They Chose the Adopted Heir,So I Bankrupted the Family Empire

The year I graduated college, my parents cut off both my living expenses and my adopted brother's, announcing that whoever built a successful business would inherit the family company.

I headed south. Lionel Dickerson went north. We'd each have to make it on our own.

For three years I worked myself to the bone, finally growing my startup into a company worth over a hundred million dollars. But to avoid any conflict with Lionel over the family business, I lied—told everyone I'd failed—and came back home.