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…

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“I’m a forensic accountant, Daniel,” I interrupted, standing up slowly, ignoring the spike of pain in my arm. I reached up and unbuckled the neck brace, letting it fall to the mahogany table with a heavy, final thud. “And you’re a very, very sloppy thief.”

Chapter 4: The Audit of Souls
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