I walked toward the center of the parlor, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the oriental rug.

“I am the sole executor of grandmother’s estate,” I said.

“And as the rightful heir of Blackthorn Ridge, I am officially rejecting your offer.”

Whispers erupted instantly among the local landowners and board members.

Celeste’s glass clinked sharply against her saucer.

“Clara, don’t be ridiculous,” Graham said, stepping forward, his smile faltering.

“This is a multi-million-dollar acquisition that benefits the entire county.”

“It benefits your shell company, Graham,” I said.

“And whatever secret development you’ve planned with Celeste.”

Marisol Keene raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair with a faint, amused smile.

“Is this true, Graham?” Marisol asked, her voice smooth and dangerous.

“You assured me your sister was on board with the transfer.”

“She is simply emotional,” Celeste chimed in, her face flushed with anger.

“She doesn’t understand the financial reality of maintaining the Ridge.”

“I understand it perfectly,” I said, looking directly at Marisol.

“And the land is not for sale.”

Graham stepped into my space, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.