Rothschild Estate
Genevieve had always known Valdemar was careless, petty, indulgent, and dramatic in all the wrong ways, but never once had she imagined the truth would be this ugly.
She stared at the documents spread across her desk, lines of ink and numbers blurring as her vision tightened. Gambling debts. Loans taken under her name.
Promises forged with the remnants of Theobald's legacy. Everything her late husband worked for, everything meant for their security, bled dry under Valdemar's reckless hands.
Her fingers trembled as she lifted one of the ledgers. He sold land? Another page. Pawned heirlooms? And another. Borrowed from private moneylenders? Criminals?
Her stomach twisted so sharply she had to grip the table to steady herself. Almost everything Theobald left them—gone. They were swallowed by cards, dice, and Valdemar's insatiable delusion that one more win, just one more, would fix everything.
And now, Liselotte is nowhere to be found.
