As a billionaire, I came to tear down my old home, but froze at the sight of my “dead” wife holding a child. Seeing his little face, my legs gave out and a sob broke from my throat. I reached out, crying, “Is… is that my son?” With a terrified look, she slammed the door and whispered, “Forgive me…”

Chapter 1: The Phantom of Maple Street

The obsidian expanse of the luxury sedan insulated me from the chaotic rhythm of the city. From the backseat, I watched the towering monoliths of steel and glass blur past the tinted windows. I was Ethan Hayes, a man who had built an empire on the ashes of his own soul. At thirty-six, I was the undisputed architect continue reading …