The Royalty Trap: How I Beat My Killer Brother

nd old neighbors. Our Aunt Karen showed up, dressed in b

e cornered me by the

ery generous of you to let him have them. But that house... a young man like you shouldn't have to de

over me. I was too grieving and stres

and firm. "In the last five years,

off guard. "Well,

. But now that he's gone, you're here to 'help' with his assets

Dad' s old friends were watc

elp," she muttered, the

s face. He probably thought I was being an idiot, fighting with o

?" he asked. "You've changed. Ge

ght in the eye. "Maybe I'm just ti

He saw something different in me.

ound casual. "Good luck with the

o some cousins about hi

the stress of the discovery, the money, and Derek' s jealousy wrecked my heal

took a long hot shower, and slept for ten hours. I was

, I got a call.

m?" a gruff

is

your father's property. You owe my employer six

just like befor

e talking about," I said

wled. "Your old man took out a loan. W

hun

ay at the public library, researching property law and foren

swered from the middle of a muddy field, a shovel

wanted to give you an update. Remember Dad's old sto

just pulled from the ground. He pried it open. Inside,

emo t

e gloated. "This is going to be worth millio

k," I said, my voice f

umphant, ugly sou

He was fast, I'll give him that. But he was