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…”

in the small room. “But she’s never had to fight me.”

I turned and walked past her, the blueprint for a hostile takeover already forming in my mind. Not of a company, but of a dynasty.

Chapter 3: The Emperor’s Gambit

That afternoon, I bypassed the corporate offices of Hayes Holdings and drove directly to the heavily gated enclave of Silver Oak. The estate continue reading …