To steal my inheritance, my sister and her husband attacked me until I blacked out. My sister sneered, “You should have signed the house over.” As they celebrated, my father’s lawyer handed me a secret letter. I smiled through my pain, because my father had anticipated their greed and written…

labyrinths. I didn’t need to be physically stronger than Daniel. I just needed to be smarter. And in the digital age, a keyboard is more dangerous than a fist.

“Tell them I’ll sign,” I said, my voice raspy, sounding like I had swallowed gravel, but my eyes were clear.

Martin’s eyebrows shot up, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Elena, you have the power continue reading …