The title records proving Vanguard Horizon Holdings owned the mansion were already processed. The ledger of my private wealth propping up his entire existence was sitting on a judge’s desk.

By evening, Evelyn’s secondary credit card was declined at her favorite boutique in front of three of her closest friends.

By nightfall, my phone lit up with a call from an unknown number. Daniel, on a burner, bypassing the block he’d set that morning.

I let it ring three times before answering.

“What did you do?” he hissed, his voice trembling with a chaotic mix of rage and panic.

I walked to the hotel window, gazing over the sprawling city. “I told the truth, Daniel. I removed the veil.”