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The Escalation and the Investigation

After she finally left, Dylan showed me a text from his dad. His dad said his mom was so happy that she was planning to announce our engagement at tomorrow’s dinner.

She’d already told her friends at church and bought champagne for the toast.

The pressure was mounting from every direction. Dererick was orchestrating it perfectly, using his family’s excitement against us while keeping his own hands clean.

Dylan created an entire person from scratch. She was allergic to shellfish, but loves sushi, and met at a bookstore over the same book.

How did he remember all these tiny details about someone who doesn’t even exist?

That evening, back at my apartment, I pulled out my laptop. I went through two years of Dererick’s Tuesday night sessions.

I was reading through my notes about his specific requests and preferences. He always wanted the same fantasy where he was a powerful executive married to a cold, career-focused wife.

I’d play the secretary who understood him better than anyone.

But buried in those sessions were comments about Dylan. There was always this bitter edge about how Dylan got everything handed to him.

Dererick felt Dylan was the grandmother’s favorite despite doing nothing to deserve it.

Then I found something interesting in my notes from 6 months ago. Dererick had mentioned Dylan getting a promotion at his tech company.

He expressed how unfair it was that Dylan succeeded without really trying.

Around 11 that night, Dylan called me drunk and rambling. He was apologizing over and over for dragging me into his family drama.

He said he should have just told the truth at the reunion instead of making everything worse.

He kept saying Dererick always won these games. He recalled Dererick getting their cousin Jennifer disowned by revealing her OnlyFans at Thanksgiving dinner in front of their whole religious family.

Dylan told me about their cousin David, whose gambling problem became family knowledge right when he was about to propose to his girlfriend.

He also mentioned their aunt Patricia, whose affair from 20 years ago suddenly surfaced at her daughter’s wedding. I barely slept that night thinking about all the lives Dererick had destroyed just for fun.

The next morning, I grabbed my keys to head out for groceries. I found Dererick sitting in my apartment building’s lobby, scrolling through his phone.

He stood up when he saw me and blocked the exit door with that same satisfied smile from yesterday.

He suggested we should rehearse for tonight’s dinner since we both wanted Dylan to be happy.

His hand moved to his phone screen showing a review site where my profile was listed. He reminded me that client confidentiality worked both ways.

One bad review from a regular client would destroy everything I’d built over 3 years.

He leaned closer and mentioned he’d already told his mother, Elena, that I looked really familiar from somewhere. He added that he couldn’t quite place it.

He’d planted just enough doubt to make her suspicious without actually accusing me of anything.

My phone started buzzing with texts from Dylan, and Dererick stepped aside to let me read them.

Dylan was panicking because his mom had invited his ex-girlfriend Rachel to dinner tonight. She thought some competition might help me commit to him.

Rachel had never gotten over their breakup two years ago and had been waiting for any chance to get him back.

Dererick watched me read the messages with obvious satisfaction. He knew he’d probably suggested Rachel’s invitation himself.

I pushed past him and drove straight to the dress shop Dylan’s mom had recommended for tonight.

My hands shook on the steering wheel as I sat in the parking lot. I realized Dererick had trapped me completely.

If I didn’t show up tonight, Dylan’s family would think I’d abandoned him. But if I did show up, Dererick could expose me anytime he wanted.

Inside the shop, I was looking at dresses when Linda walked in carrying a cake box.

She saw me and practically ran over with tears in her eyes. She pulled me into the tightest hug.

She kept saying she was already thinking of me as a daughter. She showed me photos on her phone of an engagement announcement slideshow she’d been working on.

The photos were from yesterday’s reunion with captions like “our future daughter” and “DD finally found his soulmate” under pictures of us laughing together.

She mentioned the dinner tonight would be extra special and winked before leaving with her cake.

Dylan picked me up at 6:00 and we drove to Elena’s house in silence. Both of us were dreading what Dererick had planned.

When we pulled up to the house, my stomach dropped completely. White roses covered every surface and engagement banners hung across the front porch.

Through the windows, I could see at least 40 people inside. This included what looked like Dylan’s boss and several family friends.

Dererick stood at the entrance holding champagne and grinning like he’d won the lottery.

Dylan froze, completely unable to move from the car. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the house.

I whispered that we needed to act so in love that Dererick wouldn’t dare ruin such a beautiful moment in front of everyone.

Dererick intercepted us immediately, raising his glass. He announced loudly that he’d prepared a special toast for the happy couple.

He started talking about knowing me in different contexts. I watched Dylan’s face go white.

Before Dererick could continue, Grace came running up in a pink dress and tugged on my skirt. She was demanding I come see the cake she’d helped decorate.

She pulled me away from Derek toward the kitchen and whispered that Uncle Derek seemed really mean tonight.

At the cake table, she showed me the flowers she’d placed while keeping her voice low. She said Dererick had been saying weird things about me all day.

Through the kitchen window, I saw a red sports car pull up. Rachel stepped out in a stunning red dress that showed way too much leg.

She walked straight to Dylan and air kissed him. She was loudly talking about their relationship before I came along.

Dererick moved across the room, positioning himself perfectly. He wanted to watch both of us struggle with this new problem he’d created.

Rachel walked straight up to me and grabbed my arm like we were old friends. She told everyone about the time Dylan and her went to Cabo together last year.

Dylan’s face went pale as his mom started asking questions. She wanted to know why he never mentioned staying friends with his ex.

I watched Derrick lean back in his chair with this satisfied smirk. Rachel kept going on about their romantic dinner at sunset and how Dylan always ordered the same wine.

The whole family was eating this up. Dylan kept trying to interrupt, but Rachel just talked louder.

She spoke about how she was so happy he found someone new, even though they had such amazing chemistry.

After 20 minutes of this torture, Dylan grabbed my hand and announced he wasn’t feeling well. He said we needed to leave.

His mom looked concerned, but Dererick jumped in. He said we should stay since Rachel drove all this way to see everyone.

Dylan practically dragged me to his car while his family watched from the porch. They were looking confused about the whole situation.

The second we got in the car, I told him everything. This included what Sophia had said about Dererick’s business failing and the $300,000 he owed.

I also told him how he was planning to get me fired from my agency. Dylan gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white.

Then he told me something that made my stomach drop. Dererick had power of attorney for their grandmother who had dementia and controlled all her finances.

He’d gotten it two years ago when she first got diagnosed. Nobody questioned it because he was always her favorite grandson.

Dylan said their grandfather left everything in a trust that the grandmother controlled. Dererick had been managing it for the past year.

The next morning, I woke up to Dylan calling me in a panic because his mom was crying on the phone.

Someone had sent an anonymous email to her entire church group with concerns about the new girlfriend Dylan was dating.

It wasn’t my escort profile, but carefully written hints about a woman who might not have Dylan’s best interests at heart.

The email talked about how some women target successful families. It mentioned seeing suspicious behavior at family gatherings.

Linda was devastated and confused about who would send something like this. She wondered why anyone would want to hurt Dylan.

We drove straight to Robert’s office that morning. Dylan’s dad was already there waiting with a stack of papers.

Robert admitted he’d been suspicious of Dererick for months. He noticed strange withdrawals from the grandmother’s accounts.

He showed us bank statements with $50,000 here and $70,000 there. These all matched up with when Dererick’s restaurant business started failing.

The problem was they needed proof Dererick was doing this without the grandmother’s consent. He technically had legal authority.

Dylan suddenly broke down right there in his dad’s office. He told him everything about hiring me to be his fake girlfriend.

His voice cracked as he explained how Dererick had been tormenting him for months about not having anyone. He described how desperate he felt.

Robert wasn’t even surprised and said he knew something was off at the reunion. He wanted Dylan to handle it himself.

He put his hand on Dylan’s shoulder and said they were going to expose Dererick legally. They planned to protect the family’s assets.

That’s when I remembered something Dererick had said during one of our Tuesday sessions about his grandmother.

He’d mentioned how she doesn’t remember anything anyway. He claimed he used to be her favorite until the dementia hit.

I recorded all my sessions for safety. I had everything backed up on external drives at my apartment.

I told Robert about the recordings and his eyes lit up. This could be the evidence they needed.

When I got back to my apartment that afternoon, my door was slightly open. I always triple check the locks.

Someone had searched the place professionally without destroying anything. They were clearly going through everything.

My backup drives with all the client recordings were gone from my desk drawer and my hidden safe.

Dererick was escalating way beyond just threats now. He knew exactly what he was looking for.

My phone rang, and it was Sophia crying so hard she could barely talk.

Dererick had found out about her OnlyFans account and threatened to send the link to their parents. This was unless she helped him destroy me.

She was terrified, but willing to testify about his threats. We needed to protect her from their family finding out.

We agreed to meet at a coffee shop downtown the next day where there would be witnesses around.

How did Dererick know exactly where to find those backup drives?

The way he searched without destroying anything shows he knew what he was looking for. It shows he knew where it might be hidden.

Dylan called that night with more bad news. Dererick had scheduled a family meeting for tomorrow.

The agenda was to discuss concerns about Dylan’s judgment. It also concerned whether he was ready for his inheritance responsibilities.

Dererick was moving fast to discredit Dylan before the will reading next month.

I sat in my ransacked apartment staring at my laptop. I remembered I had cloud backups Dererick didn’t know about.

Accessing them meant admitting I recorded clients without explicit consent. This could cost me my license.

I sat there for an hour trying to decide if protecting Dylan was worth potentially destroying my entire career.

Then Robert called with urgent news that made everything else seem less important.

The grandmother’s nurse had noticed Dererick visiting at weird hours when the grandmother was heavily medicated.

The nursing home had security footage showing Derrick with documents. This was during times when the grandmother couldn’t possibly consent to anything.

Robert said this was the pattern of elder abuse evidence they needed to take to the authorities.

The next morning, Linda called an emergency family meeting at her house. She told everyone to come immediately.

When I walked in with Dylan, I saw a woman I’d never met sitting next to Dererick on the couch. Dererick had this smug look on his face like he’d already won something.

The woman stood up and said she was Rachel. She claimed she’d seen me on some escort website months ago.

She started listing off dates when Dylan supposedly hired me, but got them all wrong. She said, “We met in January when Dylan had told everyone we met in March”.

Linda’s eyes narrowed as Rachel kept talking because the dates made no sense at all.

Rachel claimed Dylan paid me $3,000 for a weekend in Dallas. The whole family knew Dylan was at his cousin’s wedding that weekend.

Even Elena looked confused as Rachel kept messing up basic facts about when things happened.

Dylan suddenly stood up and his voice was shaking but loud. He started listing every single time Dererick had destroyed someone in the family.

He mentioned Jennifer’s OnlyFans pictures that Dererick accidentally found and shared at Thanksgiving dinner.

He also brought up their cousin Tom’s divorce after Dererick told Tom’s wife about an old affair at a barbecue.

Dererick always made himself look like the good one while ruining everyone else’s lives.

The whole room went silent as Dylan kept going. Years of anger were finally coming out.

Ellena stood up next and pulled out a folder from her purse.

She said Dererick’s ex-fiancé was her godaughter. She’d been keeping track of Dererick’s lies for months.

She spread bank statements across the coffee table showing $50,000 missing from the wedding fund.

The money was supposed to pay for venues and caterers, but Dererick had taken it all. Dererick’s face went red and he started yelling that he needed that money to pay off the ex-fiancé’s brother.

Everyone froze when they realized what he’d just admitted. Robert had his phone out recording everything for the lawyers.

Grace walked over from where she’d been coloring in the corner. She tugged on Elena’s sleeve.

She said Uncle Derek was mean and told her not to tell anyone he visited great grandma last week.

Even the 5-year-old had seen him sneaking around when the grandmother was sleeping.