Gemotions

The solicitor cleared his throat, the sound grating in the tense atmosphere. “To Charlotte, the family jewels and a controlling interest in the corporation.” Charlotte preened, already imagining the parties and the power.

Across the room, Jasper’s gaze remained fixed on the ornate fireplace, his expression unreadable. His inheritance? A small, rural farm and a dilapidated farmhouse.

He would not be forced to smile and congratulate her. His lips were pursed. He’d show her. He’d make the farm flourish. He'd prove that a simple life had value. He could do it without any help from his sister.