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Chapter 88: What I Could Sign
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SiennaI was halfway across the hotel lobby on Friday morning, dragging my suitcase, when a man in a gray raincoat stepped into my path and said my full name."Sienna Hart?"It had been a long night. The funeral flight had been late, and I had slept for an hour in the taxi. I looked at the clipboard in his hand, then at the white envelope he was holding out, and I knew what it was before he spoke."You've been served," he said. "I'm sorry. It's nothing personal."I took it. He nodded and left by the revolving door, and I stood very still while a porter wheeled a luggage trolley around me.---Renata read it standing up in my suite, with the pages fanned in her hand and her coat still on. It took her four minutes. When she finished she folded them once and let out a long breath through her nose."Well," she said. "That is clever.""Tell me.""Two documents. The first is a claim for the division of marital property, filed yesterday afternoon. It says that the brand known as Sienna Morea
He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 89: Box 1147
EliasDamien waited until the lift doors closed on the forty-first floor before he took the envelope out of his jacket."Before you say anything," he said. "Read it in your own time."It was a single sheet, typed, and signed in his small, upright hand. I did not need to read past the first line. Friday morning, eight o'clock, the day after my father's will, and my brother was resigning as chief executive of the Lévi Group."No," I said."You haven't read it.""I know what it says." I handed it back. "I'm chairman as of this morning, and I intend to keep the chief executive I've got.""El. You don't have to be kind about it. You'd have done a better job, and Dad knew it, and I'd rather go now than have the board watch us pretend." He swallowed. "I'll take the lake house. I'll be fine."The lift stopped. The doors opened onto the long glass corridor that led to the boardroom, and I put my hand against the door to hold it."I'm not being kind," I said. "I need you."He stared at me."The
He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 88: What I Could Sign
JulianMonday morning, and Prentiss was already talking before I had sat down in the hospital cafeteria."I'll give you the short answer, Julian, and then the long one. Yes. A deed made for the benefit of a child you believed to be yours, signed on a false statement, can be challenged. A court might void it.""Might.""Almost certainly, if you can prove the fraud. Your mother's own lab report would do it." I could hear him turning pages. "But you would have to state, under oath, in open court, that Marcus is not your son. You would be asking a judge to take away the one thing the child has. And your mother would fight you for every share.""How long?""Months. A year, if she's clever.""She's always clever.""Then we are agreed." He cleared his throat. "Julian, I have to ask. Is this really what you want? The boy is in hospital."I looked across the room. Through the glass doors of the unit, I could see the back of Camille's gray cardigan, bent over a small bed. She had asked me, twic
He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 87: The Girl With the Rings
SiennaI stepped out of Luca's car at the cemetery gate with a black coat over my arm and Mia's paper ring on my finger, still not sure I had been right to come.I had seen Mia on Wednesday afternoon, for fifty minutes in the yellow-door room, with Mrs. Dunmore knitting in the corner. I told her I would be away one day for a funeral. She asked if the man had been nice. I said yes. She thought about it and said, "Then you should go." I flew that night.Thursday was gray and cold. The chapel at the end of the gravel path was small and plain, and it was full. I stopped at the back, uncertain, until Elias turned his head at the front and saw me.He did not wave. He only looked. Then he moved half a step along the pew, and Damien, beside him, moved too.I walked the whole length of the aisle.---The service was short. A man who had known Elias's father forty years spoke about his stubbornness and his honest dealing. Mrs. Roux read a poem in a voice that barely shook. Elias did not speak.
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EliasThe nurse came for me at ten to four, and I was already on my feet.I had not slept. Sienna had left for the airport at noon the day before, with her bag over her shoulder and her face set, and after that I had sat in the chair beside my father's bed and watched the pattern of his breathing change. It had been steady and shallow. Now it came in long pauses, each one longer than the last, and after each pause I forgot to breathe myself."Mr. Lévi." She spoke softly. "I think you should call your brother.""Is it tonight?""I think it's now."I took out my phone. It rang once."What?" Damien's voice was thick with sleep, then sharp. "Is it Dad?""Come.""I'm already in the car."He was at Linden House in nineteen minutes, which should not have been possible, and he came down the corridor in a wool coat over pajama trousers, with his hair standing up and a face I had not seen on him since we were boys.He stopped in the doorway of the room."Is he...""Not yet."Damien nodded. He c
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JulianDr. Reeve shut the door of the little consulting room and asked me to sit, and I knew from the way he did it that I wasn't going to like the chair.It was Sunday evening. Marcus had been in the pediatric unit for two days, on a drip and a monitor, flushed and sleeping. Camille had not left his side. My mother had come and gone twice, each time with a different excuse and the same cream coat."I'll be direct," said Dr. Reeve. "The parental comparison is back. For a transplant match, the lab checks sixteen markers. A parent and child share half of them, always. It's the first thing we look at.""And?""Mr. Hart, you and Marcus share none."I waited for the rest of the sentence. There wasn't one."That's a mistake," I said. "The sample was mixed up.""We ran it twice. We ran Ms. Reyes's alongside, and she matches him exactly as a mother should. The lab is certain." He folded his hands. "I'm sorry. I would rather you heard it from me than from a form. Biologically, you are not Marc
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