Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

252. Younger

When I was younger, there was a period of time in my life when I was plagued by nightmares.

This was around the time my mother moved us, her and myself, away from Clandestine City to Empire City to get away from my father, the tabloid that was like vultures, wanting to get a bit out of Joesph Greyson’s mistress and illegitimate son. My mother had already been in custody hearings with him, trying her damndest to keep me while going head-to-head with a literal millionaire at the time. At the time I didn’t understand the severity of this, I did not understand how much money can manipulate our legal system, all the way from the police to the very top of the courts. It was only much later did I realize that my father had not used his money and fame to bribe anyone, but rather had given my mother the opportunity to have a fair trial.

But back then I knew none of that. All my little brain could comprehend was the fact that mom and dad were madder with each other than before and mom often lef