Dominic stared at Victor, then slowly turned his head to look at me. His mouth opened. No sound came out.

“Your… sister?”

“My name is Vivienne Sterling,” I said, my voice clear in the stunned room. “I hid it because I wanted to know if you loved me without the shadow of the family fortune.

When you failed, I quietly kept you afloat. You thought you were a genius, Dominic. You thought you’d outgrown me. But every step you took up that ladder was paid for by the family you mocked in our living room.”

He took a step back, looking desperately toward the exit. Federal agents had already blocked every door.

His fiancée pulled her arm away from him, trembling in her emerald gown. “Dominic? You told me she abandoned you. You told me she was crazy!”