Faking Ruin for Thirty Days

Summary

The afternoon my father died, his estate attorney looked me in the eye and told me I was the sole heir to Meridian Crest—a commercial real estate and manufacturing empire valued at over one hundred and eighty million dollars.

There was only one catch. A single, eccentric clause left in his final decree:

Before I could sign a single succession document, I had to keep my inheritance completely secret and live inside our dilapidated family homestead on the edge of town for exactly thirty days.