GILDED SHE-ALPHA

FATAL INTENTIONS

The sun was setting over the mansion, casting a warm orange glow over the opulent furnishings. Anxin sat in the living room, her eyes fixed on the door as she waited for her uncle's arrival. She had received a message from Mr. Francis earlier that day, requesting a meeting to discuss her father's estate.

As she waited, Anxin's mind was a jumble of emotions. She was still reeling from the news of her father's will, and the fact that her uncle had inherited everything. She felt a sense of betrayal and hurt, wondering why her father had made such a decision.

The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Anxin stood up, smoothing out her dress as she made her way to the door. She opened it to find her uncle standing on the porch, a smug smile spreading across his face.

"Anxin, dear, it's so good to see you," Mr. Francis said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "I hope you're doing well."

Anxin forced a smile onto her face, trying to hide her true feelings. "Uncle Francis, please come in," she said, stepping aside to let him enter.

As they walked into the living room, Anxin couldn't help but notice the way her uncle's eyes scanned the room, taking in the opulent furnishings and expensive artwork. She felt a surge of anger, knowing that he was already planning how to spend her father's money.

"Anxin, dear, I'm sure you're aware that your father left me his entire estate," Mr. Francis said, his voice dripping with smugness. "I'm afraid that means you'll have to vacate the premises as soon as possible."

Anxin felt like she had been punched in the gut. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I mean that this house, and everything in it, now belongs to me," Mr. Francis replied, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I'm afraid you'll have to find somewhere else to live."

Anxin felt a wave of panic wash over her. Where was she going to go? What was she going to do? She thought about all the memories she had made in this house, all the happy times she had shared with her father.

"I'm not going anywhere," Anxin said, her voice firm. "This is my home, and I'm not leaving."

Mr. Francis raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise crossing his face. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Anxin," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "I'm the one in control now, and you'll do what I say."

Anxin felt a surge of anger at her uncle's words. How dare he try to control her? She was an adult, and she could make her own decisions.

"I'm not afraid of you, Uncle Francis," Anxin said, her voice steady. "I'll fight you every step of the way."

Mr. Francis smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "We'll see about that, Anxin," he said, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I always get what I want, and I always come out on top."

As Anxin looked into her uncle's eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that she was in for the fight of her life.

Anxin's mind was racing with thoughts and emotions. She was angry, hurt, and scared all at once. She didn't know what to do or where to turn.

As she stood there, facing her uncle, Anxin felt a sense of determination wash over her. She was not going to let her uncle push her around. She was going to fight for what was rightfully hers.

"I'll never give up, Uncle Francis," Anxin said, her voice firm. "I'll fight you every step of the way."

Mr. Francis sneered at her, his face twisted in contempt. "You're just a foolish little girl, Anxin," he said. "You don't stand a chance against me."

Anxin felt a surge of anger at her uncle's words. She was not a foolish little girl. She was a strong, capable woman, and she was not going to let her uncle walk all over her.

As the standoff between Anxin and her uncle continued, the tension in the room grew thicker. It was clear that this was just the beginning of a long and bitter fight.

As the standoff between Anxin and her uncle continued, the tension in the room grew thicker. Anxin's heart was racing with anger and determination, while her uncle's face was twisted in contempt.

Just as it seemed like the situation was about to escalate further, the doorbell rang. Anxin's uncle hesitated for a moment before answering it.

"Ah, perfect timing," Mr. Francis said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "My lawyer has arrived."

Anxin's eyes narrowed as she watched her uncle greet the lawyer, a tall, imposing man with a stern expression.

"Anxin, this is Mr. Johnson," Mr. Francis said, his voice dripping with smugness. "He'll be handling the transfer of your father's estate."

Anxin felt a surge of anger at the mention of her father's estate. She knew that her uncle was trying to take everything away from her, and she was determined to stop him.

"I don't think that's necessary," Anxin said, her voice firm. "I'm not going to let you take everything away from me."

Mr. Francis sneered at her, his face twisted in contempt. "You don't have a choice, Anxin," he said. "The will is clear. Everything goes to me."

Anxin's eyes flashed with anger, but she knew she had to keep her cool. She couldn't let her uncle get the better of her.

"I'll see about that," Anxin said, her voice steady. "I'll contest the will and fight for what's rightfully mine."

Mr. Francis laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You'll never win," he said. "I have the best lawyers in the city, and I'll make sure you don't get a penny."

Anxin felt a surge of determination at her uncle's words. She was going to fight for what was rightfully hers, no matter what it took.