FUTURE HEIRESS

**POV Manuela**

“Mom, I think you should leave,” Fred said, surprising me with the firmness in his voice.

Márcia stared at me, her eyes widening slightly. For a second, it looked like she might snap back, but she changed her mind. When she spoke again, her tone was softer, almost restrained.

“I… just have…”

“Rights?” I cut in before she could finish. “No. You don’t have any rights. Thinking about taking it to court? Go ahead and try. No one is going to force ...