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I stepped into my father’s luxury hotel gala in full military dress uniform, only for my stepmother to point her finger and snap, ‘Security, throw her out.’ My father just stood there, holding his champagne, without saying a word to protect me. But by midnight, after a single call to my lawyer, the hotel, the very land it sits on, and $24 million were legally back in my hands—and the woman who tried to humiliate me was outside my apartment, desperately pounding on the door.

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I sat down.

“Elliot asked if I was sure.”

“And?”

“I was.”

My father nodded.

Celeste looked at me.

“You can’t run the Meridian. You’ve been away too long.”

“I served overseas. I didn’t forget how to manage a business.”

“This isn’t just an inheritance.”

“No. It’s a responsibility my mother protected because she knew people mistake kindness for weakness.”

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