The Abandoned Heir’s Counterattack for Equity
Language: en
The day my father signed over 30% of the company to the golden boy he raised instead of me, the woman I’d loved for ten years dumped me. “Omid,” Kiki said, sitting across from me in the cafe booth. “This is it for us.” A tremor ran through my fingertips. “Why?” “I’ve been waiting for five years,” she said, her eyes welling up. “You told me that once you got your stake in the family business, we could finally buy a place in the city, get married. And now? Where’s the equity, Omid?” I started to explain, but she cut me off. “In your parents’ eyes, you, their real son, are worth less than the…