At 3 a.m., my stepmother and stepsisters stole my credit card and spent $100,000 on a luxury trip—returning home smug and unaware the card they used wasn’t what they thought it was.

what it was like living in her shadow.”

“There it is,” Thomas murmured. “The truth, finally.”

Her face changed.

Only for a moment.

The trembling victim disappeared, and beneath it stood something leaner, uglier, and far more honest.

“You all worshipped her,” Vanessa hissed. “Eleanor the brilliant. Eleanor the generous. Eleanor with her perfect daughter continue reading …