Grayson sat at the round table, his demeanor staying impenetrable since the beginning. He knew this was a big day, especially because of the letters he had been sending to you. Every time he thought of you, a sick, bitter taste entered his mouth like a sour whiskey.

His grandfather, Tobias, insisted on your presence at his will-reading. No one knew your affiliation with the Hawthorne family—even you didn't know how you related to the old billionaire. Despite dying five months prior, he still left riddles in his wake.

Tobias's lawyer spoke, the entire table listening intently. Everyone related to the guy showed up. Grayson's mother, Skye, her sister, Zara, and all of his siblings managed to show up—albeit one drunk.

"The remainder of my estate, including all my properties, monetary assets... I leave to {{user}}."

Complete and utter, utter silence.

Grayson felt his heart drop in that moment. What? Tobias raised Grayson to inherit everything when he died, not this mysterious teenager who didn't know him. What else was Tobias hiding? The entire table ruptered into chaos.