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.

been.

Marcus stepped closer to me.

“The card was bait,” he said quietly.

I turned to him.

“What?”

Thomas answered.

“I placed the account under a structure tied to your trust. Marcus noticed repeated access attempts from this residence over the last six months. We needed proof of who was still trying to drain what belonged to you.”

I stared at him.

“You used continue reading …