She rented out rooms. Hosted extravagant parties. Used the mansion’s address to prop up her failing boutique business. Meanwhile, Lily was forced into the role of a housemaid—cooking, cleaning, serving guests.
Denise told her it was the only way to “pull her weight” since “your father barely sends anything anymore.”
But I had sent more than enough. Every month. Without fail.
Lily said she tried to call me, but Denise always intercepted the phone, claiming I was unavailable or out of service overseas. Eventually, Lily stopped trying.
By the time Adam returned with a thick folder of documents, I already feared the worst. He handed me the first page and said:
“Your sister forged signatures, rerouted funds, moved property rights into a shell company she owns, and used your daughter as unpaid domestic labor. This is fraud, exploitation, and unlawful servitude.”
Denise exploded. “That’s insane! I raised her! I kept this place—”
“You stole her life,” I snapped.
Adam added calmly, “Law enforcement is already reviewing the case.”
Just then, the front door opened and two uniformed officers stepped inside.