The Royalty Trap: How I Beat My Killer Brother

My brother, Derek, stood smirking by our dying father' s bed, demanding the records.

He thought he was outsmarting me, believing they held the map to the fortune I' d made in my first life.

I just shrugged, letting him snatch what he believed was the jackpot, while I "foolishly" accepted our dilapidated, lien-ridden house.

He gloated, flashing his new sports car, convinced he was a millionaire. Meanwhile, debt collectors were banging on my door, threatening to seize the property Derek thought was worthless anyway.