Chapter 18
I accepted the worn leather book, noticing a faded gold crest stamped onto the front cover.
It wasn't Grant’s handwriting inside; the delicate script belonged to my mother, who had died ten years ago.
I opened the first page, my eyes scanning the yellowed paper covered in tight, precise ink lines.
“If you are reading this, Nora, it means my husband’s secret empire has finally come to light.”
My heart stopped in my chest as I realized the journal was written by my mother before her passing.
“Harrison BioTech was never a pharmaceutical company, my darling girl.”
“It was a front created by your father to hide the ancient European land titles owned by our true family lineage.”
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“Grant was not the person who found you by accident; he was sent by the Syndicate in London to secure the bloodline equity.”
I stared at the pages, my hands beginning to tremble as the massive foundation of my life shifted once again.
