Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS DARKEST HEIRLOOM : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Vespera’s POV The record didn’t lie. I rubbed my eyes again and again, but the numbers was still there, staring back at me through the faded ink.Forty-two million euros.I traced the harsh, red marked digits at the bottom of the audit report, my thumb scraping against the paper. It wasn’t just a deficit, it was an execution order. Three months ago, the Falkenrath name was known for Munich’s most prestigious luxury estates, large Bavarian manors, restored medieval villas, and glass layer penthouses overlooking the enormous garden. Today, it was as hollow as ever stripped bare by debts I hadn't even known existed until my father’s heart suddenly gave out at his desk.Heart failure, the coroner had declared with a practiced, sympathetic tilt of his head. But hearts don't just fail overnight without a history of illness. And men like my father, obsessive, careful, cautious to a fault don't quietly sign away every asset, property deed, and reserve trust fund to shell companies registere

Vespera’s POV The word echoed in the vast, clinical silence of the penthouse, heavy as an anvil.Murdered.My lungs locked. The gray light filtering through the rain streaked windows seemed to dim, casting long, bruised shadows across the polished concrete floor. My father hadn't died of a failing heart. The suspicion that had been a dark, quiet seed in the back of my brain suddenly burst into terrifying bloom."You’re lying," I rasped, though the certainty in Kasimir’s voice made the words taste like ash on my tongue. "You’re using his death to corner me."Kasimir didn't flinch. He walked slowly back to the dark mahogany desk, his movements infuriatingly calm, and picked up a heavy fountain pen crafted from black resin and silver."I don't need to lie to corner you, Vespera," he said, his gravelly voice cutting through the thick air. "Your family’s ruin was engineered with terrifying precision. The heart failure was induced by a synthetic digitalis compound that leaves no trace in a

Vespera’s POV The iron gates of the Falkenrath estate groaned under the weight of the autumn wind as I pushed them open.Three hours after signing Kasimir’s cold, binding contract in his glass tower in Munich, I stood in the wild courtyard of my childhood home. Rain poured over the falling apart limestone lions flanking the entrance, washing away the last false hopes of the life I used to own.Inside, the grand hall was already dying. Sheets of heavy linen covered the antique furniture like shrouds. Dust danced in the slivers of gray light filtering through the high tall windows. Every shadow seemed to hum with the faint memory of my father’s quick footsteps, the scrape of his fountain pen, the low rumble of his laugh before the debts ate him alive from the inside out.I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back the burning sting behind my eyelids, and marched up the curved oak staircase toward Liesea’s room.She was sitting up in her canopy bed, wrapped in a thick cashmere shawl, her smal