Heather sat quietly at the long polished table, the Ledger of Inheritance open in front of her. The thick book gleamed under the warm office lights, as if mocking the weight of what it held inside.
Everything about the room was cold, professional, and unnervingly quiet—like a trap carefully laid out.
Caius's family members were gathered around, some whispering, some smiling too broadly. Gerald's father sat near the window, his expression was that of pride and content.
Even Adonis stood among them, but his face told a different story. He wasn't smiling, his jaw was tight, and his eyes kept drifting toward her like he wished he could stop her.
He had already tried. He told her not to sign it—that it wasn't worth it. But he didn't understand that Heather didn't have a choice.
