"In addition to the four million, your monthly allowance, and any jewelry or luxury items the Spencers buy for you anything of value—it alles to me," Megan decreed. She intended to bleed Yvonne dry for as long as she could.


    Yvonne shakily took out her phone, the very picture of a frightened victim. "Okay... send me your ount details."


    Megan,pletely unsuspecting, sent the information over. Yvonne didn''t hesitate, transferring the four million immediately. It was the leftover money from what Matthew had given her, plus the allowance from the Spencers. One of the few perks of being a wealthy family''s daughter was never being short on cash.


    Seeing the transfer go through so smoothly, Megan''s eyes narrowed. "You little liar, are you hiding more money from me?"


    "No, no!" Yvonne shook her head frantically. "I donated most of it. This is all I have left. I gave it all to you."


    The girl she used to be would never have dared to lie to Megan. Seeing her cower, Megan believed her.


    "From now on, any money you get, you give it to me first. And I''m warning you, if you ever mess with Queena again, I''ll post this video everywhere. I''ll let the whole world see you spread-eagled under a man. Ha!" Megan''sughter was vicious. She had gotten what she wanted and was about to leave, but Yvonne stepped into her path.


    "Get out of my way! Are you looking for trouble?" Megan snapped.


    "Don''t be in such a hurry to leave. The police aren''t here yet," Yvonne said, blinking her wide, innocent eyester smile was disarming! Sweet, yet it sent a chill down Megan''s spine.


    "What police? What are you talking about?"


    Yvonne''s smile turned sharp. "You just ckmailed me. Of course I''m going to


    report it. You''re not going anywhere until they arrive."


    She was a police officer, after all. The embodiment of justice. She would never bow


    to evil. The idea that Megan could threaten her with a video wasughable.


    "Yvonne, you dare call the police? I''m doing you a favor by taking your money! Are you tired of living?" Megan lunged for Yvonne''s phone as she dialed the emergency number. She tried to p he a move honed by years of practice on


    ve


    a defenseless child.


    But Yvonne wasn''t that helpless girl anymore. Megan didn''t even touch a strand of her hair before Yvonne caught her wrist, twisted it, and sent her stumbling backward.


    "You bitch, you dare to fight back? I see you''ve gotten brave since Ist beat you!" Megan, ustomed to her submissiveness, charged at her again.


    A storm of memories-all the abuse the original Yvonne had endured-ignited a fire in Yvonne''s chest. The police were on their way. She might as well use the time to deliver some long overdue justice: