Marcus carried significant gambling debt. Several failed investments. Multiple lawsuits settled quietly outside court. No criminal record, but enough warning signs to make Lucas suspicious. His stomach tightened. Something wasn’t right. Lucas looked out the window toward the city below. Part of him wanted to ignore it.
After all, Hannah wasn’t his girlfriend. She wasn’t even his friend. But another part of him remembered watching her struggle for 3 years. That part couldn’t stay silent. Still, he needed proof. Suspicion alone wasn’t enough. Otherwise, he would look exactly like a jealous man trying to sabotage a rival. And Hannah deserved better than that.
That evening, another piece of the puzzle appeared. Back in her apartment, Hannah finally opened the property documents her grandmother had mentioned weeks earlier. Several yellowed papers slipped onto the table. Old maps, survey records, ownership certificates. Rose adjusted her glasses and smiled softly. Your grandfather used to talk about that land all the time. Hannah laughed.
