“I am here to discuss the legal status of this house,” I replied calmly as my mother appeared in the foyer and Brielle descended the stairs. Brielle was wrapped in a silk robe and wearing her usual crown of arrogance, but her face turned ghostly white when she saw the legal team behind me.
We sat down in the grand living room, the very place where they had made me feel like an unwanted ghost for two decades. My lawyer opened her briefcase and placed several notarized documents on the marble coffee table for everyone to see.
“This property no longer belongs to the family trust,” my attorney stated with professional coldness. “As of three months ago, the deed has been legally registered to Zenith Systems.”
My father let out a sharp, mocking laugh and insisted that the company didn’t even exist in their world. “It’s my company, Dad,” I said, watching as a brutal silence swallowed the room and my mother looked at me as if she were seeing a stranger.