The grand, oak-wooden doors of Wynter Manor swung open, welcoming Rory Wynter into a world of somber faces and hushed conversations. The imposing mansion, once filled with warmth and laughter, now felt empty and cold. The soft glow of chandeliers cast long shadows across the room, emphasizing the gravity of the occasion.
Rory's heart ached as she scanned the crowd. Relatives, business associates and strangers mingled, their faces veiled with condolences and curiosity. Her gaze drifted to Alex Hazelwood, her best friend, who offered a comforting smile from across the room.
As Rory navigated through the sea of mourners, whispers followed: "Poor Rory," "Wynter Empire's uncertain future" and "Who is Elijah Blackwood?" The speculation stung.
Mr. Jenkins, Henry's lawyer, cleared his throat, drawing attention. "Family and esteemed guests, let us proceed to the reading of Henry Wynter's last will and testament."
Rory took a seat beside Alex, her mind racing. What would become of Wynter Manor and its vast empire? Would she retain control or surrender to the whims of her grandfather's business partners?
Mr. Jenkins unfolded the will, his voice measured and deliberate. "Henry Wynter decrees his granddaughter, Rory, sole beneficiary of Wynter Estate, including all assets, properties and interests, under one condition..."
A pause hung in the air like a challenge.
"...Rory must marry Elijah Blackwood, Henry's protégé, within two weeks from today."
Gasps echoed through the room. Rory's eyes widened in shock. Elijah Blackwood? A stranger.
Elijah stood at the periphery, imposing and enigmatic. His expression betrayed no emotion, but his gaze locked onto Rory's.
"What?" Rory whispered to Alex. "Why would Grandfather do this?"
Alex's gentle squeeze on her hand reassured her. "We'll face this together, Rory."
As the room erupted into whispers and speculation, Rory rose. "I need air."
In the garden, beneath the twilight sky, Rory confronted Elijah. "Why did my grandfather choose you?" she demanded.
Elijah's eyes locked onto hers. "Henry trusted me to safeguard Wynter Empire," he replied, voice low and smooth.
Rory searched for sincerity. "What do you gain from this arrangement?" she pressed.
Elijah's smile hinted at hidden depths. "Let's just say our futures are intertwined, Aurora."
Rory's frustration simmered. "Call me Rory. Not Aurora."
With those cryptic words, Rory's life became a chessboard. Elijah, her unlikely ally or adversary? The stakes were high.
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The Inheritance Game
RomanceRory Wynter's life shattered with the sudden passing of her beloved grandfather, Henry Wynter. The patriarch's demise unleashed a whirlwind of intrigue, ambition and hidden agendas within the walls of Wynter Manor. Henry's last will and testament re...
