NICHOLAS’S POV
Some mornings start quietly,low and misleadingly calm. The kind that makes you think the world will leave you alone.
My phone rang first this morning as I stepped out of the shower.
I almost ignored it, thinking it was another update from the legal department or some meaningless corporate memo.
When I saw the name of my legal head flash across the screen, my chest tightened out of worry.
“Sir,” he started when I answered, his voice taut, urgent.
“We have a development. Vivian’s inheritance claim has been refiled.”
I froze.
The steam from the bathroom clung to my skin, and suddenly I felt cold.
“What did you just say?” My voice came out low, sharper than I intended.
“It’s complicated,” he said, hesitating.
“The claim had been dormant with little information, bu
