My sister stole my place, kicked my daughter in front of 200 guests, and my mom humiliated me like I was garbage. Nobody in that hall knew that that mansion was still standing because of me. When I wiped away the blood and dialed a single number, the party started to die.
“The legal owner of the mansion is Mrs. Elena Vance.” The silence didn’t fall. It collapsed. As if the glass ceiling, the chandeliers, the imported flowers, and the two hundred champagne flutes had just been sucked dry of air. Sarah let out a dry laugh. “That’s impossible.” My mom looked at me with contempt, but…
