Harold Williams is dead, and his will is the least normal thing about his death.

To inherit a single penny of the family fortune, his four estranged, broke, and thoroughly dysfunctional children must move into Belgravia House and live together for ninety consecutive days — talent shows, cook-offs, and forced bonding included — or watch the entire estate go to charity.

It should be simple. It is not.

Locked rooms hide fifty-year-old secrets. A sister nobody knew existed shows up with a bakery and a gap-toothed smile. Threatening letters arrive at midnight. A butler who's kept every family secret for forty years is keeping one more. And then a second woman arrives, identical to the first, insisting she's the real long-lost daughter — and the family realizes their father's ridiculous will was never really about the money at all.

Told through the eyes of Robert, the family's chaos-documenting grandson with a dying phone battery and zero self-preservation instinct.

A Chaos Called Inheritance is a fast, funny, and increasingly dangerous family drama about what happens when you lock five decades of buried secrets, a fortune, and one deeply chaotic family in a house together — and don't let anyone leave.
Ninety days. One mansion. Zero boundaries.

Family reunions were never supposed to come with a body count.