After a trusted employee's daughter orchestrates a scheme to seize her family's estate, a powerful protagonist must fight to reclaim their stolen legacy. The struggle for control over a vast mansion leads to a bitter battle of wits and retribution.
My maid changed the locks on my own mansion. I'd been gone for three weeks. When I came home, my fingerprints were gone. Then I saw the note.
My name. On my door. That's when I knew this wasn't an accident. Miss Eleanor?
Explain. Mom, who's at the door? That was Brendan's daughter. I'd paid her college tuition for four years.
I thought I was helping her. Can't you read? Stop showing up at my house. She called it her house. If you're homeless, find a shelter.
There was one small problem. She was standing inside my house. She doesn't know I work for you. That should have been the moment Brendan corrected her.
Please don't embarrass her. But instead... You still have the family estate outside the city. Let Krista stay here on weekends.
I paid Brendan well for 12 years. I paid her daughter's tuition, I let them stay in my home, and somehow, she decided I was the guest. Finally, I could have argued, but arguing with thieves is a waste of time. Hi, I need to report an unlawful occupant. They're inside my house, and they had no idea what was