“Time To Meet The Sharks!” The Son And His Wife Pushed Their Old Mother Into The Sea To Steal Her $10 Million. But When They Returned To The Villa, Looking Triumphant, I Was Waiting For Them With A Gift…

Trevor had always resented his mother’s control over his life. Despite being in his mid-thirties, he had never managed to break free from her overbearing influence. The fortune she had inherited from her late husband, a tech mogul, was something Trevor had always coveted. Patricia had promised him that one day, she would pass on her wealth to him, but the truth was, she hadn’t done so yet. Trevor had grown impatient.

The plan was simple: push Patricia off the yacht, make it look like an accident, and claim the inheritance immediately. Camille had agreed to the plan, seeing it as the fastest way to secure their future. After all, they had expensive tastes, and Trevor’s business ventures were failing.

“Mom, look at the dolphins over there!” Camille called out, her voice laced with fake enthusiasm. Patricia, eager to enjoy the view, stood and made her way to the railing, leaning over the edge. Trevor quickly moved behind her, taking advantage of the moment. Without a second thought, he pushed his mother into the cold, unforgiving sea.

She fell with a startled cry, splashing into the water below. Trevor and Camille stood motionless for a moment, watching her flounder in the waves. Patricia struggled to stay afloat for a few seconds before disappearing beneath the surface.

“Now we wait,” Trevor said, his voice cold. “No one will ever know.”

They quickly steered the yacht back toward the shore, pretending to be shocked when they called for help. The police and coast guard would arrive shortly, but they had already calculated that it would take time for any real search to begin. By then, Patricia’s body would be lost to the sea. The inheritance would be theirs.

The villa was eerily quiet when they returned. Trevor and Camille stepped inside, their faces flushed with excitement and a sense of twisted satisfaction. They’d just killed Patricia, his own mother, for money, and now they could enjoy the fruits of their crime.

“I can’t believe we did it,” Camille whispered, her voice shaky but excited. “We’re free. We’ll be rich.”

Trevor smiled and pulled her into an embrace. “I told you, Camille. No one could stop us. The money’s ours.”

But as they entered the living room of the villa, a chill ran down Trevor’s spine. Someone was waiting for them. He hadn’t expected that. The lights were dimmed, and a figure sat in the shadows of the grand room, holding something.

“Welcome back,” the voice said, calm and menacing. It was Patricia’s lawyer, Mr. Bennett, a man whom Trevor had barely noticed before. But now, he was the last person Trevor wanted to see.

“Mr. Bennett, what are you doing here?” Trevor stammered, his heart beginning to race.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for you,” Mr. Bennett replied smoothly, his voice almost sounding like he knew exactly what had transpired. “Your mother left me with some… instructions. You see, I knew that one day, someone might try to steal from her. And so, she made sure to leave me a little gift… a surprise.”

Trevor felt his stomach drop. How could Mr. Bennett know? Was it possible Patricia had known? Camille grabbed his arm nervously, but Trevor stood frozen in place, his mind racing.

“You thought you’d get away with it, didn’t you?” Mr. Bennett continued, leaning forward and holding up a small, sealed envelope. “Well, your mother’s wealth isn’t just for the taking. She made sure that her estate wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands, especially not hands like yours.”

Trevor felt a sudden panic grip him. “What are you talking about?”

Mr. Bennett smirked. “Patricia was more clever than you think. She foresaw this, Trevor. She knew you would try something like this. She made arrangements for her assets to go to someone else if you ever tried to harm her.”

The reality of the situation hit Trevor like a freight train. The walls of the villa seemed to close in around him as Mr. Bennett opened the envelope, pulling out a series of documents.

“You see,” Mr. Bennett said, flipping through the papers, “Patricia’s will stipulates that if anything happens to her and her death is ruled as suspicious, her estate is to be given to the one person who remained loyal to her—the person who truly cared for her all these years. That person wasn’t you, Trevor.”

Trevor’s face went pale. “Who is it then?”

“You’ve been played,” Mr. Bennett replied, his voice low and knowing. “Your mother had a second family—someone she truly trusted. She made sure to set everything up before her passing. Your inheritance? Gone.”

Trevor’s mind was in turmoil. “What? But we—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of the front door opening interrupted him. A tall, well-dressed man entered, his expression cold and emotionless. It was Patricia’s brother, Robert, a man Trevor had forgotten existed. Robert walked over to Mr. Bennett and nodded curtly.

“You’re too late, Trevor,” Robert said, his tone final. “The estate was never yours. Patricia left everything to me and my family. Your mother knew what kind of man you were.”

The weight of Robert’s words settled heavily on Trevor. He had been so certain of his victory, but now he realized how deeply he had underestimated his mother’s foresight.

“Consider this a lesson,” Robert continued, “in loyalty and integrity. You’ll leave this house today, and you’ll never see a penny of her fortune.”

As Trevor and Camille stood there, their hopes dashed, they realized the true cost of their betrayal. The $10 million they had so eagerly sought would never be theirs. And in that moment, they understood the depth of their mother’s wisdom, though it came far too late.

The villa, the wealth, and everything they had schemed for was slipping away—forever.