No!

Of course not!, it could have hurt me and my parents. I had to get rid of it somehow.

...

I didn't have to, the book glowed a dark purple glow for a second and then disappeared the same second. The place where it had been was now empty... as if there had been nothing there. I got up from the floor, and I got to the bed and fell on top of it. As I fell asleep, I thought it was just a fever dream.

...

The next day I told my father that I was sick, and as usual he got mad at me and scolded me for my carelessness, accusing me of almost every mortal sin. But he agreed to give me sick leave if I played the piano well for Mr. Maximillian, and I agreed. Enduring pain and a high fever, I did not give my best performance, but it was enough to make an impression.

...

The school year was coming to an end, all this time Zoya and I continued to be friends and communicate, but we became more and more estranged from each other. She had found a boyfriend and had less and less time for me. But none of our relationship with her mattered, after the end of the school year my father told me that I was moving in with Maximilian's son. And he and I would be getting married in a year. Zoey and I promised each other to keep in touch, but even that habit eventually wore out. As time went on, we finally lost touch.

...

Maximilian's son's name was Jonathan, and he was a copy of his father, starting with the fact that he liked to play video games (just like I did, back in the day), well all his positive aspects ended. He was a lazy daddy's boy who did nothing but play games and sometimes had sex with me, his only advantage over me was his father's legacy. Apparently his father wanted his son to have someone like me to teach him about intilegence, but in fact I replaced his mother.

...

His father died 5 years later of lung cancer, obviously the constant smoking of cigars can cause a similar effect. He got the whole fortune and he didn't know what to do with it. I filed for divorce for mistreatment of me, given that he could not behave socially, in court he could not say anything in his defense except that I was constantly lying. Still, when he realized he was losing everything, there was nothing he could do about it. It was like a poker game, except no one was playing against him and he was just losing all his chips. As for my father, once he found out that I got the fortune and the rights to my ex-husband's real estate, his attitude toward me became different.

He was easy-going and very flattering about me. My time with my ex-husband taught me how to tell the lies from the truth, and it turned out that way. As soon as I told him that he wouldn't get a dime out of my fortune, his attitude returned to normal, only angrier. He accused me of all mortal sins, said that I was ungrateful, and insulted me again and again with more and more words. But honestly I do not understand, I am grateful to him! My parents always wanted the best for me, what could be better than an idiot heir, from whom you can take everything and leave nothing.

-Anna: Makes sense.

I pondered while sipping tea in the study of my penthouse.