MY UNCLE SHOT ME AT MY GRANDFATHER'S FUNERAL... THEN THE WILL REVEALED WHY
MY UNCLE SHOT ME AT MY GRANDFATHER'S FUNERAL... THEN THE WILL REVEALED WHY
Chapter 1: The Gunshot
The bullet hit my shoulder before my grandfather's coffin touched the ground.
Screams exploded across the cemetery.
People ran.
Flowers scattered.
Bodyguards drew weapons.
And I collapsed into the mud.
Pain shot through my entire body.
For a second, I couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't understand what was happening.
Then I saw him.
Standing beside the family mausoleum.
Holding a gun.
My uncle.
Leonard Whitmore.
The man who had hugged me thirty minutes earlier.
The man who had cried beside my grandfather's coffin.
The man now trying to kill me.
Our eyes met.
His face turned pale.
Like he couldn't believe he had missed.
Then someone tackled him from behind.
Another gunshot echoed.
Chaos erupted.
I felt hands pressing against my wound.
People shouting.
Sirens approaching.
The world blurred.
Then I heard my grandfather's attorney screaming.
"Protect her!"
My vision faded.
"Protect her!"
More shouting.
"She's the heir!"
Everything stopped.
Even the pain.
I looked up.
"What?"
The attorney's face was white.
Terrified.
He knelt beside me.
And whispered:
May you like
"The will named you."
The world went dark.
