The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Power Shifted

The color drained from Kieran’s face and Margaret let out a small, choked sound.

“You’re bluffing,” Kieran blustered, but the sweat on his brow betrayed him. “You haven’t had time to-”

“I have people, Father. Better people than the ones you hired to hide your tracks. Elera leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking on his. “You didn’t bring me here to save Grandmother’s legacy. You brought me here because you got caught. The lawyers aren’t threatening to freeze the assets because of a clerical error. They’re threatening to press charges. And you thought you could use me, and my new husband’s influence, to make it all go away.”

The room was dead silent. The truth, laid out so starkly in this cold, bright room, was unbearable.

“You ungrateful girl,” Kieran hissed, his mask of paternal concern shattering into raw fury. “After everything I’ve done for you! The life I gave you! And you throw it all away for a dying man, and now you dare to sit there and accuse me?”

“The life you gave me?” Elera’s voice was dangerously quiet. “You sold me. You packaged me and presented me to a man you knew wanted to destroy me, just to fix your balance sheet. You are not a father. You are a broker. And a bad one.”

He surged to his feet, his chair screeching against the floor. “You will fix this! You will call your husband’s lawyers and you will tell them to handle it! Or so help me-”

“Or so help you, what?” Elera stood as well, her movement fluid and controlled. She walked around the table towards him. He actually took a step back, bumping into Frost’s immovable chest. “You have no power here. You have no power over me anymore. The Valdrises are circling you, your friends are abandoning you, and your last desperate gamble was to try and manipulate me. It failed.”

She stopped an arm’s length away, looking up at the man who had loomed so large in her life. Now he just looked small, and scared, and old.

“Here is what is going to happen,” she said, each word a drop of ice. “You are going to resign from the foundation’s board today. You are going to sign over full control to a new, independent trustee that I select. ‘You are going to repay every cent you stole, with interest, from your personal accounts. And then you are going to disappear. You will not give any more interviews. You will not use my name, or my husband’s name, to open any doors. If you do, I will release the full forensic audit to the press and the district attorney. Do you understand?”

Kieran’s face was a mottled purple. He was breathing heavily. He looked from Elera’s implacable face to Frost’s stony one then to his weeping sister. There was no escape or leverage to use.

“You… you can’t do this to me your own father,” he whispered, but the fight was gone. It was the whimper of a deflated tyrant.

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