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.

This isn’t over.

Now I understood.

He hadn’t been threatening me.

He had been warning me.

Marcus’s phone buzzed.

He glanced down.

His expression changed.

Thomas noticed immediately.

“What is it?”

Marcus looked at me.

“We have a problem.”

I tightened my hold on my mother’s letter.

“What problem?”

He turned the screen so I could see.

A security alert from one of the continue reading …