"You have three days," I said, and my mother's phone hit the floor. "Don't you dare," Lauren snapped. Her nails were lacquered white. Her voice sliced the room. Graydon stood behind the couch like a statue. "Ivory," he said. "This is not the time for stunts." Everleigh smiled wide and slow, like she was watching a show. "Stunts? Mom, who's talking now? Whatever you're doing, stop embarrassing the family." "Embarrassing?" I laughed. My laugh was small. "You ruined my life for views. I signed your contracts, I took your calls, and you erased me when the cameras cooled." "You speak for the tabloids now?" Lauren leaned forward, glass clinking. "You speak when a Price speaks." "I speak because I'm done pretending to be small." Graydon cleared his throat. "Enough. You will apologize. Publicly. Tonight. On all channels." "Apologize for what?" I said. "For telling the truth? For calling the man who sold me to your PR team a fraud? For refusing to stage that 'happy family' video?" Lauren's hand moved like it had a script. The phone left her fingers. It hit the carpet and slid toward my shoe. Everleigh laughed loud enough for two people. "Look at her. Is she drunk? Is she unwell? Gray, we should—" "Get out," Graydon said. His voice was soft but cold. "Pack your things. We'll arrange a driver." "You can't," I said. "You locked my bank card last month. You canceled my contracts. You scrubbed