He had hidden assets, set up fake shell companies, and tried to paint me as mentally unstable.

All of it was so he could divorce me, marry Courtney, and present his traditional family board with a new heir.

The Harlan family board was led by Uncle Arthur.

Arthur was eighty-two years old, deeply religious, and fiercely traditional.

He believed in the purity of the family bloodline above all else.

He had only allowed Jared to take control of Harlan Media on the condition that Jared maintain a respectable family legacy.

If Arthur found out that Jared’s new heir belonged to the son of their biggest competitor, Jared would be stripped of his title.

The family trust would dissolve his shares.

He would be left with nothing.

I carefully placed the documents back into the cream envelope.

I slid the envelope into my leather briefcase on the passenger seat.

I started the engine and drove toward the Harlan Media building downtown.

The city skyline was dark grey against the stormy clouds.

The giant digital billboard on top of the Harlan tower showed an advertisement for their newest streaming service.