Vivienne had built her fortune from nothing—real estate, private investments, a foundation that quietly funded hospitals and schools. She never married. Never had children.
But she never forgot me.
“Speak to my nephew like that again,” she said calmly, “and you’ll regret it.”
He laughed afterward.
But it wasn’t a confident laugh.
It was fear.
So when she died, the entire family arrived dressed in black and ambition. The hugs were rehearsed. The tears, selective.Family games
My father gripped my arm as we sat in the front row.
“Stay quiet,” he murmured. “Let the lawyer handle it.”
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