Turns out, while pretending to pass out, Mom had already called her team. They’d set up surveillance, tracked David’s thugs, and flipped them like pancakes. Every move David made after that was a setup. The fact he thought he was still in control? Almost funny.
The cops showed up fast, wrapping the whole scene. Then Mom and I went back to the villa, both of us ready to face Miranda.
We found her humming, prancing around in Mom’s clothes. When she saw us, she froze, then screamed.
“You–h–how are you-
Mom raised an eyebrow. “Still alive? Sorry to disappoint. Your benefactor, David, and the daughter you bought? They’re not so lucky.”
Miranda’s face turned gray. “No. No way. How did you-”
I cut her off, stepping forward. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is you’ll be doing life for grand theft.”
The cops marched in to cuff her, but Miranda wasn’t going down quietly. She grabbed a fruit knife and lunged, shrieking like a banshee. “My husband is Sinclair Corp CEO! My daughter’s the Sinclair heiress! You can’t arrest me!”
A gunshot rang out. Blood bloomed across Miranda’s chest, and she crumpled. The woman who spent her whole life scheming didn’t even realize attacking a cop would get her killed. Poetic, really.
As they wheeled her body out, Mom frowned and put the villa on the market.
This place had to go. The sooner, the better.
I transferred schools the next week, leaving behind every fake friend and bully. Some cried when I left, but I didn’t bother giving out my number. And yeah, Mom pulled all her investments from the school. They didn’t deserve her.
After all that, I took her last name–Claire Lambert. No more Sinclair Corp. From now on,
was Lambert Corp.
it
