Nala stands quietly by the staircase, her posture rigid as she watches her sisters, Ila and Sophie, laughing together near a polished oak table. Their father, tall and imposing, sits at the head, his gaze affectionate only toward the other two. Nala feels invisible, her eyes searching for any sign of acceptance.

Their father clears his throat, the authority in his voice unmistakable. "We need to discuss the future of our company and my estate. Sophie, Ila, you will inherit everything. Nala, you have your own path to find." Silence hangs in the room, broken only by the sound of the shifting logs.

Ila sits cross-legged on the bed, her brow furrowed in frustration. "This isn't right. Nala deserves just as much as we do." Sophie paces by the window, her voice resolute. "We can't let him treat her this way. We're sisters, and that's what matters." Nala listens, hope flickering in her chest.

"We won't accept your decision," Sophie declares, determination etched across her face. "We're dividing everything equally. Nala is our sister, whether adopted or not." Their father’s expression shifts from stern to bewildered as the unity of his daughters becomes undeniable.

Nala smiles quietly, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, both of you. I never felt like I truly belonged until now." Ila wraps an arm around her, and Sophie squeezes her hand, their laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves.

Sophie glances at her sisters, a sense of pride radiating from her. "Together, we'll make this legacy something worth sharing." Ila nods, and Nala looks out over the city skyline, finally feeling empowered and at home.