I opened it. The first page read: The Last Will and Testament of Robert Vance – Private Edition.
Attached to the front was a handwritten note in my father’s shaky script.
Julian,
If you are reading this, she betrayed you. I knew she would. Victoria is a vulture, and I was too weak to divorce her without losing the company to a public scandal.
But I can ensure she doesn’t keep it.
She has the house. She has the liquid assets. She has the cars. Let her have them. They are traps. She will spend, and she will burn, because she does not know how to build.
Your real inheritance is in this binder. It is a trust fund held in a shell company in the Caymans. It activates only after ten years, or upon proof that you have built a net worth of one million dollars on your own.
This is the capital to rebuild the empire. But first, you must learn to be a king, not a prince.
Patience is your weapon. Wait for her to rot.
Love, Dad.
I stared at the letter. Ten years.
He wanted me to wait ten years while she lived in my house and spent my money?
Rage flared in my chest, hot and blinding. But as I read the rest of the binder—the detailed portfolio of hidden assets, the strategic analysis of his own company’s weaknesses—the rage cooled into something sharper. Something useful.
He was right. If I sued her now, with her high-priced lawyers and my empty pockets, I would lose. I needed leverage. I needed power.
I closed the box and locked it. I didn’t take anything out.
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