The Billionaires Worship My Abs
Language: en
In my previous life, I was the internet's reigning gym daddy - a six-foot-two monolith of warm smiles, protective hugs, and shredded aesthetic mass who baked sourdough bread for millions of adoring followers. Then I woke up in a parallel universe where humanity had somehow devolved into a fragile empire of scrawny twigs. As it turned out, I was the long-lost biological heir to the Kingsley dynasty, cast adrift for eighteen years among the working-class hinterlands before blood tests finally brought me home. But on my very first afternoon standing in the vaulted marble foyer of the family…