My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

even admitted they had used an old consent form they assumed I had long forgotten. That night, sitting alone in a cheap motel, I opened the property records – and found the one detail none of them had bothered to read.

The apartment Mara actually owned wasn’t my penthouse.

It wasn’t even close.

And the next morning, when I calmly looked at my sister and continue reading …