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…
Vanessa was looking at me with a hatred so pure, so absolute, it was almost beautiful.
“You think you’ve won?” Vanessa whispered, her voice a jagged shard of glass. “You’ll be alone in this big, empty house. No one will love you. No one will ever come here. You’ll die in this house just like Dad did, surrounded by nothing but paper and ink.”
