Celeste laughed. It was a hollow, cracking sound. “He died still writing melodrama.”
Leo’s face went white. The tenant was his own daughter, Maya—a girl Arthur had refused to acknowledge because she was born out of wedlock. Leo had raised her in secret, and she now lived in the carriage house rent-free, studying botany at the local college. Evicting her meant losing the only person who still spoke to him without pity.
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Vivien’s mask cracked. “I wanted to protect this family.”
Vivien stood. “There is no Samuel.”
He answered on the third ring, his voice warm with surprise. Behind him, she could hear Priya laughing, a child counting in Tamil, the clatter of a real life.
“And to my son Samuel—”
Harold adjusted his glasses. “There is a codicil, Mrs. Merrick, signed six months before your husband’s death. It leaves Samuel the family’s shares in the Merrick Trust—controlling interest, in fact—provided he divorces his wife and returns to the faith.”