Bianca’s POV

The black card sat in my palm, as I helplessly fixed my gaze on it.

This card could change everything for me..

All the millions and millions in it… it was all mine.

I slowly traced my finger along the card, still a little shocked it was mine.

My father. Even in his death, he was always three steps ahead… always planning, always leaving something behind in case the world decided to turn on his little girl.

A tear threatened to slip down my eye ...