The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Innocent person

As he leaned against the old, graffiti-covered wall, his eyes flickered with a mixture of defiance and weariness. The dimly lit alleyway embraced him like a hidden sanctuary, shielding him from the judgmental eyes of society. The tendrils of smoke curled around his fingers, intertwining with his thoughts, as he took another drag of the cigarette, its ember casting eerie shadows on his face.

In a voice tinged with melancholy, he confided his reasons for indulging in the dangerous allure of drugs and cigarettes. "I am not scared of all these things," he murmured, almost as if trying to convince himself. "They offer a glimpse, a fleeting taste of the wild unknown that we so often conceal from others."

Yet, amidst his own self-imposed exile, there was a genuine concern that resonated within his words, a heartfelt desire to protect someone he held dear. With a flicker of vulnerability, he continued, "But you deserve a better life than this. That's what I want you to understand." His eyes s