From Trash to Tycoons—My Bro and I Came Back for Blood

My sworn brother and I were the notorious "Twin Devils" of the orphanage.

I had a sharp tongue that could make anyone cry, while he was the kind who solved problems with his fists—"reasoning" through brute strength.

No one in the entire orphanage dared to mess with us. Even the guard dog would tuck its tail and slink away when we walked by.

When we were eight, the director came over one afternoon with a well-dressed couple while we were squatting in a corner, poking at an anthill.