The Cost of Erasing the Mother of His Only Heir

The metal interior was bright and empty.

“Vivian?” Grace asked, stepping inside.

“Are you coming?”

I looked back down the long corridor.

The shadow of Celeste’s figure was disappearing around the corner toward the side exit.

The screen of my phone lit up again.

“Vivian?” Grace asked, stepping inside. “Are you coming?”

I looked back down the long corridor.

The shadow of Celeste’s figure was disappearing around the corner toward the side exit.

The screen of my phone lit up again.

*He is going to empty the offshore accounts,* the text read. *He knows his mother is cutting him off. If you want anything for your daughter, you need to move now.*

“Vivian,” Grace repeated, her hand holding the elevator door open.

“We aren’t going down yet,” I said.

I turned the phone screen toward her.

Grace read the glowing words quickly, her sharp eyes darting from the screen to the empty hallway.

“Celeste,” Grace whispered, her legal mind instantly assessing the threat.

“She is heading for the street,” I said. “She wants to meet on 4th.”