Camila let out a cold, bitter laugh that carried over the speakers.

“A better life for us? For five years you let your mother call me a parasite, let your sister steal my things, and used my family’s money to keep your mistress — and then you made me crawl under a dog the night my father died.”

The audience gasped. Edwin looked around and understood that not one person in the room respected him anymore.

“I was drunk that night,” he stammered. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“You knew exactly what you were doing,” Camila said. “You enjoyed every second of it.”

The back doors banged open and Kara rushed in, makeup ruined, hair a mess. “Edwin! Federal agents froze all my accounts, and there are repo men at the penthouse taking everything!”