My sister tried to steal the mountain house I built in court—but when the judge asked how many properties I owned, the forged documents exposed a felony that shattered everything.

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“Yes, Your Honor.”

“This is one of the properties in your real-estate portfolio, correct?”

The courtroom stopped breathing.

Chris froze.

Nicole’s face lost its color.

Behind me, my mother made a small, strangled sound.

Judge Brown adjusted her glasses.

“How many properties do you own, Miss Manning?”

I looked directly at my sister.

Then answered.

“Twelve, Your continue reading …