I stood and walked to the window, looking down at my sons playing in the red dirt of the courtyard under my security team’s eye.

“I froze the trust, Victoria,” I said. “The lawyers you hired won’t be paid. The men chasing us just had their cards declined. Every distribution stays locked until a forensic audit clears it, and the audit is going to find everything Mom wrote down.

You have nothing left but an empty house and a very long conversation with the state of Nevada about forged medical records and a fraudulent custody petition.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I hung up and set the phone down.

I turned to Maren, who was staring at me in complete shock, her coffee cup trembling.

“It’s over,” I told her, crossing the room to wrap my arms around her. “She can’t touch us anymore. My lawyers are already walking the forged evaluations and the custody filing into a judge’s chambers in Reno.