I was unwilling—furious—but I had no choice. My eyes burned red, and the room grew silent, filled with pitying stares.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One—”
“Stop! Damn it, I’ll sell, alright?”
Madison’s smile widened with satisfaction.
“Well, well! Who dares to push my dear sister to the brink? Whoever it is, I’ll make sure to reward them generously! Hahaha!”
Everyone understood the hidden threat—either stand with her or die. Because she was winning, and that was the reality.
Shaking with rage, I followed her orders and dumped the stock, handing my hard-earned gains to her.
Madison pranced around with a self-made swan dance, pulled out a cigarette, and one of the shareholders eager to side with her quickly lit it.
She exhaled a puff of smoke right into my face, her arrogant smirk making me want to tear her apart with my bare hands.
If she hadn’t been holding my father’s urn, I never would have tolerated her.
“How does it feel, sis? Do you wish me dead?”
“Everything you once owned is slowly becoming mine.”
“Madison, I already sold you my shares. Now give me back my father’s urn as promised.”