At the bridal shop, I saw fresh dark marks across my sister’s back. She whispered, “If I cancel, his father will ruin us.” I kissed her cheek and said, “Then we won’t cancel.” But by morning, the groom had no idea who was waiting at the aisle.

He had been using their company as a laundering channel.

Fake vendor invoices.

Offshore accounts.

Campaign donations funneled through shell firms.

My parents had signed papers they didn’t understand, trusting a man who planned to use them as disposable shields.

I called the one person Victor should have feared.

“Clara?” Agent Naomi Price answered.

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