Chapter 18 - The Letter From A Shadow Patron
I picked up the heavy parchment letter, unfolding the crisp paper to reveal an elegant, precise handwriting written in dark black ink.
“Dear Madeline,” the letter began, my eyes reading the sharp, commanding words with intense concentration.
“I watched your corporate victory from afar when you dismantled Bradley Mercer’s fraudulent life in Chicago six months ago.”
“You possess the rare, unyielding iron spirit that my family has been searching for across three generations.”
“Your late biological father, whom you believed was a simple Midwestern mechanic, was actually Thomas Vancewood—the primary heir to our European shipping dynasty.”
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My heart stopped for a fraction of a second, my eyes widening as the impossible words burned into my memory.
My mother had told me my father died in a factory accident when I was two years old, leaving us with nothing but a small insurance policy.
