I Sold My Family For Millions

Summary

I woke up back in that room, facing the one person I had spent my entire previous life trying to please.

My sister, Mary, sat across from me. Her eyes—usually bright and sharp with an effortless, predatory confidence—were currently clouded with a headache. she rubbed her temples, her gaze landing on me with a heavy, unmistakable flicker of annoyance.

She slid a black credit card across the polished mahogany desk. Her voice was flat, Brookline-steeled, and utterly non-negotiable. "There’s five million in there. Consider it back pay for the years you spent... away."