“And the sole member of Aurelia Group is Celeste Monroe,” she said.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

My father had spent forty years building that trust.

It was meant to fund the expansion of our original boutique hotels.

It was the safety net for the family.

“He is stripping the bone clean,” I said.

“If he moves this last fifteen million, the Whitlock Luxe primary fund will be insolvent.”

“The board will have no choice but to declare bankruptcy,” Julian said.

“And Celeste will buy the assets for pennies on the dollar through her shell companies.”

It was a simple, brutal plan.

By the time our divorce went to court, there would be no marital assets left to split.

The court could award me eighty percent of a ruined company, and I would still have nothing.

“Can we stop the transfer?” I asked.

Priya shook her head slowly.

“The request was submitted forty-eight hours ago with a pre-authorized token.”

“The automated system processes it at exactly 9:00 AM.”

“We cannot freeze it without a court order,” Julian said.

“And the courts do not open for another hour.”