The morning before my sister wedding, our driver suddenly quietly said, “Lie down on the back seat and cover yourself with a blanket. You need to hear this.” I refused, but he insisted, “Trust me.” Half an hour later, I heard takeo…

My fingers fumbled for my phone. I opened the voice recorder without thinking and pressed it against my chest.

Daniel sighed. “I just don’t want a scene.”

“There won’t be,” Thomas said. “The notary’s arriving at the suite. We file it Monday. By the time she realizes what she signed, the voting shares are already reassigned.”

Voting shares.

The family company. The one Grandpa left under my trusteeship because I was the only one who had bothered to learn how it worked.

Daniel lowered his voice. “And after that, the trust moves to Emily?”

“For now,” my father said. “We transfer Naomi’s authority to Emily. Karen and I ‘assist’ with oversight until the baby comes. Naomi’s out.”

My lungs burned under the blanket.

Daniel gave a quiet hum of approval. “Emily thinks Naomi’s been acting suspicious.”

“She’s always been jealous,” Thomas muttered. “The business belongs to the people who show up.”

The SUV slowed into the resort entrance.

“We’re here,” Marcus said evenly.

“Good,” my father replied. “Straight to the bridal suite.”

The vehicle stopped. Marcus stepped out, walked around the back as if checking something, and opened my door just slightly.

“Now,” he whispered.