Victoria
The following morning dawned with a peculiar mixture of anxiety and anticipation swirling in my stomach. As Leo drove us to my father's attorney's office in downtown, his hand rested possessively on my thigh, a silent comfort that helped calm my racing heart.
"Nervous, little wolf?" he asked, those penetrating hazel eyes briefly leaving the road to study my face.
"A bit," I admitted, fidgeting with the hem of my dress. "I've never been allowed to know what's in my father's trust. Enzo always kept me away from anything involving my inheritance."
Leo's jaw tightened at the mention of my brother. "Not surprising. Your brother has been manipulating you since your father passed." His fingers squeezed my thigh reassuringly. "But that ends today."
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