"What do you mean?"
"Your mother, Jules. She wasn't just some ordinary woman your father married." Zoe's eyes blazed with intensity. "She was the only daughter of the richest businessman in the territory. Old money. Real money. The kind of fortune that makes packs go to war."
I stared at her. "That's impossible. My father always said we were struggling. That money was tight."
"He lied." Zoe opened the folder, spreading papers across the bed. "Your grandfather didn't trust your father. He knew exactly what kind of man his daughter was marrying. So before the wedding, he set up a massive inheritance in your mother's name. Protected it legally so no one could touch it but her."
"But she died when I was born."
"Exactly. And her inheritance was supposed to pass to her children." Zoe pulled
