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

I have never encountered anything else that made me understand so completely how a trap is different from a wall.

A wall keeps you somewhere.

A trap makes you want to stay.

Chapter 11 — Tomorrow Morning

The recording was not finished with me.

“What happens tomorrow?” Sabine asked.

“Tomorrow I call an emergency board meeting,” Callum said.

“I use the power of attorney she signed last month — she signed it without reading it, she always did — and I take control of her shares, and I sell the port land to my father, and every debt we’ve got clears in an afternoon.”