During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…

Daniel’s forearm, applying just enough agonizing pressure to force his fingers to peel away from my skin.

“I didn’t just do it,” I said, rubbing my wrist. “It’s already done.”

Panic is a fascinating psychological trigger. It overrides logic, memory, and sometimes, even physical performance. In her absolute shock at watching her stolen fortune evaporate continue reading …