Chapter 3: We Won’t Cancel

“He already controls half their debt,” Mara continued. “He said he’ll call every loan, ruin every supplier contract, drag them through court, and make them lose the house.”

I stared at my little sister.

My bright, stubborn, fearless Mara.

The same girl who used to hide behind me during thunderstorms was now hiding inside a wedding dress from a monster in cufflinks.

“He said no one would believe me,” she whispered. “He said you’re just a divorced consultant with a cold face and no real power.”

That almost made me smile.

For years, men like Victor Vale had underestimated me because I wore simple black suits, spoke quietly, and never raised my voice unless I had to.

I touched Mara’s cheek.

“Did he threaten you in writing?”

“Emails. Voice notes. Photos. I saved everything.”

“Good girl.”

“But we can’t cancel.”

I kissed her forehead.

“Then we won’t cancel it. We’ll let them walk straight into it.” Continue Reading ⬇️