Chapter 3: A Secret the Patriarch Never Told
The sound of a cane striking hardwood echoed from the hallway.
Once.
Twice.
Then the enormous doors opened again.
Everyone froze.
An elderly man entered slowly.
Arthur Sinclair.
Founder of the Sinclair empire.
The man every executive feared.
His eyes landed on Emily first.
Then Adrian.
Finally...
His daughter.
The older blonde woman lowered her head.
"Father..."
Arthur didn't answer.
Instead, he walked to Emily's wheelchair.
His weathered hands gently rested on hers.
"I'm sorry."
Emily blinked.
"For what?"
"For believing my own daughter instead of you."
The room fell silent.
Arthur reached into his coat pocket and produced a sealed envelope.
Inside was his newest will.
Every director in Sinclair Holdings already knew its contents.
No one else did.
Arthur handed it to Adrian.
"If anything ever happened to Emily..."
"Every Sinclair asset would immediately transfer to her."
The older woman's face turned white.
Emily wasn't marrying into wealth.
She already controlled it.
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Everything her daughter had tried to steal...
Already belonged to Emily.
