Chapter 8 - The Falling of the Empire
The next forty-eight hours were a whirlwind of legal and financial destruction for the Vega family.
The financial audits were verified as authentic by the state forensic team. By Wednesday morning, federal agents had raided the offices of the Vega Group in Zapopan, seizing computers, bank ledgers, and contract files.
Eduardo and Carlos were arrested at their homes, escorted out in handcuffs in front of the local news cameras. The story of how they had abandoned their mother, framed their younger brother, and spent decades living on stolen wealth dominated the headlines across the country.
The public sympathy for Carmen and Mateo Jr. was overwhelming. People began leaving flowers outside the gate of the small house in the alley, turning the dusty street into a shrine of remembrance for the woman who had fought so hard for justice from her lonely kitchen.
I sat on the steps of the house, watching the evening breeze rustle the flowers.
"Diego?"
I turned to see Licenciado Herrera walking up the alley, a warm, relieved smile on his face. He sat down beside me, handing me a fresh concha from the bakery.
"It's over, my boy," Herrera said. "The Vega Group’s assets have been frozen by the court. Eduardo and Carlos are being held without bail, facing up to fifteen years in federal prison. Their lawyers are already scrambling to negotiate a plea deal that will strip them of their remaining personal wealth to pay restitution to the state and the victims of the housing fraud."
"And the money in the vault?" I asked.
"It's yours, Diego. Completely and legally," Herrera said, clapping me on the shoulder. "The court has finalized the probate. The forty-five million pesos in shares, the opals, the house... everything belongs to you. You are no longer a broke college student, Diego. You are one of the wealthiest young men in Jalisco."
I looked at the concha in my hand, then at the quiet house.
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"I don't want to leave this place, Licenciado," I said quietly. "This house is where I learned what matters. It's where she lived. I don't want to sell it."
"You don't have to, Diego," Herrera said. "Dona Carmen wanted you to build a life. How you do that is entirely up to you. But I think she would be very proud of what you've done with her trust."
