My Uncle Owns Everything You Stole

My mother had said that whichever son got into a top university would inherit the company. I got my acceptance to Harvard, exactly as I'd hoped, and she kept her word: the company would be mine.

But the moment I went to sign my name as heir, the big screen above the banquet stage lit up with footage of me selling company secrets to our biggest rival.

The whole room erupted. One mouth against hundreds. I never stood a chance.

My fiancée, her face flushed with fury, dragged me out and demanded an explanation.