The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 893

**Chapter 893: Guess Who Owns The Toms**

“But what if a little pillow talk tonight makes you change your mind by morning?” Marie’s voice was light, almost teasing, but there was an underlying seriousness to her words that Derrick couldn’t ignore.

Derrick felt his heart skip a beat as he caught sight of the formidable stack of papers that Marie had just pulled from her bag. It was at least two inches thick, a small mountain of legal documents that seemed to loom over them like a dark cloud.

When had she even had the time to prepare all this? He was completely blindsided.

Mona’s jaw clenched tightly as she laid eyes on the documents. “You don’t have to be so defensive toward me,” she said, her voice dripping with a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Derrick thought to himself, Damn this girl, she even prepared a backup plan?

Marie was systematically cutting off every possible escape route for them. Those papers weren’t just something to sign and forget; once Holt put his name on that dotted line, any future changes would hinge on Marie’s approval.

And judging by the steely glint in her eyes, would she ever agree? If Holt signed, what kind of life would remain for them?

Mona shot a fierce glare at Holt, her jaw set in determination. “You’re not seriously going to sign that, are you?”

Her expression conveyed everything—if he dared to go through with this, she’d unleash chaos.

Unbelievable.

All these years, Derrick had been so careful, keeping nearly all the Tom family’s wealth securely tied up under the family name. Sure, Mona had management rights, but that was merely a facade; it only allowed her to spend a little extra each month. And even then, she had to meticulously document every expense and present them to Holt for approval each month.

That was the bitter truth of being the second wife—she wielded no real power over his finances. Her secret stash of savings was meager at best. Now, with Derrick’s wife back in the picture, asking for everything and seemingly getting it all, it felt like the ground was shifting beneath her feet.

If Holt signed those papers, what would be left of her role in this house?

“Once you sign that,” Mona said, her voice trembling with wounded indignation, “what happens to us? Are we just supposed to stop living?”

Before Holt could even open his mouth to respond, Marie interjected, her tone firm yet compassionate. “Hey, that’s not fair. You might not technically be part of the Tom family, but you’ve served Dad for so many years. As his daughter-in-law, I’m not going to let you starve.”

Then, with a playful smile that seemed to lighten the tension just a fraction, she added, “I’m not cruel, Dad; I just believe the Tom family’s money should be managed by Tom family members.”

That single line nearly sent Mona into a tailspin of disbelief.

Because the truth was, while she held the title of Holt’s “wife,” she and Holt had never formalized their union. Gary was his son, and it was through Gary that she had secured her place in the family.

After years of pushing Derrick out, she had finally tasted what it was like to live as the lady of the house.

But now, with Marie and Derrick back in the picture, that carefully constructed life was crumbling like a house of cards.

Eventually, after Marie’s relentless insistence, Holt began to sift through the documents. They primarily focused on the management of the family’s credit cards and the financial allocations that would fall under Marie’s authority.

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