My grandmother left me fourteen million dollars, four men, and three weeks to decide.
I thought the will was about money. It wasn't.
The women in my family have always been shared. Not divided—multiplied. One woman. Four men. Accept all of them, or the estate goes to cousins I've never met.
Robert is fifty. He helped raise me. He's been appropriate for twenty-four years, and the crack in that word is the most dangerous thing I've ever heard.
Connor is my mother's ex-husband. His hands smell like wine and earth and the vineyard he built with his bare fingers. He looks at me like he's deciding how I'd taste.
Damian grew up on the other side of my bedroom wall. He's a defense attorney now, and he argues with me the same way he always did—except his eyes drop to my mouth instead of the ceiling.
Kyle is the only one who didn't watch me grow up. He draws my face on napkins. He's the gentlest. That makes him the most devastating.
Three weeks. Four men. A house that holds fifty years of this tradition in its walls.
My body decided before I finished reading the clause.
My mother is on a plane home. She walked away from her own version of this. She doesn't know I chose everything she abandoned.
All characters are consenting adults. This novel contains explicit sexual content, age gap relationships, family-adjacent dynamics (no blood relation), and a why choose / reverse harem romance. HFN ending.