He’d founded it under a holding group, kept himself private, and let professional executives be the public face of it.

Beatrice’s family worked in three of its subsidiaries. Their mortgages, their cars, their social standing—all of it rode on salaries Liam approved.

The only reason they’d been invited to this wedding was that I wanted them all in one room when the truth arrived.

Maya stood near the back, flanked by two attorneys.

They’d spent the afternoon filing emergency motions, preserving company records, and coordinating with investigators who were already waiting just outside.

Chloe spotted her first. “Who are those people?”

“My wedding guests,” I said.