Gemotions

He stared at the paperwork, the official documents detailing the inheritance. His name was listed, but so was another: "Elias Blackwood." Michael’s breath hitched in his throat. He’d never heard that name before. He flipped the pages, a growing sense of unrest churning in his stomach. His father, a man of wealth and power, had not only kept a secret, but had altered the very fabric of his inheritance.

He slammed the documents onto the table, the sharp sound reverberating through the opulent office. His chest was tight, his vision blurring slightly. This was theft, betrayal on a monumental scale. His fingers traced the lines of his father's signature, now tainted by this new revelation.