Liams POV
The boardroom table was buried under a mountain of corporate disclosures, bank statements, and legal briefs, but I could barely bring myself to care about the numbers. For the last two hours, three court-appointed trustees and a pair of forensic accountants had been droning on about tax shelters and shell corporations, their voices bleeding into a dull hum against the backdrop of my thoughts.
I leaned forward, my eyes scanning the asset liquidation sheets with one specific goal in mind: making sure Sarah got absolutely everything she was legally entitled to.
I knew her heart. I knew she had already quietly vowed to give the vast majority of the Vanderbilt fortune away to charity—to domestic violence shelters, advocacy groups, and organizations that helped women escape the exac
