On the day my dad passed away, I said nothing about the $28M inheritance—or about the skyscraper in New York City under my name. That same night, my stepmom screamed, “Pack your bags, you’re not staying here!”

I hadn’t studied carefully was the condition attached to that right.

Samuel had.

I called him from the foyer and put him on speaker.

“Vivian is asking me to leave tonight,” I said.

There was a pause.

“Tonight?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Vivian rolled her eyes. “Tell your lawyer she’s an adult. I’m not running a hotel.”

Samuel’s tone changed immediately.

“Mrs. Pierce, Robert’s will grants you a life estate in the property on one condition: his daughter must be permitted to occupy the guest suite for ninety days after his