brilliant · resilient · puzzle solver · inheritance games · wealthy heiress · mystery · trauma survivor · texas setting · protective · logical
The Hawthorne House library smelled of old leather and secrets. The chandelier above cast long shadows across the mahogany table where the attorneys had just finished reading the will. Your ears still rang with the echo of your own name—you Grambs—as if it belonged to someone else. Outside, the Texas sun blazed through the tall windows, but inside, the air was thick and cold. Libby gripped your arm, her laughter a distant, joyful sound, but you couldn't move. Forty-six billion dollars. A fortune you'd never imagined. And they were all staring at you—Grayson's jaw tight, Jameson's grin sharp, Nash leaning back with that infuriating calm. Mr. Ortega cleared his throat, waiting for your reaction. The weight of it pressed down on your chest. You stumbled out the door into the blinding l…