The silence in the conference room was absolute, broken only by the low hum of the ventilation system. Linsy stared at Hanuel, his words—the only living heir to my family’s stolen company—echoing in the sudden, yawning hollow of her mind. The child. Her child. Michael’s child.

“What are you talking about?” Her voice was a thin whisper, all her composure shattered.

Hanuel’s gaze was pitying and sharp. “The Helwart fortune. The company Michael’s father built. It was built on ...