Chapter 120
Megan’s POV
My signature stared back at me but it wasn’t mine.\
It looked close. Familiar. The kind of forgery that only works if no one’s really watching.
It was smoother. Neater. The “g” looped differently. The “M” was too perfect. A forgery well–done, but still fake.”
“Based on handwriting analysis, it’s a fake,” my lawyer said.
“You never signed these. Jane signed it, or someone in her circle. The document passed through her private accounts team. All off–record. No legal trail.“\
I didn’t speak.
The silence between me and my family, explained in ink and lies.
I looked at the scanned copy again.”
They didn’t just steal money.
They stole my right to know who I was supposed to be.”
“Can we fight it?“”
“We’re already preparing the claim. But Megan…” My lawyer leaned forward. “If this goes public, it’ll get ugly. They’ll fight dirty.” “If I took this to court, what exactly are we looking at?”
She flipped through a folder and placed another document in front of me. “A multi–step challenge. We prove the signature’s fraudulent, submit a petition to void the estate override, and request full control over the original terms.”
“And if Jane denies she had anything to do with it?”
“We show how the document was routed through her team. That gives us enough for fraud and concealment.“}
I stared at the paper. “What about Mellan?“}
My lawyer raised an eyebrow. “If she knew and benefited, we can add her too.“”
I exhaled slowly, the weight of it settling in. If I took this to court, it would explode. Press. Headlines. Reputation.
They knew that. That’s why they forged it in the first place. They counted on me staying quiet.
“What will happen if I go through with it now?”
“We build a case. Prove the fraud. And we go after the estate.“”
Simple words.&
But it wasn’t simple.
I nodded once.
Because they forgot who I’d become.[
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-Q
Elijah’s POVE
It was just a coffee shop near my office. I didn’t expect her to be there.”
But there she was, Mellan.
White blazer. Soft curls. Lip gloss that looked way too much like Megan’s.
She smiled when she saw me, like she’d been waiting. “Elijah.”
I stopped walking. “Mellan.”
“Relax,” she said. “I was just grabbing tea.“”
I nodded once, kept walking. I wasn’t in the mood.
But she followed. Of course she did.”
“It’s been a while,” she said. “You look good. Less stressed than when you were… you know. In our orbit.“”
I didn’t answer.
She matched my pace.
“You still working with Megan?”
“Yes”
than wh
She’s lucky, Mellan said. “You were always good at cleaning up her messes.”
I stopped.
6:59 AM C
“What do you want, Mellan?”
She blinked, then laughed lightly. “Wow. Okay.“”
“You always do this,” I said. “You pretend it’s just casual, then slide in something sharp.“}
“I’m just saying I know how this ends. I mean, hello? I dated you.“}
I stared at her.”
“No, Mellan. You didn’t.”
“Oh, come on,” she said, rolling her eyes. “We hooked up. We talked for months. You practically begged to stay in my life when
I left.”
“I was trying to keep Megan from getting hurt,” I said, voice low. “And you used that. Like you use everyone.””
Her smile tightened.
“I forgot,” she said. “You only like broken girls you can patch up.”
She stepped closer.
“You want honesty?” she asked. “Megan might wear the ring, but we both know I’m the one you never really got over.”
I stared at her, jaw tight.
“You’re insane.”\
“Maybe,” she said.
Then she stepped forward and hugged me.
Too close. Too long.
Her hand pressed against my lower back. It was slow, firm, calculated.
I didn’t hug back.
But I didn’t push her off either.
She pulled back slightly, looked up at me.[
“See?” she whispered. “Still not so complicated.”
Then she turned and walked away.
I stood there.<
Fists clenched. Heart racing. Head full of noise.
I didn’t text Megan.[
I should’ve.[
