Elara sat in silence, staring at the letter again.
Her name. His signature. The words "my only legal heir."
It felt like a cruel joke.
She'd grown up counting coins just to buy dinner. Now, out of nowhere, she was supposed to believe a billionaire—a complete stranger—had named her his heir?
Her hands trembled as she opened her browser and typed in: Kingsley & Moore Law Firm, Lagos.
It existed. The same one printed on the back of the letter.
Two days later, she stood in their marble lobby. A woman in a navy skirt suit approached with a clipboard and a fake smile.
"Elara Rivers?"
"Yes."
"Follow me."
She was led into a sleek boardroom. A man in a charcoal-gray suit stood as she entered.
"I'm Mr. Kingsley. I was your father's legal advisor," he said, gesturing to a seat. "We've been expecting you."
Her heart slammed. Her father. The word felt foreign on her tongue.
Kingsley placed a thick envelope on the table. "Inside is a document that proves your identity, your inheritance... and the clause that will make claiming it very difficult."
Elara's eyes narrowed. "Clause?"
Before he could answer, the boardroom door swung open.
A tall woman in heels and pearls stepped in, eyes like daggers.
"I knew you'd crawl out of the gutter the moment he died."
Elara blinked. "And you are?"
The woman smirked. "I'm the woman who should have been the heir. His wife."
A rival appears — his wife. Elara's not only unprepared for wealth, but for war.