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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