She didn’t want the throne. Just the truth. In the shadows of Chicago’s South Side,
 
Sable Raveneaux learned early to disappear. While her brothers traded fists for respect and her mother drank silence like medicine, Sable studied—watched. Their father, Lennox Raveneaux, wasn’t a drug lord. He was worse —he built an empire of forged passports, ghost guns, and untraceable silence. He sold shadows to the highest bidder.
 
He trusted no one—not even blood. So when Lennox is found shot twice in the mouth and once through the eye—an execution, not a robbery—no one knows what to say. Nobody tells the truth.
 
Not the cops.
Not her brothers.
Not even her mother.
 
The police want to blame a rival crew. Her brothers want revenge. But Sable knows better. Lennox kept records—deep files, coded ledgers, voices on tape. Leverage against judges, cops, politicians, even his own blood.
 
But now, those files are gone. And the wrong people are looking for them. Her older brother, Cassian, is under house arrest and still trying to run the streets through proxy. Her younger brother, Marro, is unraveling—fast, loud, and bloody. Meanwhile, Sable digs quietly through what’s left of their father’s digital footprint, chasing a ghost behind firewalls and missing paper trails. And that ghost has a name.
 
Zahirah Delmara—half-Indian, half-Black, fully lethal. Lennox’s estate attorney, family friend, and former silent partner. For years, Zahirah sat at family dinners, handled contracts, drafted fake wills, and buried real crimes in paperwork.
 
Now, she’s delaying the estate, hiding documents, manipulating Sable’s mother, and cleaning up loose ends. Because Zahirah didn’t kill Lennox. She hired someone to scare him into signing over the data. Someone else pulled the trigger. Now she’s erasing everything— before the truth catches up.
 
But Sable isn’t grieving anymore. She’s decoding. And what began as a quiet search for answers is turning into a war for control.
 
Because in the Raveneaux family, legacy was never given.
 
It was stolen.