Chapter 5 - The Sting at the Beach HouseTwo hours later, our car pulled into the driveway of a remote, three-story oceanfront mansion nestled on the cliffs of Shell Beach.
The property was isolated, surrounded by dense pine trees with no neighboring houses for half a mile.
Diane immediately unlocked the front doors, leading us into a vast living room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the crashing waves below.
Nathan set my bags down and pulled a thick white envelope from his leather briefcase.
âBefore we unpack, Clara,â Nathan said, setting a pen on the marble dining table, âlet's sign the final trust deeds. Diane brought the notary stamp.â
I looked at Diane, who pulled a professional notary seal from her handbag. She wasn't just his mother; she was the active co-conspirator who validated his fraudulent signatures!
âI think Iâd like to read the documents once more, Nathan,â I said smoothly, stepping back toward the glass doors.
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Nathanâs smile completely died.
âSign the papers, Clara,â Nathan demanded, his voice dropping into a harsh, threatening register. âYouâre my wife now. You don't need to read them.â
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