Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I looked behind me at my sister who had removed her
mask. She looked at me, concerned.
“Banks…” I said under my breath.
“Is my sole heir,” he finished. “I changed my will last year.
She’s responsible, hard-working, and intelligent. She won’t
drive my life’s work into the ground. If you’re good and get
back in line, I’ll change it back.”
Something about what he said made anger knot in my
stomach again. Like I still hated that he didn’t think I was
good enough.
“It’s kind of ironic, actually,” he went on. “That I put all of
my faith and energy into you for so long, believing a daughter
could never be what a son could be, and as of right now, it
looks like your sisters will be the ones with the real power in
Thunder Bay. Not you.”
Sisters?
I looked at him, confused, as a slow, vile grin spread
across his fucking face.
What the hell was he talking about?
I only had one sister.