Freddy and Hazel’s relationship had never been perfect, but it completely shattered the day their parents’ will was read. What should’ve been a moment of mourning and unity turned into something cold and tense. When the lawyer, Mr. Schneider, began reading the will, Freddy sat as still as he could, holding his expression like a pro poker player. He couldn’t let anyone—especially Mark—see how angry or hurt he really felt. Mark, Hazel’s fiancé, sat beside her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, looking way too pleased with himself. “Mr. Schneider, but

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Kicked Out of My Own Home — But I Got the Last Laugh I’ve always believed that great interior design speaks louder than any words. So when Barbara—my mother-in-law and the self-declared queen of high society—asked if she could host her 60th birthday party in my apartment, I said yes. And I didn’t just agree—I smiled. “Of course,” I told her sweetly. “That won’t be a problem at all!” I’m Arielle. I’m an interior designer, and my apartment isn’t just where I live—it’s a living piece of art. Every single