Todos los capítulos de The Inheritance Clause: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

POV: Selene CastellanoCatherine had been crying.Selene could see it the moment they walked in. She carried the look of someone who had been doing something privately and had composed herself before the door opened but hadn’t quite finished the composing.She sat across from them at her kitchen table with her hands folded and her back straight with dignity.“Tell us,” Avalon said.“I sent the money,” Catherine said. “To your father’s lawyer. It was eighty thousand dollars from the dormant account.” She looked at Selene. “I knew about the account from the estate audit. I knew it had been overlooked.”“Why?” Selene asked.“Because someone asked me to,” Catherine said.“Who?” Avalon asked.Catherine looked at the table.“Daniel Reyes came to me six weeks ago,” she said. “Before the board removal or any of this was public. He told me he had information about Selene, about her history and her father.” She paused. “He said if I helped him he’d make sure certain things about my own past sta

POV: Avalon PierceBy eight PM the apartment was quiet for the first time in forty eight hours.Elena was asleep, Maya had gone home, Margaret had stopped calling, Kim’s office had issued its final statement for the day and Rachel’s piece had done what Rachel’s pieces did — cut through everything she understood that the true story was always more powerful than the manufactured one.Selene was in the shower.He sat on the kitchen floor.He thought about Susan Park sitting across from Selene in the first symposium talking about infrastructure funding, the way she’d said they fund the program but never what makes the program possible. He’d believed every word. They all had. Because the words were true even if the person saying them was selling everything they said to someone who wanted the foundation destroyed.That was the thing about Daniel Reyes’s strategy. He hadn’t recruited liars. He’d recruited someone whose genuine insight made her useful cover for what she was actually doing.Th

POV: Avalon PierceHe read the messages three times.Selene read them beside him without speaking.The kitchen was very still.We share a father, Mr Pierce.He put the phone down.Picked it up again.Put it down.“Say something,” Selene said.“I don’t have anything yet,” he said.“Okay,” she said.“My father had another son? he asked. “That’s what the message says,” she said.“Daniel Reyes,” he said. “The man who spent fourteen months trying to destroy everything I built. The man who used our daughter. Who blackmailed Catherine. Who paid your father to file a fraudulent claim.” He looked at the phone. “My half brother.”“Allegedly,” Selene said carefully.“He says he has proof,” Avalon said.“People say many things,” she said.“Yes,” he said. “But this—” He stopped.“What?” she asked.“This would explain things,” he said. “Why he was so personal. Why it wasn’t just about money or liability. Why he came at us from every direction simultaneously.” He looked at her. “If Jonathan Pierce

POV: Avalon PierceHe didn’t sleep.He lay in the dark beside Selene and thought about a man in federal custody who shared his father and had spent fourteen months trying to take everything apart and had ended the night apologising for what he’d done to Elena’s name.At four AM he got up, made coffee, and sat at the kitchen counter with his phone, weighing his decision.Should he meet Jonathan Reeves?Those were the options. Well, everything else was just the space between them.Selene appeared at five.She looked at him.“You haven’t decided yet, have you?” she asked.“No,” he said.She made herself a cup of coffee and sat across from him.“Tell me what you’re actually weighing,” she said eventually.“Whether meeting him gives him something he doesn’t deserve,” he said. “Or whether not meeting him gives me something I don’t want.”“Which is,” she said.“A brother I never knew about who I chose to ignore,” he said. “I’ve spent two years learning to stop managing things by not dealing

POV: Selene CastellanoShe let it ring.Four times.Five.Voicemail.She put the phone face down on the counter and stood very still with Avalon’s hands still over hers and the kitchen suddenly a different temperature than it had been thirty seconds ago.“You don’t have to call back,” Avalon said.“I know,” she said.“Tonight or ever,” he said.“I know that too,” she said.She didn’t move.The phone stayed face down.“What do you want to do?” he asked.“I don’t know yet,” she said. “Give me a minute.”He gave her the minute.She spent it looking at the window.At the city outside that didn’t know or care that her father had just called for the first time in years, that he was in Fresno living under a name she didn’t know with a lawsuit funded by a man now in federal custody with a guilty plea entered Monday.“He knows Daniel Reyes is in custody,” she said.“Yes,” Avalon said.“He knows the lawsuit is dead,” she said.“Yes,” he said.“So why call now,” she said.“I don’t know,” he said