The yacht was my idea. A family celebration off the coast of Sardinia—sun, champagne, and forced smiles. I had recently finalized the sale of my tech holdings, pushing my net worth to 5.6 billion dollars. Legally, it was mine alone. I noticed how my parents suddenly became attentive, how Claire started calling me “big sis” again. I ignored the warning signs because I wanted to believe.
That night, the sea was black and calm. Claire asked me to step to the stern to look at the lights on the water. I remember laughing, the hum of the engine, the smell of salt. Then her hands shoved my shoulders. Hard.
I fell.
As I hit the water, I heard her voice—clear, sharp, unforgettable.
“Say hello to the sharks for me!”
I surfaced long enough to see the yacht drifting away. On deck, my parents stood side by side. They weren’t screaming. They weren’t reaching for life rings. They were smiling.
