Money does not guarantee the absence of problems. Rather, the opposite. The investigator advised me to be careful. His line of thought was crystal clear. My brother was killed; the murder was clearly commissioned; and its goal was to pocket someone else’s property. I am the only heiress—and therefore the only obstacle to someone else’s plans. An obstacle that can be easily removed by people who don’t shun anything. So what should I do? Either leave, hide in a burrow, flinching at every rustle—or… try to understand what’s going on. I chose the second. So I’m back in my hometown, from which I ran away six years ago—running away from a destructive passion and betrayal…