I was sharpening the blade they would one day bury in my back.

Because a family that believes a man is a self-made titan will feel entitled to his fortune.

And when they eventually decided to discard me, they did so with a clear conscience, convinced they were merely removing a plain, luckless woman from a rich man’s life — never dreaming that the plain, luckless woman was the rich man, and always had been, and that they had built their entire sense of superiority on a fortune that would vanish the instant I stopped choosing to provide it.

Chapter 8 — The Ghost in the Ledger