Chapter One Hundred and Forty
Malachi's POV
The meeting with Cecilia's lawyers took two hours. Her uncles sat across the conference table looking like they'd aged ten years in the past month, their expensive suits doing nothing to hide the defeat in their postures. The judge had ruled in Cecilia's favor. The will was valid, the marriage requirement had been met, and every challenge her uncles had mounted had crumbled under scrutiny.
Cecilia got everything. The company, the assets, the properties, all of it exactly as her father had intended.
I watched Richard and Marcus sign the final documents with shaking hands, their faces red with humiliation and rage they couldn't express. They'd lost. Completely. And there was nothing they could do about it.
"Gentlemen," the lead lawyer said with barely concealed satisfaction, "you're dismissed."
They left without a word, probably already calling their own lawyers to see if there was any possible appeal. There wasn't. This was over.
