My brother’s future in-laws looked me up and down at the rehearsal dinner like I didn’t belong there. Then they started bragging about their powerful family name. What they didn’t know was that the estate beneath their feet belonged to me. And one more insult was about to cost them everything…

with screaming or shattered glasses, but with a quiet divide that carried more weight than noise ever could. Owen brought our mother outside to the terrace for fresh air. Grace followed them, leaving her parents sitting beneath a chandelier that suddenly no longer seemed impressive enough for them.

Later that evening, Grace found me in the library.

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