The Royalty Trap: How I Beat My Killer Brother

From the back cover

My brother, Derek, stood smirking by our dying father' s bed, demanding the records.

He thought he was outsmarting me, believing they held the map to the fortune I' d made in my first life.

I just shrugged, letting him snatch what he believed was the jackpot, while I "foolishly" accepted our dilapidated, lien-ridden house.

He gloated, flashing his new sports car, convinced he was a millionaire. Meanwhile, debt collectors were banging on my door, threatening to seize the property Derek thought was worthless anyway.

He laughed in my face, bragging about the fake demo tapes he'd dug up and sold for a fortune.

I knew he was about to crash and burn, just like last time. But the injustice still burned. In my first life, his greed and jealousy didn' t just ruin him; they led him to murder me in cold blood.

I remembered every detail, every agonizing second of his betrayal.

But this time, I wasn't the naive fool. This time, I' d come prepared.

Because when I opened my eyes again, waking up right here, at Dad's bedside, I knew exactly what was coming – and exactly what I needed to do.