Melinda’s POV
The envelope was black.
No return address. No stamp. No name.
Just delivered by hand, tucked under the front gate camera, timed to arrive the same day James filed his petition for an emergency vote to remove Marcus from the O’Connor family board.
Carrie would’ve caught it.
But she wasn’t here anymore.
So I was the one who picked it up.
And from the moment I touched it, I knew—
Whatever was inside would change everything.
I didn’t open it in the house.
Didn’t want to risk the twins seeing anything they shouldn’t.
I took it to my office instead, shut the door, and pulled the envelope apart with careful fingers.
Inside was a single sheet of parchment-thick paper and a clean, serif font that made it look more like an invitation than a warning.
Ms. Holt,
You are bein
