?Chapter 207:


    Remaining calm and collected, Katrina reassured Joyce.


    “Head upstairs, sweetheart. Everything’s under control.” With a reassuring smile, she watched Joyce ascend the stairs, clutching her doll tightly.


    At home, Joyce was doted upon, and recently, her pregnancy had be noticeable.


    Katrina harbored concerns but kept them to herself. Given the family’s wealth, she mused over the possibility of securing a live-in son-inw. True, Joyce was pregnant, yet it would be her first marriage. Nowadays, with enough money in her pocket, what was there to even stress about? She decided to let the Bet family suck up to Dani all they wanted. That fucking bitch was bound to face her downfall sooner orter.


    The vengeful thought curled Katrina’s lips into a wicked, twisted smirk that made Caiden’s blood run cold. He inhaled deeply before confronting her.


    “Did you take everything from the safe?”


    “Yes, I did. What about it?” Katrina’s response came with a dismissive shrug, her voice dripping with nonchnce. Relief had washed over her when she’d earlier checked the safe; without that, she wouldn’t have unearthed the fact that Brylee had left Dani avish inheritance.


    The bounty included a colossal insurance policy and an entire ind—a prime tourist hotspot whose value had likely soared.


    The terms of the inheritance were strict, stating the ind would only legally belong to Dani after she had been married for a year.


    Until that milestone, any revenue the ind generated was to be strictly held in trust, utterly inessible.


    Katrina eyed the ind with voracious intent.


    Securing it for her daughter meant independence from any financial reliance on a partner. She envisioned a future where men would queue up, desperate to cater to Joyce.


    “All that shit belongs to Dani. Even some of the properties—Brylee left them for her, not you. So keep your grubby hands off,” Caiden interjected, his voice steady yet assertive.


    Without even granting him a nce, Katrina countered, “This house and everything in it belongs to me. Let me make one thing clear—if you dare tell Dani, I’ll divorce you!”


    Her tone turned icy, slicing through the air.


    “You understand the stakes, don’t you? Harper Group has been riding on Brylee’s coattails for years. Should another scandal erupt, we might as well file for bankruptcy right now!”


    Katrina reclined on the sofa, herughter tinged with derision.


    “Really, do you believe Brylee would be pleased, knowing you’ve frittered away everything she painstakingly established? Not leaving even a penny for Dani? She would despise you. She’d rue the day she fell for a worthless man like you. And Dani? She’d sever all ties. Isn’t that your greatest dread? Being forsaken in your old age, with no one to look after you? Go ahead, keep it up.


    You’ll end up rotting alone with no one to even care when you’re gone!”


    Her words struck Caiden with surgical precision, each syble designed to inflict maximum pain.


    Yet, Katrina was not through.


    Her voice took on a syrupy tone, dripping with deceit.


    “However, align yourself with me, follow my lead, and we can keep this family whole. Remember, you are Dani’s biological father. Once she marries, you could travel overseas, apply for her death certificate, and all her assets would naturally revert to you.


    You’d be set for life, so don’t act like you’re the one losing out.”


    Caiden’s face registered shock, his features contorting between disbelief and dread. He gaped at Katrina, his voice barely above a whisper.


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