I found them sleeping on a marble bench inside my bank—one exhausted mother and a six-year-old girl hugging a torn rabbit.

“If I call off the wedding, Victor will destroy Mom and Dad’s company.”

My stomach turned cold.

“He already controls half their debt,” she 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 continue reading …