Chapter 4 - MY SISTER HAD ALREADY SPENT MONEY THAT WASN’T HERS
Sarah finally asked for me.
I refused twice.
The third time, I agreed because Rachel advised getting answers through counsel and authorities.
Not alone.
We met in a resort conference room.
Sarah had changed out of the ruined wedding gown.
White resort robe.
No makeup.
She looked younger.
Still angry.
Greg sat opposite her.
Local counsel present.
I sat beside Rachel on video.
Sarah looked at Greg first.
“You believe her?”
Greg said:
“I believe the security footage.”
She flinched.
Then to me:
“You've always hated me.”
“No.”
“You ruined my wedding.”
“You pushed Mia.”
“She fell.”
“You put both hands on her.”
“I was angry.”
“Yes.”
“It was one second.”
“Sometimes one second tells the truth.”
Her eyes filled.
Then:
“You paid because you wanted control.”
“No.”
“You could cancel everything because it belonged to you.”
“Yes.”
“That’s control.”
“No.”
I leaned forward.
“Paying does not give me the right to hurt you. Owning the island does give me the right to stop an event after you hurt my child.”
She looked away.
Then Greg placed the draft island sale agreement down.
“What is this?”
Sarah froze.
“Nothing.”
“Good. Then explain nothing.”
“I was helping you.”
Greg laughed.
“By forging a sale?”
“It wasn't final.”
“Why is my family name on the buyer?”
Sarah’s mouth trembled.
“Elliot said it would be a surprise.”
“A surprise?”
“He said Liora Cay was undervalued.”
I almost laughed.
“By whom?”
“Private valuation.”
“Sarah, I own the asset.”
“I know.”
That was the first open admission.
“When did you find out?”
“Two months ago.”
“How?”
“Your assistant emailed the planner.”
There.
“You knew I paid too?”
“Not initially.”
“When?”
“Three weeks ago.”
My stomach dropped.
Sarah had known for three weeks.
Still allowed Mom and Dad to mock me for being poor.
Still pretended Greg financed everything.
Still told everyone I was lucky she invited me.
“Why didn't you say anything?”
She became defensive.
“Because you'd made it weird.”
“I paid for your wedding.”
“Secretly.”
“Yes.”
“You wanted everyone to think Greg did it.”
“No.”
“You could have corrected them.”
“So could you.”
Silence.
She looked down.
Then Greg asked:
“The sale.”
Sarah explained.
Elliot told her Arden Hospitality faced liquidity pressure.
False.
He said an off-market purchase could be arranged before ownership moved the island into another fund.
He claimed Greg’s business could acquire it cheaply.
Sarah wanted to surprise Greg after the wedding.
“How would you finance it?” Greg asked.
“Elliot.”
“With what?”
“Bridge facility.”
“Secured against?”
She hesitated.
There.
“Sarah.”
“Wedding gifts.”
Greg stared.
“What?”
She started crying.
Not enough.
She had already redirected cash gifts.
Sarah created a private gift registry account supposedly for their “future home.”
Guests transferred nearly $600,000.
Greg thought funds went to their joint account.
They did not.
Sarah routed them to an entity Elliot created.
Bennett-Crane Sustainable Ventures.
Greg looked physically ill.
“That’s our wedding money.”
“I was investing it.”
“You didn't ask me.”
“You would've said no.”
“Yes!”
She flinched.
“Because it was insane.”
Sarah shouted:
“I was trying to build something!”
“With someone else's money.”
“You had money!”
There.
Greg became still.
“So did Elena.”
Sarah turned toward me.
“You both have money. You don't understand what it’s like being the one who has nothing.”
I stared.
Sarah had spent her entire life being treated as our parents’ golden child.
Beauty.
Popularity.
Charm.
Mom praised her.
Dad financed her first businesses.
Yet she felt poor around wealthy people.
I finally understood part of the pathology.
She married into a family she believed was richer.
She wanted proof she belonged.
The wedding.
The island.
The acquisition.
Status stacked on status.
“Sarah.”
She cried.
“I couldn't arrive in Greg's family as the girl whose sister paid for everything.”
“So you lied.”
“Yes.”
“Then tried to use my island to create your own deal.”
“I was going to pay you.”
“With money borrowed against a fraudulent agreement?”
She had no answer.
Greg whispered:
“You didn't marry me.”
Sarah looked at him.
“What?”
“You married what you thought my last name could turn you into.”
“That’s not true.”
“Isn't it?”
She cried.
Maybe some love was real.
That did not erase what she did.
Then Rachel asked:
“Did Elliot tell you to sign Elena’s name?”
“No.”
“Who prepared seller authorization?”
“Elliot.”
“Did you know it was false?”
Silence.
“Sarah.”
“Yes.”
There it was.
Her legal situation worsened.
But then she added something important.
“Elliot said Dad approved.”
I turned.
“What?”
Sarah looked at our father through the glass wall outside.
“He said Dad knew.”
My father had not merely defended her after Mia’s fall.
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He may have been part of the financial scheme.
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