SOPHIA’S POV
“No you’re not,” Jace said.
Davis stood up, his eyes on me even as he spoke to his son. “Yes, I am.”
“Grandfather—“
“Was a fool,” Davis cut in. “He was an i***t for cutting me off when it’s obvious I’m the only one strong enough to carry on the family name.”
“Grandfather cut you off because of your perverted behavior,” Jace said. “You sleep with any hole and drink yourself to a stupor after gambling away your money. You weren’t fit in his eyes and you’re still not fit in mine.”
Davis chuckled dryly. “Your pathetic grandfather is dead. This is the family lawyer and he claims my father never took me off the will. This house belongs to me.”
Jace moved before I even processed the words, stepping in front of me as Davis squared his shoulders like he was ready for a fight he
