When our father passed, my half-sister Lara inherited his house, while I received an old chessboard—a cruel jab from a man who always favored her. Lara taunted, “A house for me, a hobby for you,” smirking. That night, I noticed a chess piece rattling. Tapping it,
I felt something inside. During an argument, Lara knocked the board over, and a knight clicked open, revealing tiny gems. She carved open more pieces, gloating, “I win again!” But I had already found and swapped them, hiding the real gems in a deposit box. Beneath the board’s lining, I found a second will: “If you are honest, live in peace. If not, everything belongs to Kate.” Lara’s greed lost her everything. “Checkmate,” I whispered, claiming my true inheritance.
