Free Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series) by Gabbie S. Duran Page A

child” that Susan was claiming I was.
    “It gets worse,” he says, finally breaking me from the shock
that I’m trying to absorb.
    “How much worse can it get than my fiancé, fucking me
over literally?”
    “He’s also screwing you by embezzling your money. Well, I
don’t know if most people will see it as embezzling since his name is also on
the account. But, being that you’ve been in a coma for the last four months, I
don’t know what you would need to spend close to a million dollars on?” he says
sarcastically.
    I look at him in shock. I feel like my body was just hit by
a train, knocking all the air out of me and making me feel like shit.
    “How bad is it?”
    He points at a contract sitting on the table. “That contract
is what’s going to screw you over. It pretty much states that he has access to
any finances in your name, whether he’s on the account or not.”
    Fuck.
    “Where did you get this?” My voice is raspy and still in
shock.
    Lifting one of his shoulders, with a smirk on his face, he
smiles and states, “I told you I was good. It’s actually a copy of the one the
bank is currently holding.”
    He looks very proud of himself, which he should be. “Since
you’re the primary account holder, he’s only allowed limited access and
withdrawals, but no matter, he has access regardless. The only positive thing
about the contract is that it has to be renewed annually, and will expire in
three months. Until then you’re pretty much screwed.”
    My head is spinning, I’m forcing myself to breath, and I’m
about ready to go crazy on Bill’s ass. But I have to force myself to calm down
and analyze the situation.
    “Since you were in a coma, the bank started getting really
suspicious of the amount he was withdrawing, and brought it to his attention.
So far he’s been a good boy, stating that the large amounts of money are for
your personal expenses. Which I find hard to believe.”
    “So you’re saying that I just have to hang in there for
three more months. Then make sure I don’t sign another one of these contracts,
giving him access to my money?”
    “And keep from doing anything that will earn you an income
in that time as well.”
    Now this confuses the hell out of me as well. “Why?”
    “Being that he’s your manager and agent he also has control
of the money you get from that as well.”
    Fuck. I’m screwed either way, what the hell am I supposed to
do? Even if I tried getting more money he would easily take it from me anyways.
    Frank sees me thinking over my options. “How well do you
know this Matthew fellow? What is he to you?” he asks.
    I shake my head not knowing what he is to me at this point. “Why
do you ask?”
    He brings his steepled hands to his lips, cocking an eyebrow
with curiosity, shrugging his shoulder. “I only ask because if he’s someone you
know you can trust, Bill wouldn’t be able to touch what’s no longer in your
account. Especially if it were to say, transfer into this Matthew fellow’s
account,” he says with a grin on his face.
    Oh. My. God.
    Why didn’t I think of that? It’s brilliant. The problem is
that I didn’t know whether I could trust Matt either. Although, at this point I
would rather let him have what was left of my money instead of letting Bill and
his fuck buddy have another cent.
    “I’ve included his bank account information along with all
of your personal account numbers as well. Apparently, you both use the same
bank,” he says with a smile on his face. “I’ve also included an account number
to which I would like my payment transferred.”
    He begins to stand up, leaving me to look up at him. “It was
a pleasure doing business with you Ms. Adams. If you ever need my services
again, I’m always at your disposal,” he says before he walks out of the coffee
shop, leaving me staring at the wall ahead of me.
    After sitting there for a couple of more minutes, I finally
gather everything up and exit the coffee shop as