My sister pushed me off the yacht and shouted, “Say hello to the sharks for me!

My name is Evelyn Carter, and until the age of thirty-four, I believed betrayal was something that happened to other families. Ours looked perfect from the outside—wealthy parents, a younger sister, and a name respected in international finance. My father, Richard Carter, built a global investment firm from nothing. My mother, Margaret, managed our public image with flawless grace. And my sister Claire? She was the charming one, the “sweet” daughter everyone adored.