Mr. Sterling pressed a button on the conference table. A presentation appeared on the large screen behind him. My name stood at the top beside the title Founder and Majority Owner.
My father’s face lost color. “That’s impossible.” Marcus folded his arms. “Actually, it’s public information. You just never bothered looking.” The words landed harder than any insult.
I opened another file on my tablet. “Since we’re sharing facts today, let’s continue.” Screenshots from the family group chat appeared. Every cruel message. Every joke about me. Every discussion about using me for money.
My mother’s eyes widened. Oliver looked away. My father suddenly seemed fascinated by the floor. None of them could deny what they had written with their own hands-
