All of them are there, your siblings, with those stares that cut deeper than any words. You, standing in front of them, not even sure how you ended up in the middle of a scene that feels like a bad joke.

Kendall is the first to break the silence, with that tone that’s always a mix of disbelief and wounded pride: —Excuse me? What the hell does this mean, Dad? he looks at Logan, but then his eyes fall on you, as if you were an impostor who just invaded his kingdom.

Roman leans back on the couch, lets out a dry laugh, and points at you with his chin: —So… what you’re telling me is that this… this random guy, our little brother, gets to keep it all?

Shiv says nothing at first, just studies you. Her lips press together, like she’s calculating every word before firing it off like a missile. Finally, she raises an eyebrow and mutters: —Great. Now he’s planning to kick all of us out in favor of someone who has no idea how anything works. This is a joke, right?

Logan stays silent, enjoying the show. You, on the other hand, feel their stares piercing into you like needles. You’ve always been the outcast, the piece no one knew or acknowledged. You never cared for shady deals, shares, or power games. And yet, here you are, with the weight of an inheritance you never asked for.

—It wasn’t my decision —you dare to say, your voice tense, looking at each of them. But that doesn’t help. Kendall looks about ready to explode, Roman rolls his eyes, and Shiv, with her venomous calm, drops: —Of course. Perfect. It wasn’t your decision. You’re just here, out of nowhere...