The True Legacy
There was no satisfaction on her face, only a deep, heavy sadness.
Meanwhile, the Bourns thrived with the wealth they had stolen from my father.
That burning hatred was what brought me back. I was reborn on the day they forced me to sign that cursed agreement.
"Fine," I said, my voice steady. "I'll sign."
I picked up the pen and signed my name, Marshall Bourn. My handwriting was calm and firm.
The three of them froze, staring at me in disbelief. They probably thought I would argue, or maybe break down in tears.
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