The Biological Heir Who Erased Himself
Language: en
The moment I discovered I didn't share a single drop of blood with my parents, I stopped being Manhattan’s most reckless, spoiled heir. Instead, I became the quietest, most compliant boy in the room. When Christian wanted my tailored suits, I let him have them. When he ruined my twenty-first birthday party, I didn’t say a word. Even when he smiled and told me he had fallen in love with Serena—my girlfriend of four years—I simply nodded, swallowed my pride, and stepped aside. But the next day, Serena cornered me against the brick wall of the corridor, her eyes bloodshot as she demanded,…