Page 2 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

And my brother. The prize jewel of my family.

A smirk pulled at my lip. I couldn't help it because he treated me lower than garbage. Any chance he had, he would hurt me. He'd sneer about how he would be alpha, and I would end up alone with no one to love me.

He died from a fight with another wolf. He was a hothead and messed with the wrong person. It was common to fight, but my brother was going for blood. And it cost him his life.

I remembered getting the call and sitting there silently, unsure what to feel. We never had a good relationship, and I had long given that up. I didn't feel sorrow; at least, I didn't think I felt it.

I stared at Eddy now, the last person standing. I reached in, adjusting the necklace. Anger bubbled up, and I leaned downright by her ear. "I hope you rot in hell with everyone else, which is less than what you deserve. It's less than what any of you deserve for the way that you treated me."

I leaned back, looking her over once more, before pulling my shoulders back and taking in a slow breath.

I turned and froze when I spotted Chris, the family lawyer, sitting just a few feet away. I internally winced, hating how his eyes were glued to me. His face looked at me with disgust, and he made it known.

I walked back down the aisle, assuming he had paperwork and needed signatures for Eddy's things. I stopped next to him.

"I hope you thanked her for everything she gave you because you don't deserve it."

No one heard what I said to her, so I smiled. "I thanked her."

He pulled himself up, fixing his tie. "We have papers for you to sign and important information about the house and land."

I swallowed, hating how he said it. I would rather talk somewhere private about these things, but knowing Chris, he wouldn't allow it. If he had something to say to embarrass me, he'd do it in public.

"Ok, I have a pen in my purse."

He quickly pulled out a binder and placed a few papers in it. "Eddy wanted to be buried in the family cemetery. You just need to sign for the body to be moved."

I scribbled my name, and he yanked the paperback and flipped to another page. He pointed to another, and I signed my name once more.

"And the family inheritance."

I tilted my head, waiting. The family inheritance should be mine, but knowing Eddy, she had a plan for that—she had a plan for everything. I could live without the money.

"There is a total of twenty thousand in her account."

"What?" My words echoed around me, and I could tell if people weren't looking before, they were now. I shook my head, lowing my voice. "What do you mean twenty thousand? That's not right."

Chris smirked, and my stomach dipped.

"That's what's given to you. That's what's left."

"Last year, she had over five hundred thousand dollars," I said, utterly shocked.

He kept that smile. "Yeah, Eddy spent it."

My entire body felt hot with rage. I looked at her casket, knowing the bitch did it on purpose. She knew the money would go to me, and she wasted it. I knew I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was.

"On what?" I growled.

Chris shrugged. "She gave a handful to people, did some renovations on her house, bought herself some jewelry..." He rambled all the other places. All the money that was rightfully mine was pissed away like it was pocket change.

"But this twenty is also taxed, so really, you only have about eighteen left."

I just stood stunned.

"And her house and possessions were to be given to Kathleen and her husband, Frank."

"What?" My voice echoed once more, and I could hear people murmuring now. I took a slow breath in, feeling tears bloom. "Kathleen and Frank aren't even related to her. I'm her blood! How does that work?"

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