Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Now Katana was in the battle of her life while also being pregnant.
It was no wonder that Shaw was having trouble with his emotions.
Though, I’d never heard of this documentary. Maybe it truly was that sad.
“Okay, sounds perfect.” Iris nodded.
He signed her into his Netflix, then cued up the show for her.
She slipped her headphones back on and went back to resting against Beau, not a care in the world.
“I hope my kid grows up to be like her.” Boone grinned at Iris’s attitude.
I rolled my eyes. “Iris is one of a kind. But your kid’s definitely getting some personality.”
As I said this, Margie puked down the front of his shirt, white formula mixed with some green baby food staining the front of his shirt and leaking straight down to his pants.
My hand covered my mouth as I tried not to laugh.
The other men at the table had no such issue.
They guffawed, which only pissed Margie off more.
Poor girl.
“On that note,” Boone said as he stood up, grimacing when the formula tracked farther down his body. “I think I’ll go home for the night. Let me know if we can help in any way.” As he said that, the puke started to leach into his pants. “Goddammit, it’s on my balls.”
I was silently laughing at the waddle that he was doing as he made his way over to his wife and bent over to whisper in her ear.
Nettie looked up and gave Boone a long sweep of her eyes, taking in every single inch of him before her face broke out in a smile.
“Another avenue we need to investigate is the father. He was married seven times. Has zero net worth, too, until eight years ago. Then poof, money. Big money, too. Looks like this is a family con man business.”
That honestly wouldn’t surprise me with Cain’s family. I’d met his father once at a family barbecue that Rose had begged me to attend with her. Needless to say, I had been less than impressed with Cain’s family.
Though, suspiciously, Cain’s twin hadn’t been there…at least I hadn’t thought he’d been there. Would I even be able to tell?
“What does Cain’s twin look like.”
When the men at the table looked at me like I was nuts, I grimaced. “I know he’s a twin. But not all twins look like each other!”
Apollo’s smile was soft when he flipped his computer around to show me the two men standing side by side.
They looked identical. Not a single thing different about them that would help you differentiate one from the other. Especially not if you didn’t know their personalities well.
“The other women,” I found myself asking again. “Did they all die by suicide, too?”
Apollo twisted his computer screen back to face him and hit a few keys. Read for a few seconds before answering.
“All but the first wives for both Cain and the father.”
“So what you’re telling me is that they both lost someone, then decided to capitalize on these losses by marrying all over again, then beating the shit out of them, degrading them, and ultimately making them want to choose ending their own life rather than be married to them any longer.”
“That’s only Able. Cain isn’t actually marrying any of these women. Hell, two of the women he only knew a couple of months before they ‘passed’ away,” Apollo read, using air quotes to emphasize passed.
I let my head fall back on Beau’s shoulder. “This is a nightmare. My sister is dead, and now he’s asking for money? How did this get into my name, anyway? I mean, if he started the life insurance policy, how is it mine? I shouldn’t have even known that it was there or that she had one to begin with.”
“Looks like all of the policies were in the women’s names. They just had a will drafted that said that their money went to him. Right before they got married. According to this.” Apollo twisted the laptop on the tabletop to show me. “Your sister changed her will three times. The original will had you listed. Then it was changed to reflect Cain as the beneficiary. Then, a week before she passed, it was changed again to list you as the beneficiary.”
“Jesus,” I groaned. “What the hell was she thinking?”
“That it was two hundred million dollars, and there was no way that she was going to let a man that abused her get that cash,” Beau rumbled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “She might not have realized how much trouble it would cause. She was likely just thinking that she didn’t want this man who had made her miserable to come out on top.”
When he put it like that, it made sense.
But…
“She knew that I was trying to hide Iris, though,” I said. “She had to know that Cain would come looking for this cash when he realized. And, correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s been three years. Why is this just all of a sudden an issue? Why come for it now?”