The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 7

“The Covington estate?” Ramona echoed the name, letting it linger in the air.

“That’s right. From now on, this will be your home,” came the reply.

Ramona fell silent for a few seconds. Benedict was her biological father, and the inheritance worth billions had now fallen into her lap. Returning to the Covington family was inevitable—there was no point in running, nor could she escape it.

She nodded. “Alright then. Since this is my home, I suppose it’s time I saw it for myself.”

What must be faced would have to be faced, sooner or later.

On the drive, Jubal gave Ramona a brief rundown of the Covington family’s current situation.

The Covingtons’ fortune was enormous; most of its assets were controlled by Benedict, with smaller portions in the hands of Benedict’s father, Wilfred Covington, and his older brother.

Now, with Benedict’s entire estate transferred to her, Ramona had become the largest shareholder in the Covington Group.

Wilfred was currently recuperating abroad. Family affairs were being managed by Benedict’s wife, Melinda Yarrow, while the company itself was run by their adopted son, Holden Covington.

An hour later, their stretch Rolls-Royce glided through the gates of the Covington estate.

Sprawling over several acres, the mansion grounds exuded power and prestige. It took nearly ten minutes just to drive from the entrance to the main house.

Everything about the Covington mansion spoke of wealth and grandeur, as if even the paving stones underfoot were worth a fortune.

It was Ramona’s first time in a place so lavish. To say she wasn’t nervous would be a lie, but she forced herself to appear calm.

Jubal led her into the main hall. As the heavy doors were pulled open by a maid, Ramona caught sight of a regal figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Flanking the woman were two attendants, and on a nearby sofa sat a young man in a tailored suit.

The woman barely glanced at Ramona before approaching with measured steps.

Jubal leaned in and whispered, “That’s Melinda, Benedict’s wife.” On the sofa sat Holden, Benedict and Melinda’s adopted son—Ramona’s brother in name, at least.

As Melinda raised her gaze, Jubal quietly withdrew, ushering the others out. In an instant, the vast drawing room was left with only Ramona, Melinda, and Holden.

“You’re Ramona Jarrett?” Melinda asked.

Ramona nodded. Though Melinda wore a pleasant smile, Ramona could sense the underlying hostility.

“Sit down. You’re home now, no need to be so tense.”

After Melinda spoke, Holden addressed her as well. His tone was polite, but distant.

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