When our father died, my half-sister Lara got the house. I got a chessboard. I thought it was his final insult—until I heard something rattle inside a piece.
Lara mocked me as always. “A house for me, a hobby for you.” But later, when she knocked the pieces off the board, one hit the ground with a click—and that’s when I discovered something was hidden inside.\\
That night, Lara crept downstairs and cracked open the pieces with a knife. She found what she thought were gemstones and declared herself the winner of our father’s final game.But I had swapped them. The real valuables were already in a bank, under my name.
And then came the real twist: I pulled out a hidden will—one my father left inside the chessboard. In it, he wrote:“If you are honest, you may live together in peace. If not, everything belongs to Kate.”Lara had played the game—and lost.“Checkmate,” I said.
