Chapter 4: The Unmasking
"Eleanor," Arthur said, turning slowly. "You told the board that Julian had no other issue. You told the state that his first marriage was annulled. You hid the existence of his daughter so you could claim the entire estate as the 'sole legal spouse'."
The widow slumped, her expensive heels clicking on the floor as she lost her balance. She reached for the pedestal for support, but there was nothing there. The guests, once her sycophants, were now staring at her with undisguised disgust.
"The letter," Arthur continued, holding it out to the woman in the doorway, "is the original copy of the 1994 trust. It grants the ownership of the Sterling Mills—the very core of this empire—to Julian’s child. Not to the 'Sterling Foundation,' and certainly not to you."
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The woman stepped into the light, her eyes locking onto the envelope. She walked past the lilies, past the stunned guests, and stood directly in front of the widow. She didn't look at Eleanor with hate. She looked at her with a calm, terrifying pity.
"You spent twenty years living in a house that didn't belong to you," the woman said softly. "And you spent twenty years telling a lie that finally ran out of time."
