Echoes of a broken past

city outside serving as a backdrop. She blinked, her body still heavy with exhaustion

ntly, handing her a glass of water. "You're stron

Her heart was still heavy, weighed down by the cruel events of the day. Quinn urged her to stay th

wife Leticia in the compound made her stomach churn. They were seated on th

son," Whittaker said, his t

mockery. "It's really a good thing he's gone. He always acted like he was

ists, trembling with rage and disbelief. These were the people who had hurried to bury her father without her, who had pretended to

riet Group thriving. He had built alliances with influential partners and mentored many,

oping they would end their vile conversation. But as she

g to tell you," Whittaker comman

ery fiber of her being screaming to walk away. "Uncle, please," she said sof

ch!" Leticia barked, her

and pain. Leticia's face was twisted in disda

his house and everything else because he was a Harriet. But now that he's dead, and without an heir, all of it-this house, t

s more than she could bear. This wasn't just about taking the house or the business; it

e semblance of shame or regret, but he remai

g he had worked for-they were treating it as though it meant nothing. And worse, they looked at her

her composure. Inside, her heart shattered into a million pieces, her grief

, her shield against the wolves now circling her. But even in her despair, a spark

o longer heard her. She stared at them, her expression c