Chapter 3: The Forgotten Heir
The silence was now a physical weight. The attorney turned the envelope over. There was no family name on it. There was no address for the manor.
"This wasn't written for the family," Arthur said, his voice steadying the room. "It was addressed to the one person who never received it. The person Julian Sterling spent his final years trying to find, while this family told him she was dead."
Every eye in the room shifted toward the doorway.
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Standing in the entrance, rain-drenched and holding a simple canvas bag, stood a woman who looked exactly like the portrait of Julian’s first love—the one the family had scrubbed from history books decades ago. She was the woman who had been cast out, disinherited, and told that Julian had forgotten her, all so Eleanor could step into the Sterling fortune.
The woman didn't move. She didn't know why she had come. She had only received a strange, anonymous postcard three days ago, asking her to be at this address at this time.
