My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415

I could already feel my brain working, as I rolled my neck, “His companies?”

“All of them.”

“Family?”

“Untouched,” Vincenzo answered immediately, “His wife and daughters stay clean. I’m not him.”

That narrowed the field. I walked toward the monitors slowly, already pulling systems online. Corporate databases, private banking mirrors, offshore movement trackers.

William Whitmore’s entire digital life started unfolding across the screens in front of me. I leaned forward slightly, eyes scanning financial movement patterns.

“There,” I said quietly.

Vincenzo stood immediately. A Cayman account flashed onto the monitor, then another, then another. Layered foundations hidden beneath environmental redevelopment grants, government laundering channels, political kickbacks.

And underneath all of it, human trafficking payments. Hidden carefully between shipping contracts.

Adriano’s face twisted instantly, “Oh, that’s ugly.”

Very ugly.

I kept digging.

More accounts appeared. Private island transfers, escort routing services, judges getting paid through fake consulting firms. Whitmore hadn’t just been cooperating with the government. He’d been buying them.

I leaned back slightly in the chair. The man was dead already, he just didn’t know it yet.

“He’s dirty,” I said calmly.

Vincenzo stared at the screen quietly, “How dirty?”

I clicked another file open, pictures filled the monitor. Young girls entering Whitmore’s private jet. Different cities, different dates but same handlers.

Adriano’s expression went flat, “Well,” he muttered, “Looks like we’re ruining a billionaire tonight.”

I looked toward Vincenzo, “Do you want him bankrupt first,” I asked evenly, “or suicidal?”

Vincenzo smiled then, “Both.”

Vincenzo kept staring at the monitor for another few seconds after the last file loaded across the screens.

Pictures.

Bank transfers.

Politicians.

Girls.

Enough dirt to bury Whitmore ten times over.

Vincenzo dragged a hand down his face slowly like he was reconsidering every life choice that led to this family.

Then his eyes shifted toward the hidden black panel. Vincenzo stared directly at the dark glass for a long second. Not able to see through it, but fully aware she was standing there listening.

“Since my brother nearly put me through a fucking wall over you,” he said evenly, “I suppose that means I should properly meet you.”

A pause.

“I’ll see you at the house for dinner tomorrow night.”

Adriano rubbed a hand over his mouth hard, staring at the floor like he physically did not want to witness the disaster currently unfolding.

Vincenzo kept looking at the panel another second before finally turning away.

“Get me results by morning,” he ordered me.

Then he walked out.

The door slammed shut behind him hard enough to rattle the monitors.

Silence hit immediately afterward. Then Adriano looked at the closed door. Then at me. Then back at the door again.

“You,” he said finally, sounding genuinely disturbed, “are so unbelievably fucked.”

I exhaled slowly and reached for the keyboard again but the second I moved, Adriano crossed the room fast and grabbed me violently by my shoulder.