Chapter 2 - The Stolen Identity
The line went dead before Richard could process my words.
I set my phone down on my massive new mahogany desk.
I smiled, feeling the smooth, flawless porcelain of my brand new front tooth.
The dentist had fixed the damage perfectly, erasing the physical proof of my father's brutality.
But I had not spent the last three weeks just sitting in a dental chair.
I had hired a team of aggressive forensic accountants to dig into my family's finances.
What they found was far worse than simply stealing my monthly paycheck.
My parents had used my social security number since I was eighteen years old.
They had opened massive lines of credit in my name.
Madison's luxury car was entirely financed under my clean credit score.
Catherine's expensive diamond jewelry was paid for by maxing out credit cards tied to my identity.
Even the house they lived in was legally deeded to me to avoid a tax lien on Richard's business.
I had systematically reported every single fraudulent account to the federal authorities.
I had officially reported Madison's car as stolen.
I had frozen the bank accounts they thought were safe.
I had sold the house out from under them to a ruthless property development firm.
My family had treated me like a parasite, but I was actually the host keeping their entire fraudulent lifestyle alive.
When I cut off their oxygen, their entire world began to collapse.
My office door opened, and a tall man in a dark suit walked in.
It was Special Agent Miller from the financial crimes division.
He placed a thick folder on my desk with a grim expression on his face.
He told me that the identity theft was only the tip of the iceberg.
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He revealed that Richard had been using my name to launder millions of dollars.
The money belonged to one of the most violent organized crime syndicates in the country.
