“Run the Card Again,” My Mother-in-Law Snapped. By Nightfall, Every Card Was Frozen—and the Penthouse Was Mine.

The card’s frozen. Everything is blocked. This is financial abuse, Victoria. We had an agreement—”

“Sit down, Brandon,” I said, not looking up from my laptop where the final audit report glowed with damning clarity.

“I’m not sitting down. I’m calling my lawyer. You can’t just cut me off. I’ve worked for this company. I built the brand—”

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