It was a transfer of five million dollars.

The destination account was in the Cayman Islands.

But the sender wasn’t one of Marcus’s companies.

It was a trust account under my name.

My blood ran cold.

“Dante,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Look at this.”

He glanced over at the page I was pointing to.

“What is it?”

“She used my identity,” I said.

“She opened a trust account in my name to move the largest sum.”

“If the authorities look into this, it will look like I was the one laundering the money.”

Dante’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white.

“She set you up,” he said.

“As a fallback plan,” I realized.

“If Marcus got caught, they would blame me.”

“They would say I was the mastermind.”

The realization hit me like a physical blow.

Marcus hadn’t just used me as collateral for his debts.

He and Vanessa had planned to make me the scapegoat for their entire financial empire.

“They won’t get the chance,” Dante said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“We are almost there.”