The university hall was filled with the excited murmurs of graduating students, proud parents, and faculty members. The ceremony proceeded as each names were called met with applause and cheers. But when the dean announced, "Snow Reeds—summa cum laude, valedictorian, and recipient of the Chancellor’s Award for Academic Excellence," the applause was thunderous. No one in the audience—not her classmates, not even her professors—knew the truth about Snow. To them, Snow was just another brilliant student, a quiet but determined young woman who had worked hard for her achievements. None of them suspected she was the sister of Barry Reeds, the most powerful and wealthiest man in the world. Snow had kept her identity hidden deliberately, wanting to earn her success on her own merits, not because of her brother's name or wealth. And she succeeded.As she walked across the stage to receive her honors, her gaze swept over the crowd—and then she saw them. Barry. Veronica. And a lit

The next morning, Snow pulled up before Sullivan Group’s headquarters in a taxi cab. Her stomach twisted nto knots as she took a deep breath and she entered the lobby through the revolving doors. She had dressed in a crisp white blouse, a tailored navy blazer, and black heels. The employees bustled around the lobby, but no one paid her any attention. No one in the company knew she was Barry’s sister. No one knew that the trillion-dollar empire was now under her control. This was perfect. With her identity hidden, she could easily maneuver around the company. Snow clutched her employment letter tighter and headed for the elevators, her heels clicking against the polished marble. The doors slid open, and she stepped inside, pressing the button for the top floor. Veronica had already briefed her on what floor she must ascend to and who's office she should find. When the elevator stopped on the tenth floor, she got out and found the office she was looking for.Mr. Gowon's office.

Snow pulled out her phone, her fingers moving swiftly across the screen. The board members exchanged glances as the line rang. Then—Barry voice crackled through the speaker. "Hey, Snow? How are you doing?"She didn’t waste a second. "Barry, I’m being falsely accused of embezzling $6 billion. Mr. Gowon forged my signature and he somehow managed to convince the board to turn against me. As I speak to you right now, they are about to fire me."A brief silence ensued after Snow reported the situation to Barry. Then Barry’s voice dropped to a cold whisper. "Hand the phone to Gowon." Snow extended the phone toward Gowon, her expression deadpan. "The chairman wants to speak with you.Gowon’s chest swelled with joy. Finally, his moment had come. Snow had made a huge mistake calling the chairman. He had all the evidences he needed to frame Snow and win the chairman over to his side. This was a huge win for him and a loss to Snow. Gowon took the phone, an overconfident grin plastere

Snow stood still, droplets of champagne sliding down her face. She didn’t flinch, didn’t wipe it off. Her eyes remained fixed on Melissa, cold and razor-sharp. “What are you doing here, Melissa?” Melissa sneered, tossing her hair. "I could ask you the same thing. This is my grandfather’s party. You weren’t invited." "I’m here on business," Snow said, wiping the liquid from her cheek. "You just spilled champagne all over a very expensive dress. How dare you?”"I don’t care!" Melissa snapped. "This is my grandfather's event. I don’t want your face here. Get out, or I’ll have security drag you out."Snow slowly turned to Victor, her eyes hard. "Wait a minute. She’s your granddaughter?"Victor’s face drained of color. Panic washed over him like a crashing tide. "Melissa—" He seized her arm, his fingers digging in. "What do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea who this is?"Melissa yanked free, glaring. "Yes, I know exactly who she is! Snow—the bitch who ruined my life!" He

Lionel Graves leaned back in his plush chair, the crystal chandelier above glinting off his gold Rolex. He was having dinner with two business associates at a fancy restaurant called Le Ciel Blanc.He twirled his wine glass, grinning at his two associates."Fellas," he clicked glasses with them, "I swear, this charity gig is the best thing I’ve ever done. Three million this quarter alone. And the best part? The donors keep pouring in, weeping about poor orphaned children. Pathetic.""You're a genius, Graves," one associate chuckled. "You're raking in money like leafs."The other associate—a younger man with thinning hair asked cautiously. "What about the kids at BrightStar? Aren't they—"Graves waved him off. "Living off rice and prayers, just like they should be." He paused as he took a swig of wine. "Orphans are business, gentlemen. You think I got this watch feeding brats? Listen to me, Kids crying in the rain make for excellent fundraising ads. Fixing that place would ruin the a