It’s time.
Dad’s handwriting blazed off the cream cardstock, sharp and unyielding, hitting me like a raw shot of adrenaline straight to the chest. For ten long, silent seconds, I froze in the mansion foyer, the paper trembling faintly in my grip. Mara stood poised nearby, hands folded neatly, her quiet gaze laced with unspoken curiosity.
“Mrs. Wolfhart? Are you quite all right?”
I lifted my head, masking the storm brewing inside with a calm, practiced smile. “Perfect. Never better.”
The next three days dissolved into controlled, brutal chaos.
This Stone & Legacy revival was never just a brand relaunch. It was my declaration—my fight to resurrect my family’s shattered legacy, to strike back at every vulture that had picked our business clean when the Stones fell from grace. No more pas
