Chapter 6 - THE FORGERY THAT ERASED MY MOTHERHOOD
I stared at the looping, jagged letters of my name on the legal document.
Claire Mercer.
It looked so real. It looked exactly like the signature I had spent eleven years putting on Lily’s permission slips, her report cards, her emergency contact forms at the hospital.
“He forged it,” I whispered, my voice hollow. “He used the pen I gave him to erase me from her life.”
Lily leaned over my shoulder, reading the document. “Incapacitated due to psychological distress following organ donation,” she read aloud, her voice shaking. “He told the court you went crazy after the surgery?”
“That’s how he was going to explain my absence,” I realized, the sheer cruelty of it washing over me in cold waves. “He was going to tell everyone I had a mental breakdown and abandoned you.”
Dante picked up the document, his dark eyes scanning the legal jargon. “The judge signed off on this three days ago. Judge Robert Harrison.” Dante’s lip curled in disgust. “A man who happens to be attending the charity gala downstairs in my ballroom tonight.”
I looked up at Dante, my heart pounding against my ribs. “He’s downstairs? Right now?”
“Yes.” Dante folded the paper carefully and slid it back into the briefcase. He looked at me, assessing my pale face and the way my hand was still pressed protectively against my side. “But you are staying here. You need to rest.”
“No.” I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Pain flared in my abdomen, sharp and hot, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins was stronger. “I am not sitting in a hotel room while a corrupt judge helps my husband steal my daughter.”
“Mom, please,” Lily begged, dropping to her knees in front of me. “You’re hurting.”
I took her face in my hands. “Lily, for eleven years, I have smiled and played the quiet, supportive wife while your father controlled the narrative. I laid on an operating table so you could live. I am not letting a forged piece of paper take you away from me.”
Dante watched me for a long moment. I expected him to argue, to use his imposing presence to force me to stay. Instead, a deep, profound respect sparked in his eyes.
He didn’t tell me to sit down. He didn’t tell me I was being overly emotional, the way Daniel always did.
Dante Valenti simply nodded. “If you want to fight, Claire, I will walk you onto the battlefield myself.”
He turned to his men. “Bring the car around to the service elevator. We’re going down to the ballroom.”
I stood up, gripping the edge of the nightstand for balance. Lily stayed right beside me, wrapping her arm around my waist to support my weight.
Before we left the room, Lily stopped. She reached into her clutch and pulled out the heavy gold bracelet Elaine had given her. The one she had taken off at the dinner table.
“Why do you still have that?” I asked gently.
Lily’s eyes were hard, older than her nineteen years. “Because when Elaine hugged me at the dinner, I felt a heavy battery pack inside the clasp. I opened it in the bathroom before you got to the restaurant.”
She turned the bracelet over, popping open a hidden latch. Inside, blinking with a tiny red light, was a microscopic GPS tracker.
“She wasn’t giving me a gift,” Lily whispered. “She was tagging me like an animal so they could find me when they took me to Geneva.”
Dante stared at the tracker, his expression lethal. “Leave it here,” he commanded softly.
“No,” Lily said, her voice completely steady. “We take it with us. Let her track it to the ballroom. Let her walk right into the light.”
I looked at my daughter, awe swelling in my chest. She wasn’t the frightened little girl who slept with the hallway light on anymore. She was a survivor.
Dante smiled, a sharp, predatory grin that sent a shiver down my spine. “Smart girl.”
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We rode the elevator down in silence. The doors opened to the grand mezzanine overlooking the Valenti Hotel’s main ballroom. Below us, hundreds of Chicago’s elite swirled in expensive gowns and tuxedos, drinking champagne under crystal chandeliers.
Somewhere in that crowd was the judge who had sold my family for a bribe. And somewhere in the city, Elaine was watching a red blinking dot on her phone, walking straight into our trap.
