Chapter 3: The Golden Illusion Shatters
“Speech! Speech!”
The crowd turned to Isabella.
She smiled, glowing beneath the lights, raising her glass like a queen.
“To family,” she said sweetly.
I almost laughed.
Because at that exact moment, across the city, a series of scheduled emails were being delivered.
Investors.
Board members.
Regulators.
Every secret file. Every forged signature. Every illegal transfer.
Sent.
Exposed.
Irreversible.
My phone buzzed once.
Then again.
Then nonstop.
May you like
The first domino had fallen.
And across the ballroom, I saw it—the flicker of panic in my father’s eyes.
