During a family party, my parents demanded that I give the keys to my penthouse

Part Two: The Revelation

The woman in the suit was my lawyer, Sophia. She was a force of nature—sharp, decisive, and entirely unyielding. Her words sliced through the tension in the room, demanding attention and immediate action. My family seemed momentarily paralyzed, their eyes darting between Sophia and me as they tried to comprehend the situation.

“Surely, there’s a mistake,” my father finally managed to say, his voice lacking its usual authority. “This is our home.”