Trials Of Love

ner trench coats. The sky seemed to mourn alongside the crowd, a cold gray shroud cloaking Manhat

umbrella. Beneath her tailored black dress and high-collared coat, her body was taut with unspoken grief. She hadn't cried not when she received the call in the middle of the night, no

d on the casket, a sleek, polished oak coffin that looked more like a museum piece than a

PR director, gently squeezed her arm. "You should sit," Sophie

g an inch. She wasn't fine, but she

thers with barely masked calculations. Dominic Roth had been a powerful man beloved by some, feared by many. And now, with his s

any access card her father had given her just weeks ago his last gift, as if he knew this day would come sooner than expected. She had resisted usin

re already snapping, the tabloids probably crafting headlines like "Heiress

e interrupted

reception," Sophie said again

nod. "Let them see

every step toward the waiting cars, she felt the weight of her inheritance settle over h

the strange sensation gnawing at her chest. Her father's death had been sudden, too sudden. And the

g didn't

neral wasn't the end. It was the beginning