My Brother Canceled My Birthday Invite — And Booked My Private Island

the line, thick and stunned.

“But you—” Marcus started. “You said you worked in nonprofits.”

“I do,” I replied. “That’s my work. It’s not my only asset.”

I could hear Vanessa in the background, her voice rising. “What is she saying? Marcus, what’s happening?”

Marcus’s voice emerged small. “How long?”

“Eight years,” I said. “I bought it when the resort was continue reading …