“If you sign it now,” she murmured, “we won’t pursue the clause that penalizes irresponsible heirs.”
Irresponsible heirs.
The phrase scraped against my ribs.
It sounded like something they’d been practicing for years, waiting for a moment to use it.
Brooke leaned forward, delighted. “Honestly, Lyss, you should be grateful,” she said. “You’re terrible with money. You blew twenty million in what, one weekend?”
The lie Simon had instructed me to tell—lost it all, bad investments, gone—had worked perfectly. They believed it because they wanted to believe it. Because the idea of me falling appealed to something rotten in them.
Then Brooke did something that would’ve destroyed me a year ago.
She lifted her phone and started recording.
Her smile widened. “Look at her,” she announced loudly, angling the camera toward my face. “The millionaire who lost it all. Dad, send it to the family group.”
Everyone laughed. My mother’s laughter was quick and nervous, like she wasn’t sure how far to go. My father’s was silent, but the corner of his mouth twitched with satisfaction.
And I just stood there, holding the revocation papers, listening to the sound of my family enjoying my humiliation like it was dessert.
The front door clicked.
The laughter died so fast it felt like someone had pressed mute.
Simon walked in.
He didn’t look at anyone at first. Crisp suit, leather briefcase, expression carved from stone. He moved with the kind of calm that comes from knowing exactly what you’re carrying.
My father stiffened. My mother froze mid-smile. Brooke’s phone dipped an inch, uncertainty cracking her smugness.
Simon set his briefcase down on the coffee table with a soft thud that sounded louder than it should’ve.
“Good morning,” he said politely. “I see you’ve already started without me.”
My mother’s voice wobbled. “Why… why are you here?”
Simon didn’t answer her directly. He looked at me, his eyes steady. “Alyssa didn’t lose twenty million,” he said calmly. “She followed my legal instruction to reveal the truth about this family’s intentions.”
The room filled with silence so thick it felt physical.
My father’s jaw tightened. “What are you talking about?”
