Chapter 4: The Enemy I Never Saw Coming
The name on the document stayed in my mind all night.
Marcus Reed.
My former business partner.
The man who had stood beside me when Bennett House opened its first location.
The man who had called me his brother.
I stared at the signature.
Marcus had invested early.
He had helped negotiate contracts.
He had celebrated every success.
And now he was working with Vanessa.
The next morning, I asked Marcus to meet me.
He arrived at Bennett House at noon wearing an expensive suit and the same confident smile I remembered.
“Ethan. What’s going on?””
I watched him carefully.
“Sit down.””
He noticed my expression.
“What happened?””
I placed the documents on the table.
His smile disappeared.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then Marcus sighed.
“So you found out.””
Those four words hurt more than any lie.
I leaned back.
“How long?””
Marcus looked away.
“How long have you been working against me?””
He didn’t answer immediately.
Finally:
“Eight months.””
I felt a strange calm.
“Why?””
His jaw tightened.
“Because you left me behind.””
I stared at him.
“What?””
“You became the face of Bennett House. Everyone knew your name. Everyone praised Ethan Bennett.””
He laughed bitterly.
“But nobody remembered Marcus Reed.””
I shook my head.
“That’s what this is about?””
“You think it’s nothing because you got everything.””
“I built this.””
“With my help.””
“Yes. Your help. Not your ownership.””
His expression hardened.
“I deserved more.””
I looked at him.
“So you partnered with Vanessa?””
“She had connections.””
“She tried to destroy my company.””
“She wanted what you had.””
“And you helped her?””
Marcus stood.
“You don’t understand what it feels like watching someone else live the dream you helped create.””
I looked at him sadly.
“No, Marcus. I understand exactly.””
He frowned.
“Do you?””
“Yes.””
I opened a drawer and pulled out an old photograph.
It showed us years ago.
Two young men standing in front of an empty building.
Our first restaurant space.
“Do you remember this?””
Marcus looked at the picture.
“You said we would build something people would respect.””
“I did.””
“And you did.””
I put the photo down.
“But somewhere along the way, you decided respect mattered less than revenge.””
Marcus looked away.
Then his phone rang.
He checked it.
His face changed.
“What?””
I watched him.
“Who is it?””
He didn’t answer.
The phone rang again.
This time, I saw the name.
Vanessa.
Marcus rejected the call.
Too late.
I had seen enough.
“You’re scared of her.””
He looked at me.
“You have no idea who Vanessa really is.””
“I’m starting to.””
Marcus walked toward the door.
Before leaving, he stopped.
“Ethan.””
I looked up.
“Be careful.””
“With Vanessa?””
He shook his head.
“With what she’s hiding.””
Then he left.
That night, I returned to my office alone.
The restaurant was quiet.
I thought I had finally uncovered the truth.
Vanessa.
Marcus.
The money.
The betrayal.
But something still bothered me.
Why would Vanessa risk everything?
Why attack Bennett House?
Why manipulate people?
There had to be a bigger reason.
Then my computer notification appeared.
An email.
No sender.
No subject.
Just one attachment.
I opened it.
Inside was a photograph.
A photograph of Vanessa standing beside someone.
Someone from my past.
Someone I believed had disappeared forever.
Under the image was one sentence:
*You’re looking at the wrong enemy, Ethan. Vanessa Parker is only following orders.*
I stared at the screen.
Because the person standing beside Vanessa wasn’t Marcus.
It wasn’t Richard.
It was someone I had trusted more than anyone.
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And underneath the photograph was a name.
*Ethan Bennett’s mother.*
