“My doctor gave me weeks to live. But when I went to tell my family, they didn't care about my terminal cancer. They were too busy comforting my adopted sister, Isabell, over her latest "flare-up." They manipulated me into signing over my multi-million dollar company and my entire fortune to her. Then, my husband announced he was renewing his wedding vows-with Isabell-to lift her spirits. Even my eight-year-old son begged me to support them, for his "sick" Aunt Isabell. Stripped of everything and left to die, I was a ghost in my own life, watching them celebrate my demise. But as I collapsed in a hospital parking lot, I made one last call to the estranged best friend who had warned me about them all. She rescued me, flew me to the world's best oncology center, and made a single promise. "You're not dying. And when you're better, we will burn their world to the ground."”