Chapter 7: Served

A man in a dark suit stood there holding a thick envelope.

“Harper Sterling? You’ve been served.”

I tore it open as he walked away.

It wasn’t about the house sale.

Eleanor had filed a petition to freeze my personal bank accounts, claiming I had been stealing from the estate.

She was not only trying to take the house.

She was trying to cut off my money before I could fight back.

The war had not just begun.

It had escalated.

I spent the rest of the morning in my father’s study, surrounded by the smell of cedar, leather, and old paper.

I pushed the bank account issue aside for the moment because Benjamin would handle it.

Instead, I sorted through old photographs and tried to keep my hands steady.

Eleanor had married my father five years earlier, when I was twenty-four.

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