CHAPTER 4: THE BROTHER’S HIDDEN CRIMES
The Prescott family had always presented themselves as untouchable.
That was their greatest weakness.
People who believe they cannot fall stop looking down.
They forget there is always something beneath them.
A crack.
A weakness.
A truth waiting to surface.
And Brandon Prescott had one.
His own arrogance.
Daniel arrived at my house before sunrise.
That alone told me the information was serious.
Daniel was not the type of person who created unnecessary urgency. Twelve years in military intelligence had trained him to separate important information from noise.
When he walked through the door carrying another folder, I already knew.
“This is about Brandon.”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
I poured two cups of coffee and placed one in front of him.
“What did you find?”
Daniel opened the folder.
“Brandon Prescott has spent the last decade building his image as a successful businessman.”
“Publicly.”
Daniel looked at me.
“Exactly.”
He pulled out several documents.
“Privately, things are different.”
I scanned the pages.
Companies.
Transactions.
Legal records.
At first glance, nothing unusual.
Then I noticed something.
“Multiple companies with different names.”
“Yes.”
“Same addresses.”
“Yes.”
“Same executives.”
Daniel nodded.
“Shell companies.”
The words settled heavily in the room.
“What was he hiding?”
Daniel leaned forward.
“Money movement.”
I looked at him.
“Explain.”
“He created multiple businesses that appeared independent. But money was being transferred between them.”
“For what purpose?”
“To hide losses.”
I turned another page.
“And the connection to Emily?”
Daniel became silent.
That silence told me everything.
“There is one.”
He pointed at a document.
“After Emily married Ethan, she became a shareholder in one of the Prescott family’s companies.”
My expression changed.
“She never told me that.”
“Because she probably didn’t know the full details.”
I continued reading.
The company.
The ownership structure.
The financial transfers.
Then I saw it.
A large amount of money had been moved shortly after Emily disappeared from public view.
“Brandon used her.”
Daniel nodded.
“That is what it looks like.”
My hands tightened.
They had not only controlled my daughter emotionally.
They had used her name.
Her reputation.
Her trust.
As a shield.
When I returned to the hospital, Emily was awake.
She looked better than before.
Not healed.
Not yet.
But stronger.
A person who has survived a storm still carries the rain on their skin.
“Mom.”
I sat beside her.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little better.”
“That is good.”
She looked at me carefully.
“You found something.”
It was not a question.
Emily had always been observant.
Even as a child.
“You know your father used to say you could read people better than anyone?”
She smiled faintly.
“I thought he was just being nice.”
“He was right.”
I showed her the documents.
Not everything.
Not the most complicated parts.
But enough.
Her face changed.
“Brandon?”
I nodded.
“I didn’t know.”
“I know.”
She looked hurt.
“Why would they do this?”
That question was the hardest.
Because sometimes people hurt others not because they need to.
Because they can.
“Some people become so obsessed with protecting their image,” I said, “they forget there are real people behind it.”
Emily looked down.
“I trusted them.”
“I know.”
“I thought they loved me.”
I reached for her hand.
“Emily.”
She looked up.
“The fact that someone betrayed your trust does not mean your trust was a mistake.”
A tear appeared.
“You always know what to say.”
I smiled slightly.
“No.”
I looked at her.
“I just know what I needed to hear when I was younger.”
That afternoon, the Prescott family made another move.
This time, they went directly after me.
A news article appeared online.
The headline was carefully chosen.
“Decorated Military Officer Accused of Using Influence in Personal Dispute.”
I read the article silently.
They were trying to change the story.
Not Emily anymore.
Me.
The article suggested I was abusing my position.
Using military connections.
Threatening a civilian family.
It was clever.
Almost impressive.
Almost.
Daniel called.
“They are trying to make you look aggressive.”
“I know.”
“They are afraid.”
I looked at the article again.
“No.”
Daniel paused.
“They are?”
“They are not afraid of me.”
I closed the page.
“They are afraid of what I might find.”
The next day, I received an unexpected visitor.
A woman stood outside the hospital room.
She looked nervous.
Early forties.
Simple clothing.
Hands shaking slightly.
“Colonel Hart?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Sarah Mitchell.”
The name immediately caught my attention.
The same name from Daniel’s file.
The woman from eight years ago.
The woman whose complaint disappeared.
She looked toward Emily.
“Is she your daughter?”
“Yes.”
Sarah swallowed.
“Then I know why I am here.”
I stepped aside.
“Come in.”
She entered slowly.
Emily looked confused.
“Who is she?”
Sarah sat down.
“I was someone who came before you.”
The room became quiet.
“What does that mean?” Emily asked.
Sarah looked at her.
“It means I know what the Prescott family does.”
Emily’s expression changed.
Sarah continued.
“They hurt people.”
Her voice trembled.
“And then they convince everyone the victim is the problem.”
I listened carefully.
“Tell me what happened.”
Sarah looked at her hands.
“I worked for one of Brandon’s companies.”
She took a deep breath.
“I discovered financial irregularities.”
Daniel’s investigation.
The connection.
Sarah continued.
“When I tried to report it, Brandon threatened me.”
“What did he say?”
She looked up.
“He told me nobody would choose an employee over the Prescott family.”
My expression hardened.
“What happened after?”
“I lost my job.”
A pause.
“My reputation was destroyed.”
Emily whispered:
“How did they do that?”
Sarah looked at her.
“They told everyone I was unstable.”
The same strategy.
Again.
And again.
The same weapon.
Destroy the person.
Ignore the truth.
Sarah reached into her bag.
“I brought something.”
She placed a small flash drive on the table.
“What is this?”
“Evidence.”
Daniel immediately stepped forward.
“What kind?”
Sarah looked nervous.
“Documents I copied before I left.”
Brandon’s financial records.
Internal communications.
Messages.
Proof.
I looked at Daniel.
He understood immediately.
This could change everything.
Sarah stood.
“I know I should have spoken sooner.”
Her voice broke.
“But I was scared.”
I looked at her.
“You are speaking now.”
She nodded.
“I want to help Emily.”
Emily reached out and held Sarah’s hand.
A simple gesture.
But powerful.
Two survivors.
Two different years.
The same enemy.
That night, Daniel analyzed the files.
I waited.
Hours passed.
Then my phone rang.
“Victoria.”
I immediately knew from his voice.
“Tell me.”
A pause.
“The flash drive is real.”
“And?”
“It contains enough information to expose Brandon.”
I closed my eyes.
Finally.
A real opening.
But Daniel was not finished.
“There is something else.”
“What?”
He lowered his voice.
“The documents connect Brandon to Margaret.”
I stood.
“How?”
“Margaret knew.”
The room felt colder.
“She knew everything.”
I looked toward Emily’s bedroom door.
The truth was becoming clearer.
This was not a family accident.
Not a misunderstanding.
Not a single person losing control.
It was a system.
A system built by three people.
Ethan.
Margaret.
Brandon.
And now…
the first piece of that system was beginning to collapse.
But before we could strike…
the Prescott family made their most dangerous move yet.
They filed a lawsuit against Emily.
Claiming she had damaged their reputation.
And they demanded millions.
I stared at the legal notice in my hand.
They were not just trying to silence her.
They were trying to make her afraid to speak.
I folded the document carefully.
Then I placed it on the table.
Daniel looked at me.
“What are you going to do?”
I looked at the Prescott mansion visible through the evening news footage.
The same mansion where they believed they controlled everything.
My answer was simple.
“We stop defending ourselves.”
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A pause.
“We start attacking the truth.”
