Chapter 7 - The Bride Who Was Never Chosen

Brianna waited in the rain while Diego decided whether opening the gate was courage or stupidity.

Thomas made the decision practical.

“She comes through the service entrance. Search first. Two guards. No phone, no bag, no private rooms.”

Claire said, “And no access to the girls.”

Diego nodded.

Valentina looked at Brianna on the security screen.

“She looks cold.”

Valeria answered, “She threw your suitcase.”

“That doesn’t make rain warm.”

Valeria considered that.

“No.”

Diego looked at both girls.

“You’re going upstairs.”

Valeria opened her mouth.

“Secure room,” he added. “With Claire. And I will tell you what she says afterward.”

“That is better.”

Valentina hugged her rabbit.

“Can Brianna say sorry?”

“If she means it.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“Then the word changes nothing.”

The girls left with Claire.

Brianna entered ten minutes later wrapped in a gray security blanket.

Without the white dress, makeup, jewelry, and practiced posture, she looked younger than twenty-eight.

She also looked terrified.

Thomas remained standing.

Diego sat across from her in the morning room.

“Start talking.”

Brianna stared at her hands.

“I met Malcolm thirteen months ago.”

“You met me eleven months ago.”

“Yes.”

“He hired you.”

“Yes.”

The word hurt less than Diego expected.

Perhaps too much else had already broken.

“For what?”

“At first? To meet you.”

“Nothing else?”

“To become important to you.”

“Specific.”

“He had a profile. Your schedule. Your charities. Restaurants. What you read. Which grief counselor you had seen after Amelia died.”

Diego’s jaw tightened.

“Where did he get medical information?”

“He said the family office had it.”

Thomas wrote something down.

Brianna continued.

“He said you were lonely, suspicious of people who approached too aggressively, and more likely to trust someone who appeared independent.”

“So you pretended not to know who I was.”

“Yes.”

“You spilled coffee on me.”

“That was planned.”

“You refused my first dinner invitation.”

“Also planned.”

Diego gave a humorless laugh.

“You were very good.”

Brianna looked at him.

“I did not expect to like you.”

“Do not make that your defense.”

“I’m not.”

“Good.”

Thomas said, “What was the objective?”

“Marriage before October.”

“The twins’ seventh birthday.”

Brianna nodded.

“I didn’t know about twins then. Malcolm told me there was a disputed child from an old affair and that the trust needed stability.”

Diego’s face hardened.

“You believed I had an abandoned child?”

“I believed what he showed me.”

“And you agreed to help remove her?”

“No. Not then.”

“When?”

Brianna looked toward the window.

“Three months ago.”

“What changed?”

“Malcolm showed me Rosa Bell’s name.”

Diego leaned forward.

“How did he know Rosa?”

“He had been looking for her for years. She used fake addresses. Then she applied for hospice support using her legal surname.”

Valentina’s dying guardian had finally entered a system Malcolm could search.

Brianna continued.

“He said Rosa had stolen an Ashcombe infant and that if the child appeared, I had to keep her away from you until a DNA plan was ready.”

Thomas asked, “Why would Malcolm call the child stolen if he knew she was Diego’s daughter?”

“He said the biological truth did not matter. He said the legal record was what mattered.”

Diego looked at her.

“And you accepted that?”

“I told myself the child was being used by Rosa.”

“Rosa was dying.”

“I know that now.”

“You knew she was sick.”

Brianna’s eyes lowered.

“Yes.”

Diego stood and walked to the fireplace.

“Tell me about the lab.”

Brianna swallowed.

“Malcolm gave me a collection kit. He told me to get Valentina’s toothbrush and something of yours.”

“The result was real.”

“Yes.”

“Then why test her secretly?”

“To make you react exactly as you did.”

Diego turned.

“What does that mean?”

“He knew you would distrust a test arranged without consent. He wanted you to order another one.”

Thomas frowned.

“That makes no sense.”

Brianna nodded.

“It does if the second lab was supposed to be his too.”

Diego understood.

“He expected to control the confirmation.”

“Yes. The first result pulled you emotionally toward Valentina. The second was supposed to confirm her and exclude Valeria.”

“Why?”

“So you would cooperate with a temporary custody order against Claire and Valeria.”

Thomas said, “Then Valeria would be isolated.”

Brianna whispered, “Yes.”

Diego stared at her.

“And Valentina?”

Brianna began to cry.

He did not soften.

“What was supposed to happen to Valentina?”

“I was told we would take her to Switzerland until the trust dispute was resolved.”

“Were there tickets?”

“No.”

“Passports?”

“No.”

“Hotel booking?”

“No.”

Brianna wiped her face.

“I realized there was no Switzerland when I found the insurance schedule on Malcolm’s laptop.”

Thomas said, “When?”

“Last night.”

“After you ran?”

“Yes.”

Diego folded his arms.

“Why did you run?”

“Because Claire arrived.”

“That frightened you?”

“She was never supposed to arrive.”

“Why?”

“Malcolm told me she had died in Vermont two years ago.”

Claire was alive.

Margaret was alive.

Rosa had lived long enough to send evidence.

Malcolm’s plan had depended on dead witnesses who refused to cooperate with his assumptions.

Thomas asked, “Tracker in the buttons.”

Brianna nodded.

“Not inside both. One.”

“Which?”

“The crescent-marked button.”

Valentina’s.

Diego felt sick.

“How?”

“Malcolm replaced the original when Rosa’s storage unit was searched.”

Diego’s eyes narrowed.

“Rosa’s storage unit?”

“Six months ago. His investigator found it.”

“But Rosa still had the rabbit.”

“He couldn’t find the button. He only found a photograph showing the markings. So he commissioned a duplicate with a passive tracker in the rim.”

Thomas looked at Diego.

“Then the button we found may be fake.”

Brianna nodded.

“The crest is real enough to fool you.”

Valeria’s straight-marked button had come from Claire and might be genuine.

Valentina’s crescent button may have been replaced.

Diego said, “Why did Rosa warn us about the first blood test if she did not know Brianna personally?”

“She knew my name because I visited her.”

The room went silent.

“When?”

“Four weeks ago.”

“Before she died.”

“Yes.”

Diego’s voice dropped.

“What did you do?”

“I told her I was from the Ashcombe Foundation. I asked about Valentina.”

“You lied to a dying woman.”

“Yes.”

“What did she say?”

Brianna’s eyes filled again.

“She said, ‘Tell Malcolm he spent six years looking for the wrong thing.’”

Thomas leaned forward.

“What thing?”

“She wouldn’t say.”

“Then?”

“She asked my name. My real name. I told her.”

“And she recognized it?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

Brianna looked at Diego.

“My father worked for Victor Ashcombe.”

Diego stared.

“Who was your father?”

“Gerald Pike.”

The driver who died with Victor.

Thomas stopped writing.

“You’re Gerald Pike’s daughter?”

“Yes.”

Diego sat slowly.

“So Malcolm recruited you because your father was already part of this.”

“I think so.”

“You think?”

“My mother told me Dad died because the Ashcombes destroyed him. Malcolm told me he could prove it.”

“Did he?”

“He showed me the accident report. He said Victor panicked and forced my father to drive.”

“But the marina video shows Victor got into Pike’s car willingly.”

“I know.”

“And the crash may have been staged.”

“I know.”

Thomas said, “If Gerald Pike died in a different car, where did the crash actually happen?”

Brianna looked at him.

“Malcolm has a garage in Westchester.”

Diego’s eyes sharpened.

“What kind?”

“Restoration garage. Private.”

Thomas was already on his phone.

Brianna reached across the table.

“Wait.”

Diego looked at her hand.

She pulled it back.

“There’s a basement.”

“What is in it?”

“I don’t know. He never let me downstairs. But last night, when he found out about Box Seventeen, he made a call.”

“To whom?”

“A man named Simon.”

“Last name?”

“I don’t know.”

“What did he say?”

Brianna closed her eyes, remembering.

“‘Move the Ashcombe vehicle before dawn. If they find Pike’s blood, we lose everything.’”

Thomas stopped.

Diego felt the pieces align.

Victor’s official car had never left the marina.

A different vehicle had gone into the lake.

Gerald Pike had died.

Victor’s body had reportedly been identified through dental records because of water damage.

“What if Victor did not die in that crash?” Diego asked.

Brianna looked at him.

“I don’t think he did.”

Claire spoke from the doorway.

Everyone turned.

She had come down alone.

Diego frowned.

“Where are the girls?”

“With two guards and a locked door.”

“Why are you here?”

“Because Valeria asked me to bring you this.”

Claire held out a folded sheet.

It was a child’s drawing.

Two girls.

A rabbit.

A man in a suit.

A woman in a gray coat.

And a black car beside a lake.

Under the car, Valeria had written one sentence in careful block letters.

ASK BRIANNA WHO WAS IN THE SECOND CAR.

Brianna stared at it.

“How does she know there was a second car?”

Claire said, “She heard us discussing the marina video.”

Diego looked at Brianna.

“Who was in the second car?”

Brianna whispered, “My father.”

“And?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

Thomas said, “You know something.”

Brianna’s breathing quickened.

“My mother received a letter after Dad died.”

“What letter?”

“She burned most of it.”

“Most?”

“I kept one piece.”

“Where?”

“In my apartment.”

Thomas said, “What did it say?”

Brianna closed her eyes.

“Gerald did not deserve this. Victor is alive. M knows.”

Diego stood.

“Victor is alive.”

Brianna nodded.

“I think Malcolm kept him somewhere.”

“Why?”

“Because a dead Victor could not contradict the trust documents. A hidden Victor could be forced to sign more.”

Thomas looked at Claire.

“If Victor is alive, he is the only surviving eyewitness to Amelia’s death besides Malcolm.”

Claire whispered, “And maybe the only person who knows where the original hospital evidence went.”

Diego looked at Brianna.

“You are taking us to that garage.”

She went pale.

“If Malcolm is there—”

“He won’t see you.”

“You don’t understand him.”

“No,” Diego said. “I finally do.”

Brianna shook her head.

“He always has another layer.”

“Then we remove them one at a time.”

Thomas’s phone buzzed.

He read a message from the team sent to Boston.

His expression changed.

“The Alice Mercer deposit box is empty.”

Claire stared.

“What?”

“Opened this morning at 6:12.”

“By whom?”

Thomas looked at Diego.

“The access log says Victor Ashcombe.”

No one spoke.

Diego felt the old house around him become very quiet.

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