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.

was issued under my authorization,” I said. “Still fraud.”

Madison scoffed.

“For family?”

That word almost made me laugh.

Family.

Such a convenient word when they wanted something. Such a meaningless one when I needed anything.

Vanessa’s tone shifted immediately, softer now.

“Natalie, sweetheart, surely we can discuss this privately.”

Sweetheart.

She hadn’t continue reading …