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.

Vale’s bankers were answering subpoenas they never expected.

At six, Victor texted me.

Tell your sister to smile today. This family survives because I allow it.

I stared at the message until my coffee went cold.

Then I forwarded it to the FBI.

Mara found me at sunrise, wrapped in a robe, her eyes swollen.

“What happens now?” she asked.

I adjusted her veil continue reading …