cca'

r how my mother buried my father quickly after his death in 2009. And

and returned to Mandena,

l I had left. As we settled into the sitting room, one of the housekeepers turned on the TV. And

a queen. She was smiling, completely unaware of the destruction they'd caused in

hatred-a deep, burning hatred for the man who had tried to kill me and who, in a way, ha

dressed in a crisp white suit. "Ma'am, someone is h

is was about. Natasha smirked as

r in,"

ack into a neat ponytail. A pair of glasses perched perfectly on her nose, and in her hand was a bri

mily's lawyer. Before Mrs. Becky Harrington passed, she wrote a will. In it, she transferred all her possessions to you, her h

spot on the page. I glanced down and read the words

ongratulations, Ma'am. You are now the president of the Val

am," she said befo

*

he first time in years. We had already decided that Natasha would be m

ened. My mother's death. Gabriel's betrayal. The crash that nearly ended my life. And now, here I wa

president of the company g

lomerate, is now the president of the company," he announced to the boa

ooks, the vice president, and the person who ha

erations to you for now. I have some personal matt

always worked closely with my mothe

Natasha. We both smirked, sharing the same unsp

hings in the field, Natasha would work behind the scenes. She was an expert in cybersecurity, having

*

nsion. She worked on her laptop, pulling up data and tracking every move G

gleaming as she spun the laptop towards me. There,

ng," I whispered, feeling

ed, and there was