Chapter 5 - The Life Insurance Policy
The revelation that Marjorie had funded the hit on me completely shifted the battlefield.
She was not just a snobbish matriarch covering for her cheating son.
She was the ruthless architect of my attempted murder.
I paced the length of the study, ignoring the sharp pain radiating from my fractured ribs.
I told my father that we needed to understand why Marjorie wanted me dead instead of just pushing for a quiet divorce.
Warren pulled up the Kessler corporate bylaws on his massive monitor and smiled grimly.
He pointed to a highly obscure clause buried deep within the family trust documents.
If Reid divorced me, I was legally entitled to half of his estate, which would bankrupt the holding company.
However, if I died while we were still married, Reid would automatically inherit my life insurance payout without losing any corporate equity.
Nolan hacked into the international insurance database and projected the findings onto the wall screen.
Exactly one week before the birthday dinner, Reid and Marjorie had secretly taken out a massive life insurance policy on me.
The policy was worth a staggering one hundred million dollars, payable immediately upon my accidental death.
They had planned to beat me to death on that staircase and claim I had suffered a tragic, fatal fall.
My survival had completely ruined their timeline and panicked the entire family.
I felt a cold, hard knot of pure hatred form in the pit of my stomach.
I looked at my father and told him it was time to stop playing defense.
I wanted to fly back to Texas and publicly rip the Kessler empire apart piece by piece.
Warren agreed, immediately dispatching a team of ruthless corporate litigators to secure the Kessler debt.
I walked up the grand staircase of the Bellamy estate to get some much-needed sleep before the coming war.
I laid down on the massive bed, finally feeling safe behind the impenetrable walls of my childhood home.
At exactly three in the morning, the piercing shriek of the perimeter breach alarms shattered the silent night.
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The heavy steel shutters slammed down over my bedroom windows as the automated lockdown protocol engaged.
I grabbed the loaded pistol hidden inside my nightstand and aimed it directly at the locked bedroom door.
