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At 3 a.m., my stepmother and sisters cloned my credit card while I slept. By sunrise, they’d spent $100,000 on a luxury getaway and thought they’d pulled it off. Three days later, they came home smirking and thanked me for the trip… I just smiled—because that card was never truly mine to steal from.

Chapter 1: The Midnight Heist The house my father, Henry, had built in an affluent suburb outside Chicago was a pristine, sprawling monument to his second marriage. It smelled perpetually of expensive…