Chapter 6 - THE MAN WHO SIGNED TWICE
“The watch doesn't prove who stole the money,” Luca said. “But it proves David knew where to look.”
We sat in Matteo's office while afternoon sunlight moved across the floor.
My husband's pocket watch lay between us.
For years, I'd believed David's final days had been ordinary.
He'd kissed Lily's forehead.
Promised to repair our kitchen drawer.
Left for work carrying a thermos of coffee.
Then never come home.
Now I was learning he'd been worried about something he hadn't shared with me.
I didn't know whether to feel proud of him or angry.
Maybe both.
Matteo opened the back of the watch with a small tool.
A thin paper disc had been tucked beneath the photograph.
On it were six handwritten numbers.
Luca compared them with the account records.
“It's a transaction identifier.”
Matteo nodded.
“David wanted us to find one specific transfer.”
“Why this one?”
“Because it was the first payment he couldn't reconcile.”
Luca called Daniel.
Within an hour, the independent accountants began tracing the number.
I watched the brothers work side by side.
They still didn't trust each other completely.
But there was something familiar in the way they leaned over the documents.
The same furrowed brow.
The same habit of tapping a finger when thinking.
For the first time, they looked like family.
At 4:30 p.m., Daniel returned with the initial findings.
“The transfer was for $640,000,” he said.
I stared.
Six hundred and forty thousand dollars.
More money than I'd earn in a decade.
“Where did it go?” Luca asked.
“From the foundation reserve into an entity called Bellini Community Development.”
Matteo exhaled.
“Richard.”
Daniel shook his head.
“That's what we thought. But the authorization was entered under another name.”
He placed a printed page on the desk.
Luca read it.
Then went completely still.
AUTHORIZED BY: ANTONIO MORETTI.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Luca looked at Matteo.
“My father authorized it.”
Matteo examined the date.
“Eight years ago.”
“Before he died.”
“Yes.”
Luca stood abruptly.
“Then Dad knew.”
Matteo shook his head.
“Not necessarily.”
“His name is right there.”
“Names on financial records can be used without permission.”
Luca turned sharply.
“Are you defending him now?”
“I'm asking you not to make the same mistake he made with me.”
That stopped Luca.
He lowered himself back into the chair.
Daniel pointed toward a second line.
“The transaction was entered manually, then approved through a separate banking credential.”
“Whose?” Luca asked.
Daniel hesitated.
“Yours.”
Luca stared.
“That's impossible.”
“The credential belonged to your executive office.”
“I never approved this.”
Matteo looked at him.
“Are you certain?”
Luca's face hardened.
“Yes.”
I watched him.
For the first time, I understood how easily an empire could hide things from the person whose name stood above the door.
Later that evening, we returned to Chicago.
Luca insisted I take the rest of the week off with full pay.
I refused at first.
Then he reminded me that Lily needed me.
He also arranged a consultation with a pediatric orthopedic specialist and instructed his office to handle the financial guarantee directly, without waiting for the disputed charity funds.
By the following morning, the hospital confirmed that Lily's surgery was scheduled.
I sat on our kitchen floor and cried.
Lily crawled into my lap.
“Mommy, are those happy tears?”
I held her close.
“Yes, baby.”
“Then why do they look sad?”
I kissed her hair.
“Sometimes happy takes a while to reach your face.”
She thought about that.
Then wiped my cheeks with her sleeve.
At the mansion, the investigation uncovered another problem.
Someone had used Luca's executive credentials to approve payments over several years.
Some were legitimate operating expenses.
Others were not.
Daniel traced many of the approvals to a financial administrator named Elaine Mercer.
She'd worked for the Moretti organization for twenty-three years.
Luca trusted her.
She'd been present when his father died.
She knew the family.
When she was brought into the conference room, she looked neither frightened nor surprised.
“Elaine,” Luca said, “I need you to explain these transactions.”
She studied the papers.
Then removed her glasses.
“I wondered when somebody would finally ask.”
Luca frowned.
“You knew?”
“I knew things weren't right.”
“Then why didn't you tell me?”
Elaine looked toward Matteo.
“Because the last person who questioned those accounts lost his family.”
Matteo said nothing.
Luca leaned forward.
“Who authorized the transfers?”
Elaine folded her hands.
“Some came from Richard Bellini's office. Some were processed through your father's old business arrangements.”
“And mine?”
She looked exhausted.
“Your office approved them electronically.”
“I never saw them.”
“I know.”
Luca stared.
“How?”
“Because Vanessa asked me to route certain correspondence away from you.”
Silence filled the room.
Elaine continued.
“She said you were overwhelmed. She said Richard was helping you keep the charitable divisions organized.”
Luca looked sick.
“And you believed her?”
“At first.”
“What changed?”
Elaine swallowed.
“Last year, one scholarship recipient came here asking why her tuition hadn't been paid.”
“Who?”
“A young woman named Rebecca Harris.”
I recognized the name immediately.
Evelyn had written a letter to the Harris family.
Elaine continued.
“I asked Richard. He told me the student was no longer eligible.”
“Was she?”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn't you investigate?”
Elaine's eyes filled.
“Because Richard showed me documents indicating that my pension account had been used to guarantee a company loan. He said if the matter became public, I'd lose everything.”
Luca stared at her.
“You could have come to me.”
She gave him a sad smile.
“Mr. Moretti, you hadn't attended a charity board meeting in four years.”
He had no answer.
That evening, Luca visited his mother.
Evelyn was sitting beside the hospital window.
Her injured arm rested in a sling.
He brought her favorite tea.
She smiled faintly.
“You remembered.”
Luca sat beside her.
“Sarah told me how you like it.”
Evelyn looked at him.
“She's a good girl.”
“I know.”
He hesitated.
“Mom, did Dad authorize payments to Richard?”
Evelyn's expression changed.
“Some.”
“Why?”
“Richard promised he could expand the fund.”
“Did Dad know money was disappearing?”
She looked toward the window.
“Your father realized too late that he'd trusted the wrong arrangement.”
Luca leaned closer.
“Did he know Richard was stealing?”
“I don't think he knew the full truth.”
“Then why didn't he stop him?”
Evelyn's voice broke.
“Because he was afraid of what would happen to the people who had already been promised help.”
Luca took her hand.
“I need you to tell me everything.”
Evelyn shook her head.
“Not until Matteo is here.”
Luca went still.
“Mom—”
“Both my boys.”
He looked away.
After a long moment, he nodded.
“All right.”
That night, I returned to the mansion to collect some personal belongings.
The house was quiet.
As I passed Evelyn's sitting room, I noticed a small framed drawing on the mantel.
Lily had made it months earlier.
A house.
Three flowers.
A yellow sun.
On the back, Evelyn had written:
Sarah and Lily deserve a home where nobody can make them feel small.
I held the drawing close.
Then I noticed something beneath the frame.
A folded page.
It was part of an old household inventory.
Evelyn had circled one item in red ink.
ANTONIO MORETTI — PERSONAL ROSARY — STUDY DESK.
Beside it, she'd written:
Ask why he never gave it to Richard.
I didn't understand.
But I remembered seeing Antonio's rosary in the study.
It hung from a small wooden box beside his photograph.
I found it exactly where she'd left it.
The rosary was made of dark wooden beads.
A silver cross hung at the bottom.
Tucked into the wooden box was a handwritten receipt.
Not for a donation.
Not for a scholarship.
For a private loan.
LENDER: ANTONIO MORETTI.
BORROWER: RICHARD BELLINI.
AMOUNT: $4,800,000.
The signature was dated fourteen years earlier.
And beneath it was a handwritten condition:
Repayment shall be deducted only from Richard Bellini's personal distributions, never from funds held for beneficiaries.
My hands trembled.
Richard hadn't merely managed the charity.
He'd owed Antonio nearly five million dollars.
And someone had been using children's money to make that debt disappear.
Then I turned the receipt over.
On the back were two signatures.
One belonged to Antonio.
The other belonged to a witness.
VANESSA BELLINI.
She had been a teenager when the loan was made.
And someone had later added a note in different ink:
WITNESS SIGNATURE RENEWED — SIX YEARS AGO.
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Vanessa hadn't just known about the debt.
She'd helped keep it alive.
