"My brother invited the whole family to celebrate buying his first mansion, then told me: 'Don't touch anything, you probably can't afford it.' I laughed, took one photo, and left. That night, his realtor called and said the real owner wanted him out..."

Synopsis

My brother raised his champagne glass inside a mansion he did not own and warned me not to leave fingerprints on the marble. By midnight, the lie holding his perfect life together was already collapsing. Grant had invited twenty relatives to “his” new estate in Westchester, a limestone palace with iron gates, a glass conservatory, and a pool glowing blue…