Her Son Works for the Man She Destroyed

The day of my baby sister's one-month celebration, my father took her out, and on the road a car ploughed into them.

My mother—the woman worth hundreds of millions—pulled every doctor away to save her first love instead, all because he said the smell of blood made him want to be sick.

That night my father and my month-old sister were left to die where they lay, and I was framed and thrown out of the house.

In the twenty years that followed, I lived on the charity of my father's oldest friend and a drive that left no room for keeping myself alive, until I became Mr.