Chapter 8 – A Dangerous Inheritance
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The next morning arrived too quietly, as if the city itself had paused to give Amelia space to breathe. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Liam’s words from the night before echoing through her skull.
"Our mother never wanted you in this family."
The very idea that a woman she'd never met had orchestrated her entrapment into a cold marriage, all for control, made her sick.
But worse was Liam’s admission.
“I married you to protect you.”
As if she was some porcelain doll too fragile to face the truth.
She sat up abruptly, anger pulsing just beneath her skin. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe Liam cared—she knew he did, in his own twisted way. But secrets layered upon secrets had built a wall so high, she couldn’t tell which parts of their marriage were real anymore.
And now, Aiden’s confession haunted her just as much.
He’d said he fell for her.
Whether that was another game or not, Amelia didn’t know.
But one thing was clear: she was done being in the dark.
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Amelia stepped into Liam’s home office around noon. He was seated behind the mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed to his ear. His brows were furrowed, voice low but stern.
"I don’t care if she’s threatening legal action. Keep her off the board until I say otherwise."
A pause.
"Yes. And tell security to upgrade the access codes. If my mother wants war, she’ll get it."
He hung up and finally looked at her.
"You’re up early," he said.
"You’re planning a corporate coup," she countered.
He stood slowly. "I’m protecting what’s mine."
She folded her arms. "Am I part of that now? Something to protect? Or still just a liability?"
He walked around the desk and stopped in front of her. "You’ve never been a liability. But yes—you’re mine to protect."
She searched his eyes. "Then stop shielding me like I’m helpless. I want to understand everything. Your family. Your business. Your enemies. I want to be in this with you—not behind you."
His jaw clenched, but then he nodded. "Alright. You’ll have full access."
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Later that day, Amelia found herself inside the restricted east wing of the penthouse, escorted by Liam’s assistant, Claire.
"I don’t think anyone’s been in here since… well, since Elena," Claire said quietly.
Amelia’s steps slowed.
Elena.
She opened the door and stepped inside. Dust lined the furniture, but everything remained preserved—like a shrine. A rocking chair sat by the window. A soft blue baby blanket was folded on the edge of the crib. On the far wall, an unfinished mural of stars and clouds.
The room smelled like lavender and memory.
Claire stood awkwardly. "Do you need anything else, Mrs. Blackwood?"
Amelia turned. "No. Thank you. I’ll be fine."
When the door closed behind her, Amelia approached the rocking chair and gently sat down. It creaked under her weight.
She imagined Elena sitting there. Pregnant. Hopeful. Painting futures that never came true.
She ran her hand across the carved wooden arms of the chair, her throat tightening.
For a moment, Amelia grieved. For Elena. For the child that was lost. For the love that Liam had buried so deep, she feared he might never love again.
And then she grieved for herself—because she knew she was falling. Hard.
And if Liam couldn’t let go of his past, she might never have a future with him.
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That night, Amelia sat beside Liam on the couch, a fire crackling in front of them. He handed her a glass of wine.
"There’s a board meeting tomorrow," he said. "My mother is trying to force a vote to strip me of controlling shares."
"Can she do that?"
"Only if she gets the majority of votes. Which is why I need every ally I can get."
"And what can I do?"
"Be present. Let them see you. My wife. The face of the company’s future."
She nodded slowly. "Alright. I’m with you."
Liam studied her. "You mean that? Even after everything?"
"Yes. But I need one promise."
He leaned closer. "Anything."
"No more lies. No more hiding. Not from me."
He took her hand and kissed it. "No more lies."
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The board meeting took place in a towering glass building downtown. Liam walked in first, every inch the powerful CEO. Amelia followed, dressed in a sleek white pantsuit that made her look like she belonged on magazine covers.
Whispers filled the air as they entered the boardroom.
Veronica was there too, seated beside Evelyn Blackwood—Liam’s mother.
Evelyn was regal and terrifying. Her silver-blonde hair was pulled back tightly, eyes sharp as steel.
"We’re here to discuss succession," she began coolly. "The future of Blackwood Holdings."
"There is no succession crisis," Liam replied. "I’m still in charge."
Evelyn smiled tightly. "Not if the board votes otherwise."
Gasps spread across the room.
Amelia didn’t flinch. She stood and spoke clearly. "Blackwood Holdings isn’t just a business—it’s a legacy. One built on power, yes, but also on vision. And Liam has more of that than anyone in this room."
Some nodded.
Others whispered.
But the tide was shifting.
Amelia saw it.
And so did Evelyn.
She narrowed her eyes. "You’re louder than I expected."
"I’m stronger than you assumed," Amelia replied.
The vote commenced.
One by one, names were called.
Liam: yes.
Evelyn: no.
Veronica: abstained.
By the end, the numbers were in Liam’s favor.
He retained control.
Amelia felt his hand slip into hers beneath the table.
Victory.
But it was short-lived.
As they left the building, a sleek black car pulled up. The driver handed Liam a sealed envelope.
He opened it, brows furrowing.
"What is it?" Amelia asked.
He handed it to her.
Inside was a single sentence typed in bold:
> The past is never buried. Ask Aiden what really happened to Elena.
Amelia’s blood ran cold.
She looked up at Liam.
He was already calling his brother.
No answer.
Just voicemail.
The shadows were returning. And this time, they weren’t waiting at the door.
They were already inside.
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