After Daniel’s funeral, Serena walked through the reception hall like she belonged there. She stood beside his portrait with champagne in her hand while mourners whispered behind her back. Victor hovered nearby, nervous, while Marjorie avoided looking directly at me.

Then Serena’s lawyer handed me a folder. Inside were fake letters, forged signatures, and claims that Serena had been Daniel’s secret lover for years. She demanded half his private assets in exchange for her silence.

Serena expected tears. She expected humiliation. Instead, I calmly closed the folder and looked her in the eye. “You have until tomorrow morning to withdraw your threat,” I said quietly.

She laughed in my face. But what Serena didn’t know was that two months before Daniel died, he had warned me his own family might betray him. And he had already left me everything I needed to destroy them-