Vivenne's Pov
The morning light filtered through the penthouse windows as I reviewed the final court papers with Iris on a secure video call. Three days of quiet from Margaret’s side had ended last night with a failed attempt to tamper with a witness. Roman stood behind me, one hand on my shoulder, reading along silently.
“Iris, is Nathaniel fully protected?” I asked.
“He is,” she replied, composed as ever. “Your father’s testimony is locked in. Margaret’s formal charges hit this morning. The judge won’t delay anymore. The hearing is tomorrow.”
Roman’s grip tightened slightly. “Good. Double security on everyone involved. No gaps.”
We ended the call. I turned to face him. “Tomorrow it ends. Or starts fresh. The inheritance, the contract, everything public.”
He pulled me up from the
