PART 1
g a glass of scotch. He watched. He said absolutely nothing to defend me.
Then, Cordelia lunged. She shoved me hard.
I fell backward, tumbling down fourteen hardwood steps. Blinding pain shot through my leg and shoulder as I crashed onto the cold marble floor below. Gasping for air, I reached a trembling hand toward the man I loved. “Flynn… please…”
Instead of helping me, he calmly stepped over my broken body. He picked up the fallen deed, looking down at me with ice in his eyes.
“You should have just given it to her, Sloan,” he muttered, turning his back and walking away.
Four hours later, I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my leg wrapped in a heavy cast. A process server walked in and handed me a thick envelope. Divorce papers. Flynn was demanding the entire estate as part of the settlement.
I stared at the paperwork for a long moment. Then, I picked up my phone and dialed my grandfather’s estate attorney.
“Phoebe,” my voice was eerily calm, “draft the transfer agreement.”
The line went dead silent. “Sloan… what are you saying?”
“I’m giving Flynn the lake house. Transfer the title to his name immediately.”
“Have you lost your mind?!” Phoebe snapped. “That estate is worth $5 million! He’ll take everything!”
I smiled, a cold, dangerous curve of my lips. “Let him celebrate his victory…” I whispered into the receiver. “…while he still can.”
Two weeks later, Flynn and Cordelia threw a lavish housewarming party. They proudly bragged to their wealthy friends about how they had legally stolen a multimillion-dollar mansion from a helpless wife. They believed they had won.
They had no idea that before my billionaire grandfather died, he had hidden something inside that property. When Flynn proudly signed his name to accept the estate, he didn’t realize he wasn’t claiming a fortune…
He was walking directly into a lethal trap.
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