“You know I wouldn’t do that!” he spat. “I need the damn money. You’ve left me no choice. You’ve been manipulating me since I was a kid, taking my share of the inheritance.”

“You were never a victim, Jorel,” I said, my voice icy. “You’ve always known the value of money, even if you spent it chasing women. You sold your share because you wanted to—because you’ve never been all that bright.”

Jorel shook his head, visibly shaken, but flashed an ironic smile, trying to ...