Chapter 82: CHAPTER 82: Going Bankrupt

Ella

My brother slams a stack of papers onto the table with such force that it rattles the teacups on the edge. I barely flinch.

"It all checks out," my brother says, his voice low, but there's a hard edge to it. "That day at the club—Jaxon, Jessica—it's all here. Jessica's the one behind all of it." He taps the top page for emphasis.

Of course, it's Jessica. I'm not surprised at all. Disgusted, sure. But not surprised. My brother and I have always known she had it out for me, but now it's laid bare in black and white, proof of her cruelty.

My brother arches a brow. "Are you going to tell Dad?"

I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "Why not? She's bullied me for years. I'm done putting up with her schemes."

He smirks. "That's fine by me."

Without saying more, we both head downstairs to the study. The door creaks slightly as I push it open, and there's my father, seated in his usual armchair, reading yet another book.