CEO Slapped Pregnant Wife at Restaurant—The Waiter Turned Out to Be Her Billionaire Brother-hongtran

“She made the hardest choice a parent could make. She took you and ran, promising to come back for me. But she never could.”
“Because Victor kept searching for us,” Sarah whispered.
“No. Victor spent two years searching for you. He even hired criminal friends to help. Mom lived in constant fear that he would find you.”
“What changed?” she asked.
“I did,” Marcus said, his voice turning cold. “When I turned thirteen, I was big enough to fight back. One night, Victor came home drunk and started on me. This time, I hit him back and put him in the hospital.”
“You were only thirteen,” Sarah said, stunned.
“Old enough to be done with being afraid.”
“After that, he left me alone. But he focused all his rage on finding you. He told Mom he needed to teach her a lesson.”
“Did he find you?” Sarah asked.
“Not Mom, but he found information on your stepfather, Tom Wheeler. Tom called Mom in a panic, saying someone was asking questions at your school.”
A chill ran down Sarah’s spine.
“What did she do?”
“She made another impossible choice. She told Tom to take you and disappear, change your name, move across the country, and cut all ties. She explained that if Victor found you, he would use you to hurt her, and then he would get rid of all of you. Tom truly loved you, so he agreed. He gave you a new life where Victor Blackstone could never find you.”
“What about you and Mom?” Sarah asked, tears in her eyes.
“We decided it was safest for me to go into foster care. The plan was for Mom to stay hidden until Victor gave up. But that never happened. He was arrested for assault six months later, then again for robbery. For the next four years, he was in and out of prison, always threatening to find you. Then, when you were seventeen, Mom died in a car accident.”
“Sudden and tragic.”
The way Marcus said it made Sarah look at him.
“You do not believe it was an accident.”
“No. Mom was exhausted from five years of hiding, from being separated from her children. I think she was rushing to meet someone who claimed to have information about Victor. I believe someone set her up. I have never been able to prove it, but her accident was just too convenient.”
Sarah felt sick.
“You think our father had her killed?”
“Our father,” Marcus corrected her. “And yes, I think it is possible. He never acted surprised she died right when she was trying to find us.”
The baby kicked hard and Sarah gasped.
“Are you okay?” Marcus asked, alarmed.
“Just processing that my mother might have been murdered by the man who hunted me like an animal.”
Marcus took her hand.
“Sarah, you need to understand Victor cannot hurt you now. He is serving life without parole. He has no contacts, and he does not know where you are. You are safe.”
“But Richard knows who I am,” she whispered.
“Which leads to the question that has kept me up for three years,” Marcus said. “How does your husband know our family secrets?”
Sarah thought about the investigator’s report and Richard’s strange reaction to the Blackstone name.
“I think,” she said slowly, “that my marriage was never about love. It was always about access to something.”
Marcus opened a folder and slid a document toward her.
“Blackstone Holdings has a unique structure,” he said. “I included a rule that would allow any direct blood relative to claim a significant stake if they met certain conditions.”