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.

”

I frowned.

“So?”

“So your trust vested.”

Marcus placed the trust documents in front of me.

My eyes moved over the words, but at first they meant nothing. Legal language. Dates. Assets. Holdings. Properties. Funds. Shares.

Then certain numbers began to sharpen.

My breath caught.

“No,” I whispered.

Marcus’s voice gentled.

“Yes.”

The room tilted.

It wasn’t just continue reading …