Payments from the loan going directly toward Shannon’s wildly overdue credit card balances, many of them connected to her failing cosmetics venture. The rest feeding the luxury car, the resort vacations, the public performance of success she had been shoving into everyone’s faces online.
It was all there.
The deeper truth was worse than the fraud itself.
My parents had not been reluctantly dragged into Shannon’s mess.
They had actively participated.
They were willing to help commit mortgage fraud against their own daughter in order to preserve their favorite child’s illusion of success.
I closed the folder and looked at Victor.
“Send all of this to Marcus immediately,” I said. “I want an emergency eviction order ready by tomorrow morning.”
Victor gave a short nod. He had done his part. Now it was time for the law to do its own.
Marcus called less than an hour later. He had already begun reviewing the material.
“This is severe,” he said. “We’re not talking about a family dispute anymore. This is serious financial fraud. There is enough here to support immediate legal action.”
“I’m done being lenient,” I told him.
And I was.