The recording continued while Marcus demanded someone shut it off. I remained seated. The audio had already been delivered to my board of directors, his attorney, and federal investigators.

Then the kitchen doors opened. My brothers walked in one by one, dressed in expensive suits and carrying evidence boxes instead of breakfast plates. Marcus immediately lost his confidence.

He tried claiming the house was his, but Nico calmly opened a folder filled with bank records, forged signatures, emails, and financial documents. Every secret Marcus thought he had hidden was sitting beside the biscuits.

My brothers didn’t threaten him. They didn’t need to. The evidence spoke louder than any intimidation ever could. Marcus suddenly realized the trap had already closed around him-