He Married Me to Steal My Family’s Shipyard. My Brother Spent Fifteen Years in a Wheelchair Waiting to Prove It

I was done being managed.

If my whole existence had been a lie, then I wanted the lie laid out entire, every page of it, so that I could at least be the one who finally read it to the end.

Chapter 8 — Martha’s Recording

What Rhys had was Martha.

Martha had kept our family’s house for twenty years.

She had known Rhys and me since we were children, had fed us after the funeral, had stayed on through the whole long decline of the family into Callum’s careful hands.

And some months ago, Rhys — who trusted almost no one, and had learned to read people the way other men read weather — had told her a piece of what he suspected, and asked for her help.