“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

” I said, catching his eye in the rearview mirror.

Beside me, William gripped the leather steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were bone-white. The silence in the car was suffocating.

We pulled through the wrought-iron gates of the Turner Mansion. A fleet of luxury vehicles—Bentleys, sleek Mercedes sedans, and a solitary Rolls-Royce—gleamed obnoxiously continue reading …