair, struggling to focus. “What investigators?
I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“That phone call was from a business associate who saw Barl meeting with private investigators and federal agents this morning,” Derek continued. “She’s been recording our conversations and trying to gather evidence to frame me for the crimes she committed.”
The mask was finally off. Dererick’s true personality emerged, and it was terrifying.
He looked at me with cold calculation, like he was deciding whether I was worth keeping alive. “Amanda, call the police,” I said firmly. “Derek is not who you think he is.”
“Don’t you dare,” Dererick snapped at Amanda.
“Barl is desperate and dangerous. She’ll say anything to avoid taking responsibility for stealing from your family.”
But something in Dererick’s tone finally broke through Amanda’s infatuation. For the first time, she looked at him with uncertainty instead of adoration.
“Derek, you’re acting really strange. Maybe we should all just calm down and talk about this rationally.”
“It’s too late for talking,” Derek said grimly. “Barl has forced my hand by involving federal investigators.
Now I have to accelerate the timeline and cut my losses.”
He pulled out his phone and started typing rapidly. “I’m arranging emergency transportation and asset liquidation. Amanda, get your father’s bank account information and power of attorney documents.
We’re leaving tonight.”
“Leaving?” Amanda’s voice was small and confused. “Derek, what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about survival. Your sister has destroyed any chance of a quiet resolution to this situation.
Now we have to take what we can and disappear before the investigators can freeze the accounts.”
Finally, Amanda was seeing Derek for what he really was, a criminal who’d been using her to steal from her family. “You’re talking about running away with our family’s money,” she whispered. “I’m talking about saving what’s left of your inheritance before your sister’s accusations destroy everything,” Dererick replied sharply.
“Now get those documents or lose everything you have left.”
Amanda looked at me with dawning horror and understanding. “Barl, were you telling the truth about Derek?”
“Yes,” I said simply. “He’s done this to other families before.
He’s a professional con artist and he was planning to steal everything and abandon you once he was safely out of the country.”
Derek laughed bitterly. “Touching family reconciliation, but it’s too late for that now. Barl, you have no idea what you’ve stumbled into.
This operation involves people who don’t leave loose ends.”
My hidden microphone was recording everything, and I knew Tom and Marcus were listening. Help was coming, but I needed to keep Derek talking until they arrived. “Derek, you don’t have to do this.
You could still walk away and disappear without hurting anyone else.”
“I could have done that yesterday before you involved federal investigators. Now I have to clean up this mess completely before I go.”
The threat in his voice was unmistakable. Derrick wasn’t just planning to steal our money anymore.
He was planning something much worse. Dererick’s phone buzzed with an incoming call, and his expression turned even darker as he read the screen. “This is my exit contact.
Amanda, you have 60 seconds to decide if you’re coming with me or staying here to face the consequences of your sister’s interference.”
Amanda looked between Derek and me with pure terror. “Derek, I don’t understand what’s happening. You said you loved me.”
Dererick’s laugh was cruel and dismissive.
“I told you what you needed to hear to gain access to your family’s assets. You were always just a means to an end, Amanda. A useful tool for manipulating your parents and discrediting your sister.”
The devastating truth of Dererick’s betrayal hit Amanda like a physical blow.
She sank onto the couch, tears streaming down her face as she finally understood how completely she’d been used. “But you said we were going to get married and build a life together,” she whispered. “I’m already married,” Derek replied casually, answering his phone.
“To a woman named Isabella who’s waiting for me in Grand Cayman with our real plans.”
Amanda’s face went white with shock and humiliation. Everything she’d believed about Derek, everything she’d sacrificed her family relationships for, had been a lie from the beginning. Derek stepped away to take his call, speaking in urgent whispers about emergency extraction and asset liquidation.
I could hear him giving someone our address and requesting cleanup services for loose ends. Dad struggled to stand up from his chair, still groggy from whatever Derek had been putting in his coffee. “I don’t understand what’s happening.
Amanda, why is Derek talking about stealing our money?”
“Because he’s been lying to us about everything, Dad,” I said gently. “He’s not Amanda’s boyfriend. He’s a criminal who targets families like ours to steal their businesses.”
Mom came out of the kitchen, having overheard the conversation.
“Derek, is this true? Have you been deceiving us this whole time?”
Derek ended his call and turned back to us with cold indifference. “This conversation is over.
I’m leaving in 30 minutes with whatever liquid assets I can access. Anyone who tries to stop me will regret it.”
He opened his laptop and started accessing bank accounts, preparing to transfer every dollar he could steal before disappearing. The sound of fingers flying across the keyboard was terrifying because I knew each keystroke was stealing another piece of my family’s future.
Amanda stood up shakily and walked over to Derek. “I want to see your phone.”
“Excuse me.”
“Your phone. If you’re really planning to leave me here, I want to understand why.”
Derek hesitated, then handed her the phone, probably thinking she was still under his control.
But Amanda was done being manipulated. She scrolled through his recent calls and messages, her expression growing more horrified with each discovery. “There are messages here to someone named Isabella about bringing the money but leaving the baggage,” Amanda read aloud.
“And texts about meeting in Grand Cayman without the American girl.”
Derek tried to grab the phone back, but Amanda stepped away from him. “There were also messages to someone about eliminating witnesses and cleanup services. Derek, were you planning to hurt us?”
“Give me the phone, Amanda.”
“No.”
For the first time in months, Amanda stood up to Derek.
“I want my family to hear what you really think of us.”
She continued reading. “Message to Isabella. The sister figured it out, but I’ll handle her before I leave.
The parents are too drugged and confused to be a problem, and Amanda is too stupid to realize what’s happening until it’s too late.”
The room went completely silent as the full scope of Derek’s contempt and criminal intentions became clear. He hadn’t just been stealing our money. He’d been planning to hurt us to cover his tracks.
“Derek,” mom whispered, “you were going to hurt our children.”
“I was going to do whatever was necessary to complete my mission successfully,” Derek replied without emotion. “You people made this personal when you should have just accepted the business restructuring quietly.”
Dad, despite his drugged confusion, understood enough to be outraged. “Get out of our house.
Get out right now.”
“I’ll leave when I’m finished transferring the remaining funds,” Dererick said, turning back to his laptop. That’s when Amanda made the bravest decision of her life. She smashed Dererick’s phone against the wall, destroying his communications and probably disrupting his escape plans.
