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My father d:ie, and before his funeral was even over, my husband took control of 60% of my father’s $3 billion company and threw me out of the house, saying, “Without your father, you’re nobody.” I didn’t argue. I called the family lawyer and opened the sealed envelope my father had left behind… then I heard a voice that couldn’t possibly still be alive. PART 1 “Your father has been d:ea for less than twenty-four hours, and you’ve already signed away his company to me. It’s a shame you never learned to read before trusting your husband.” Gavin Barrett tossed the folder onto the marble table in our family home in Highland Hills. I was still dressed in black. The flowers from my father Ross Albright’s funeral still filled the house with that heavy scent that becomes impossible to ignore when grief won’t let you breathe. For three days, Gavin had played the perfect husband. He accepted condolences, embraced the executives of Summit Enterprises, and promised everyone he would protect my father’s legacy. But that night, there wasn’t a trace of kindness left in his eyes. Beside him, my mother-in-law, Celina, had already changed out of mourning clothes. She was wearing a red dress, the pearl necklace I had given her for Christmas, and a smile she made no effort to hide. “The company is bankrupt,” Gavin said. “Your father left billions of dollars in debt. If you don’t transfer your sixty percent of the shares, the banks will tear the entire company apart.” I opened the folder. My signature was on the last page. Then I remembered a night two weeks earlier. I had been running a high fever when Gavin came home carrying what he called “urgent bank paperwork.” He held my hand, made me tea, and pointed to where I needed to sign. They weren’t bank documents. They were divorce papers and the complete transfer of my shares. “You tricked me.” “I simply made a decision for you that you never would have had the courage to make yourself.” I stood up, shaking. “My father hired you when you were nothing more than an analyst with no connections. He made you an executive, welcomed you into his home, and treated you like a son.” Gavin let out a bitter laugh. “He treated me like a servant. I had to put up with his spoiled daughter for four years to get where I am today. Stupidity can be a d:ea sentence too, Naomi.” I s:lappe him. Celina lunged at me, yanked my hair, and s:lamm me into the corner of a table. Gavin didn’t stop her. Instead, he called security. “Throw her out,” he ordered. “No phone, no credit cards, no suitcase. This house doesn’t belong to her anymore.” “My father bought this house!” “Your father is d:ea.” Two security guards dragged me across the foyer while Celina shouted that I wasn’t even capable of running a kitchen. Outside, a storm swept across Oakville. They left me barefoot outside the front gate, soaked to the skin and bleeding from a cut on my forehead. From the balcony, Gavin raised a glass. “Let’s see how long a princess survives without money.” The iron gates closed behind me. I walked through the rain with nowhere to go until one realization hit me harder than the cold. Gavin had prepared those documents before my father’s accident. And if he had planned the theft before my father d:ie, maybe he had also planned the d:ea itself. I wiped the bl00d from my lip and looked back one last time at the house they had taken from me. “Enjoy tonight,” I whispered. “Because you still have no idea who you’ve just awakened.” What happened next was so impossible that even I never could have imagined it. (I know you’re all very curious about the next part, so if you want to read more, please leave a “YES” comment below!) See less.

“Your father has been dead for less than twenty-four hours and you have already signed to give me his company.

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