To steal my inheritance, my sister and her husband attacked me until I blacked out. My sister sneered, “You should have signed the house over.” As they celebrated, my father’s lawyer handed me a secret letter. I smiled through my pain, because my father had anticipated their greed and written…

Number 8824? The one you’ve been funneling Daniel’s stolen money into so you could dump him the moment the estate sale closed?”

Daniel froze. He stopped struggling against the investigator and looked at Vanessa, his eyes wide with a new, horrifying kind of realization. “What? What account? Vanessa, what is she talking about?”

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