David had always considered himself lucky. His life wasn't glamorous, but he had something money couldn’t buy—his wife, Lara. She was everything to him. Beautiful, charismatic, the kind of woman who lit up a room just by walking in. And despite their differences in social status—her family being wealthy and influential—she had chosen him. That was all that mattered.They had married secretly, away from the prying eyes of her family who couldn’t care less about David. They thought he was just a factory worker with no prospects. But Lara had never cared for their opinions. To her, David was the man she loved, the man who treated her like she was worth everything.Their little house was their sanctuary. David worked long hours, sometimes 20 hours a day, making sure everything ran smoothly. He couldn’t afford luxuries, but he never let it show. He kept up appearances, made sure their friends and neighbors never saw them as anything less than a happy couple. After all, if his wife loved hi

David frowned. Was he imagining it? His senses were hazy from the alcohol, but the car’s headlights were unmistakable. It was following him. He quickened his pace, his feet stumbling beneath him. The car mirrored his movements, staying just a few yards behind.His heart raced. He could feel the panic creeping in. He wanted to run, to get away, but his legs refused to cooperate. His body was too drunk, too exhausted to fight it. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his mind screamed at him to move faster, but his body wasn’t listening.The car didn’t stop. It kept its distance, but it was still there, watching him.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice slurred. He looked back again. The car was still there, headlights blinding him in the dark.But then, everything went black.---When David came to life, the steady beep of a heart monitor was the first thing he heard. The sound was rhythmic, almost comforting. He opened his eyes slowly, the blurriness fading away as his visio

David stepped into his home, his footsteps heavy as the weight of the world seemed to settle onto his shoulders. The house that had once been filled with the promise of a happy future now felt cold, empty, and foreign. He could hear the clinking of glass before he even fully entered the living room.Sitting there, casually sipping from a glass of wine, was his wife. Her posture was poised, her face unreadable as she glanced up at him. There was no warmth, no apology in her eyes. Just the same indifferent look she had given him countless times before.On the table beside her was a large, brown envelope, almost too conspicuous, its presence demanding attention.David didn’t even acknowledge her. He didn’t have the strength to engage, not right now. His body ached from the events of the day, the emotional weight of the betrayal, the humiliating confrontation. He just needed a shower, a moment to clear his head.As he began to move toward the stairs, his wife’s voice sliced through the si

Arthur looked at David, his expression gentle but serious. “I’ll arrange it, but we have to be careful. Things are... different now.”David could sense the underlying concern. It was just a visit to his mother’s grave, yet it carried a weight he hadn’t anticipated. His identity, the family fortune—everything he’d recently learned about his inheritance made even simple acts seem dangerous now.Several days later, under cover of night, Arthur drove David out to the cemetery. The quiet was almost oppressive, the only sound the gravel crunching beneath their feet as they moved through rows of graves. Standing in front of his mother’s grave now felt surreal. For a long time, he just stared at the headstone, unable to speak. The stone was cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the warmth of his memories—distant yet vivid flashes of her smile, her comforting words, and her gentle touch. His chest tightened, an ache that grew deeper as the reality of his new life clashed with the innocence

David spent countless days studying his family’s business empire, piecing together every detail he could find. His father had built something extraordinary—a network of companies, assets, and ventures that spanned industries. But now, instead of flourishing as it once had, much of it was divided, fractured, and under his uncle’s control. Each document David reviewed revealed another piece of the empire that had been stripped away by his uncle's greedy hands. Anger simmered in him as he thought about everything his parents had built and how ruthlessly it had been taken from them.He leaned back in his chair, the stacks of files spread out across the desk, and clenched his jaw. His uncle wasn’t just a thief; he was a traitor to the family. David swore silently, vowing to make him pay for every bit of it. The thought of reclaiming his father’s legacy fueled him, pushing him to dig even deeper to understand every aspect of the empire.While going through records from a smaller branch, t