Chapter 114 - One Hundred and Fourteen
Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen
Malachi’s POV
Cecilia was sitting on the edge of the bed when I came back to our room. She looked tired. Worried. Her hands were clasped in her lap.
"We need to talk," she said.
I closed the door behind me. Leaned against it. "About?"
"My uncles. My aunts. They’re making moves."
I’d expected this. Cecilia’s family was a nest of vipers. Always had been. Her father’s death had thrown everything into chaos. The inheritance. The company. The power.
And Cecilia was the one standing in their way.
"What kind of moves?" I asked.
"Legal ones. They’re challenging the will. Saying I don’t meet the criteria. That the marriage clause is outdated and shouldn’t apply."
The marriage clause. The reason we were in this fake relationship in the first place. Her father had been old fashioned. Traditional. He’d written into his will that Cecilia had to be married to inherit. Married to someone suitable. Someone respectable.
Her father had helped me when I first went to Dark City. Given me opportunities when no one else would. Believed in me when I had nothing. No connections. No credibility. Just ambition.