Scorned and Reborn

Chapter 14: An inherited Burden



Mary sat in her father's study, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the large windows, casting an amber hue across the room. She had returned to the family estate feeling emptier than ever. Her father was gone.

 

The man who had raised her, who had tried to shape her future even if their paths had diverged had left a silence she couldn't ignore. The study, lined with shelves filled with leather-bound books and framed awards, seemed to hold his presence, like echoes of his voice in every corner.

 

As she sank into the plush armchair, her fingers traced the armrest, memories of their past conversations swirling around her. She had run from this place, desperate for freedom, yet now she was back, and there was nowhere else to go. The loneliness was suffocating.

 

The next day arrived too quickly. Her father's burial was solemn, attended by old family friends, business associates, and a few familiar faces from her past. They offered her condolences and shared stories about her father's accomplishments and leadership, all while glancing at her with pity or perhaps expectation.

 

Once the ceremony concluded and the guests left, a few close friends of her father gathered in the small conference room in their family home. Mary felt a strange sense of foreboding as she entered the room. The air was thick with anticipation as she took her seat, her gaze drifting over the faces she barely recognized.

 

One of her father's most trusted associates, Mr. Hawthorne, an elderly man with wise, kind eyes, cleared his throat and looked directly at her. "Mary," he began, his tone a blend of solemnity and encouragement.

 

"Your father was a remarkable man who left behind a legacy. And that legacy, the company, now falls to you."

 

Mary's heart skipped a beat, a wave of disbelief rushing over her. She hadn't expected this hadn't even considered it.

 

Mr. Hawthorne continued, "In his final will, your father named you as the sole inheritor of Mona Enterprises. The company, the estate… it's all yours. However…" He paused, casting a cautious glance around the room. "There's a condition."

 

Mary's stomach twisted. Of course, there was a condition.

 

"To formally take over as head of the company," he continued, "you must be married."

 

The room seemed to close in around her as she processed his words. "Married?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

Mr. Hawthorne nodded, his gaze steady. "It was your father's wish. He believed that the company should be led by someone who not only had a commitment to its future but also a foundation in family values. He thought that… with the right partner, you'd find stability in both your life and in leading Mona Enterprises."

 

Mary's fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table, her mind racing. She had spent her life pushing against her father's plans, fighting for her independence. And now, even in his death, he was trying to shape her future once more.

 

"I don't want to marry," she said firmly, her voice laced with defiance. "And I don't want to run the company. I never asked for any of this."

 

The others exchanged glances, some appearing uncomfortable, while others seemed resigned. Mr. Hawthorne merely sighed, his gaze sympathetic. "The choice, of course, is yours, Mary. But I advise you to think it over. Mona Enterprises needs someone with a vision, someone who understands the value of what your father built. And more importantly… the board has been waiting for direction."

 

Without another word, Mary stood and left the room, her heart pounding as the weight of the decision settled heavily on her shoulders.

 

 

The following day, Mary retreated to her bedroom, feeling lost. She sat by the window, staring out at the familiar gardens, her mind replaying Mr. Hawthorne's words. She had never wanted a life bound by the expectations of others, and yet, here she was, cornered by the very legacy she had once tried so hard to escape.

 

A knock on the door broke her from her reverie. It was Asher, standing in the doorway with a stack of files in hand.

 

"Mary," he greeted softly, stepping into the room. "I know this is overwhelming, but there are some papers that require your attention. These are necessary for you to officially assumecontrol of the company."

 

She shook her head, exasperated. "I don't want it, Asher. I never did. My father's plans… they were never mine."

 

Asher watched her, his gaze a mix of understanding and urgency. "Mary, I know you didn't ask for this. But the company… it's part of your family's legacy. If you don't take over, someone else will."

 

"I don't care," she replied, her tone sharp with frustration. "Let them have it. I want nothing to do with any of this."

 

Asher's expression turned serious. "It's not that simple. If you refuse, the company will fall to someone else… specifically, Stone."

 

At the mention of that name, Mary felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Stone. Her father's friend's son, the one he had once tried to force her into marrying. She remembered Stone all too well his arrogance, his ambition, and his ruthless determination. She had left home partly because of him, to escape the life her father had mapped out for her.

 

"Stone?" she asked, disbelief mingling with disgust. "He's still involved?"

 

Asher nodded grimly. "He's been hovering around Mona Enterprises for years, waiting for an opportunity like this. If you don't take control, he's the next in line. And there's already talk among the stakeholders. Some believe he'd bring… a more aggressive approach to the company's leadership."

 

Mary's heart pounded, the weight of the decision pressing on her. The idea of Stone taking over her father's company, turning it into a cold, ruthless machine, filled her with a sense of dread. She could almost see it: the legacy her father had built, dismantled and reshaped into something unrecognizable under Stone's hand.

 

"He'll ruin everything," she murmured, the words barely audible.

 

Asher took a step closer, his gaze firm yet compassionate. "That's why I'm here, Mary. To help you, if you choose to take on this responsibility. I know it's not what you wanted, but it's a part of who you are. Your father may have had his flaws, but he believed in the company and in what it could achieve. And… maybe there's a reason it's been passed to you."

 

She looked up at him, torn between the life she had fought so hard to keep and the weight of the inheritance now resting on her shoulders. The idea of marrying simply to fulfill a condition in her father's will felt absurd, yet the alternative was even less appealing.

 

"What if I don't?" she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. "What if I refuse?"

 

Asher's eyes darkened with a shadow of urgency. "Then Stone will likely step in, and it won't be long before he tries to drag you back into his plans. You might even face pressure to marry him again, given his influence over some of the stakeholders."

 

Mary recoiled at the thought. The idea of Stone not only taking over her father's company but also trying to assert control over her life left her feeling trapped, as though the walls were closing in.

 

Asher placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, grounding her. "Think carefully, Mary. I'm here to support whatever choice you make, but time is running out. This decision could change everything."

 

The room fell into silence as Mary grappled with the weight of his words. She had spent years fighting to live life on her own terms, but now, faced with the legacy of her father's empire and the threat of Stone's ambitions, she was forced to confront the very future she had once escaped.

 

Could she bear to step into her father's shoes, to take on the responsibility of a company she had never wanted? Or would she risk losing everything, even her freedom, to someone who had always seen her as nothing more than a pawn?

 

Asher's gaze held hers, steady and supportive, as she sat on the edge of a choice that would define her path forward. The decision loomed, and with each passing moment, she felt the gravity of her father's legacy pull her closer to a fate she hadn't planned for.

 

And now, with Stone's shadow looming on the horizon, Mary knew that whatever she chose, there would be no turning back.

 

 

 

 

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