Five Years, One Inheritance, and a Perfect Revenge (3 of 3)

I mingled, listened, drifted closer to where William—the Harrington family’s fixer—was speaking in hushed tones with Whitley.

“We can’t delay,” Will hissed. “Finalize this week.”

Whitley looked uneasy. “He’s unstable. If we push too hard—”

“We push.”

They saw me. Smiled like the devils they were.

“Happy birthday, Mrs. Harrington,” Whitley said.

“Fifteen years since you first treated James, wasn’t it?” I replied, voice steady.

He paused—just a beat too long.

The last piece. It was time.

I looked around the room at the empire they thought unbreakable. But they’d built it on secrets. And I held every single one.