minutes.”
“No, Daniel. You were supposed to marry me, take control of my property, and keep stealing from my company.”
His face hardened.
“So this was a trap?”
“No.”
I looked at the unsigned condo transfers.
“This was your trap.”
Then I picked them up and tore them in half.
Applause started near the back.
Then another person joined.
Within seconds, half the ballroom was clapping.
Daniel’s humiliation turned to fury.
“You think you’ve won?”
My answer came quietly.
“I think I finally stopped losing.”
That was when two investigators
