My Sister Sold My Penthouse Behind My Back—Then Asked Why I Was Smiling

cracked. “He could lose everything.”

“So did I,” I said. “And you laughed.”

She flinched. “I didn’t—”

“You called me homeless. You mocked me. And now you want mercy.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I didn’t think you’d fight.”

“I know,” I said. She left without another word.

That night, my phone rang again—an unfamiliar number. I answered.

“This is Josh. We need continue reading …