All the while, he had been planning this.

He had been sleeping with Sloane, planning to strip my family’s legacy bare to pay off his own debts.

“It’s over, Evan,” I said.

“The fifteen minutes are up.”

“And you have nothing left to threaten me with.”

Vivian stood up, her face twisted in a sneer.

“You think you’re so clever, Claire,” she said.

“But your father’s business was failing.”

“Without Evan’s management, you’ll be bankrupt in a month.”

“That’s another lie, Vivian,” Lydia said.

“We’ve already audited the accounts.”

“The only money missing from the Hayes estate is the three hundred thousand dollars Evan transferred to a shell company last week.”

“We have the wire receipts.”

Sloane’s eyes went wide.

“Three hundred thousand?” she asked.

She turned to Evan, her voice shaking.

“You told me it was fifty thousand.”

“You told me that was all you needed to clear the warehouse lease.”

“Where is the rest of it?”

Evan didn’t answer.

He glared at Sloane, his jaw tight.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he said.

“No, we won’t,” Sloane said.