Chapter 1"Dylan, hurry and bring me my shoes!" Valerie Haroldson’s sharp voice rang out impatiently.Dylan rushed to the dressing room, where Valerie’s vast collection of shoes and clothes was neatly displayed. He carefully selected the pair she had chosen and returned to place them in front of her.Valerie’s long, elegant legs stretched out—smooth, pale, and stunning. Dylan couldn’t help but swallow hard. His wife was breathtakingly beautiful."Put them on my feet!" Valerie snapped, snapping Dylan out of his reverie.Dylan took a deep breath and knelt down, obeying her command. As he slipped the shoes onto her feet, his hand inadvertently brushed against her smooth calf.With a sharp movement, Valerie pressed her heel into his hand. Pain shot through Dylan’s fingers."Get your filthy hands off me!" she hissed, her glare piercing.Dylan withdrew his hand, wincing. He straightened up, took another deep breath, and said softly, "Happy birthday, Val.""I don’t need your wishes," she sne

A sleek black limousine pulled up and opened its door for Dylan. A man bowed respectfully as he held the door open. On either side of the car, bodyguards in dark sunglasses stood guard.“Please step inside, Young Master,” one of the bodyguards said.Alicia grabbed Dylan’s arm.“Come on, Brother. Grandpa can’t wait to see you,” she said with urgency.Dylan hesitated, but Alicia’s words spurred him into action, and he stepped into the luxurious car.Now seated beside Alicia, Dylan stared out the window as the car sped through the city. It all felt surreal. He still couldn’t believe it when the doctor said he was well enough to leave the hospital, only for Alicia to show up and take him to the Harrison family mansion.“Alicia,” Dylan said cautiously, “what if you’re wrong? What if I’m not really your twin brother?”“I’m not stupid, Brother. Our family’s private investigator has confirmed everything. You’re my twin brother, separated 25 years ago. Grandpa will explain everything when we a

Dylan opened his heavy eyes. The sound of a woman crying was so close. He trembled, wondering if it was the sound of a ghost. Dylan forced his eyes open."You've done this to me!" the woman's voice sobbed."What? Done what?" Dylan lifted his body, his eyes wide with disbelief. His hands lifted the brown blanket that covered him."Hah! What did you do to me?" His body tensed, demanding answers from the girl in front of him."You defiled me, Sir! You took my honor!" The woman's sobs echoed again."No, no." Dylan shifted his body and fell off the bed. He quickly covered his lower body when he saw his pants scattered on the floor.The bedroom door swung open. Several reporters, along with a beautiful woman, were in tears."Dylan? What are you doing with her?" the voice screamed, followed by flashes from the reporters' cameras blinding him. The reporters snapped photos of Dylan, topless, and the woman in the bed, naked and crying.Valerie's hand shot up, quickly aiming for Dylan's cheek. "

The crystal chandeliers sparkled, illuminating the luxurious Blue Sky restaurant—a place reserved for the privileged few, usually those wielding the most exclusive credit cards. The black card, limitless in its usage. Tables were meticulously arranged, adorned with silk napkins, porcelain plates, and first-class service that attended to every prestigious detail.Max entered the restaurant with Valerie by his side, his eyes gleaming with pride and his smile radiating arrogance. “This is where the big players dine, the crème de la crème. Our kind of place,” he whispered to Valerie, his tone suggesting the entire world had paused to take notice of him.Valerie smiled, gazing at Max, who looked immensely proud. “You really know how to make me feel special.”A waiter approached, presenting them with an exclusive menu. Max confidently placed his black card on the table, showcasing it as though the entire restaurant needed to see. “Make sure we get the finest dishes,” he said smugly, his eye

Max walked into the living room, which was filled with tense silence. His father stood in the center of the room, face red, eyes full of anger. Several of their relatives were standing around, all looking at Max with disappointment and dissatisfaction that was impossible to hide."What happened?" Max tried to remain calm, but his gaze couldn’t hide the nervousness creeping up inside him.His father, Andrew Miller, stepped forward with clenched fists. "You want to know what happened?" His voice trembled with emotion. "Our company's stock has plummeted, Max. Investors have lost trust, and you... you're just out there enjoying yourself at fancy restaurants, flaunting your credit card!"Max was shocked, not expecting things to be this bad. "This must be a misunderstanding. Maybe the investors are overreacting or... or...""Stop making excuses!" Andrew cut him off, his voice loud and filled with rage. "With all this, we could go bankrupt in the blink of an eye, Max! And it's all because of