The Billionaire’s Lost Heir
For twenty-eight years, Ethan Cole has known only one thing, survival.
Working three backbreaking jobs to keep his bedridden mother alive, Ethan endures every humiliation life throws at him. His wages are stolen, his boss beats him, and his girlfriend leaves him for a billionaire bully who forces him to his knees for a laugh. Ethan swallows his pride because his mother's hospital bills matter more than his dignity.
But when a desperate attempt to make extra cash lands him in the wrong room at the wrong time, his wealthy enemies frame him for corporate theft. Beaten by security, publicly ruined on national television, and forced to watch from a jail cell as the shock sends his mother into a coma, Ethan loses the very last thing he has left.
Then, the richest man in the country walks into his freezing cell and shatters his reality.
Overnight, the worthless nobody becomes Ethan Sterling, the missing heir to the world’s largest business empire. The people who once spat on him are suddenly fighting for his favor. Backed by billions, Ethan refuses their apologies. One by one, he methodically strips his abusers of their wealth, their power, and everything they stole from others.
But just as absolute victory is within his grasp, a deathbed confession tears his new life apart.
The car crash that killed his biological parents twenty-five years ago was never an accident. It was a cold-blooded murder. And the killer hasn't just been hiding, he has been standing right beside Ethan this entire time, and he has already sprung the trap to finish what he started twenty-five years ago...
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Chapter: The Black CardChapter 7The Rolls-Royce convoy glided through Manhattan, in silence. Ethan couldn’t stop looking out the window. The buildings he'd passed a thousand times, the deli where he bought coffee, the laundromat where he washed his work clothes, the bus stop where he'd waited in the rain, they all looked different now. Like he was seeing them through someone else's eyes.Every few seconds, he glanced at Victor.The old man sat perfectly still. His hands folded over his cane. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was meditating, or sleeping, or simply existing in a state of calm that Ethan couldn't begin to understand.Ethan looked at his own reflection in the window. He was looking dirty and his clothes were torn. He looked away.Victor opened his eyes. "You're wondering why I'm not more emotional," he said quietly.Ethan blinked. "I…""Twenty-eight years," Victor continued. "Twenty-eight years of searching, hoping, and grieving." His voice was soft, and almost distant. "And now you
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Chapter: Leaving the CellChapter 6"I’m taking my grandson home."Victor’s voice wasn't loud, but it made Ethan stare at him, with his mind completely refusing to process the words. ‘Grandson and home’ Just a few hours ago, he had been on his knees in a puddle of spilled soy sauce and crushed lobster, begging Damien Cross for a few wet hundred-dollar bills while wealthy strangers laughed. Now, the patriarch of the wealthiest empire in the country was standing in front of him, claiming him as blood."I can't," Ethan said, shaking his head slowly as he backed away from the open cell door.Victor looked at him, his expression was entirely calm, almost serene. "You can, Ethan.""No, you don't understand," Ethan insisted, his voice rising in panic as he pointed to the steel bars. "I'm under arrest. I was caught at the Hart Group. Damien... they accused me of corporate espionage. The police aren't just going to let me walk out of here because you asked them to."Victor’s lips curved into a faint, chilly smile. "Th
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Chapter: The Blood TestChapter 5"No."Ethan stepped back, dragging his muddy work boots through the cell's grime until his shoulders hit the cold iron bars. He stared at the crisp white envelope on the rusted bench between them as if it were a venomous snake coiled to strike. Neither man stayed quiet. The silence in the cell was suffocating, broken just by the distant, little sound of the television.Victor kept his cool. He simply waited, He simply folded his hands over the silver head of his cane, waiting and watching Ethan with an expression that held no judgment. Only patience. The patience of a man who had waited twenty-eight years and could wait a few minutes more."I'm not opening it," Ethan said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. He hugged his arms tightly around his aching chest, trying to suppress the tremors running through his body."Why?" Victor asked quietly."Because if I open it..." Ethan's voice snapped, making a rough sound. "Then one of us is lying. And if you're telling the truth..
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Chapter: The Impossible TruthChapter 4Ethan pressed his back harder into the damp corner of the cell, his chest was heaving. Every sharp breath sent an uneven spike of pain through his bruised ribs. He stared at the immaculate, elderly man standing in the center of the filth. He didn't understand anything he was saying. “Victor Sterling.”The name echoed in Ethan’s ringing ears, but it didn't make any sense. Suddenly, a dry, raspy laugh tore its way out of Ethan’s throat. It was a pathetic sound, devoid of humor, and it ended in a wet cough. He wiped the dried blood from his split lip with the back of his trembling, dirt-stained hand. "Right. Let me guess. Damien sent you, didn't he? This is another one of his games. Humiliate the garbage boy, film his reaction, post it online for a few million views.”Ethan’s voice shook, with unshed tears and pure exhaustion. He tried to push himself up straighter against the wall, but his bruised ribs screamed and he slumped back, breathing hard. "Is this his new game? Havi
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Chapter: Unknown GuestChapter 3“I am innocent, please I didn't do anything.” Ethan cried, pressing his back against the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest, shaking. His ribs ached with every breath. Another trail of blood dripped from his swollen nose down to the collar of his torn blue jumpsuit.Down the hallway, a small TV was on, airing the evening news."Police arrested a suspect today at Hart Group headquarters..." the news anchor said.Ethan squeezed his eyes shut. But he could still hear it. He opened them and looked through the steel bars. He saw his bruised, terrified face flashed on the screen. Below his picture, the bold red letters read: ‘CORPORATE THIEF CAUGHT.’"No," Ethan choked out. He wiped his nose, smearing the blood across his cheek. "I didn't do anything. I am honest. I'm just a cleaner."While he was crying, he heard someone coming towards the cell. ‘Clack. Clack. Clack.’A police guard stopped in front of Ethan's cell. He held a wooden baton and tapped it against the steel bars.
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Chapter: The AccusationChapter 2Just as the call ended. Ethan exclaimed, “Oh my God!” with tears dropping down his face. While Damien continued laughing at him. He picked the very last remaining money on the floor. He didn't look at anybody he got and ran. He pushed through the glass doors of the hotel and onto the busy sidewalk. "Please!" He grabbed a man in a gray suit by the sleeve. "My mom is dying. I just need a few dollars. Please."The man yanked his arm away, wiping his sleeve like Ethan had infected him. "Get off me, junkie."Ethan also fell but he held himself. "Help! Anyone!" he yelled, acting like a madman and crying. A woman in a red coat tossed a single quarter at his feet and kept walking. A group of teenagers sitting on a bench pointed at him and laughed loudly. Ethan fell to his knees on the hard concrete. He covered his face with dirty hands, sobbing. He had failed."Hey. Stop crying."Ethan looked up. An old man wearing a faded blue delivery cap sat on a rusty bicycle near the curb."B
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