Nicholas Bellingham was drenched in sweat, his clothes clinging to his body as he sprinted down the bustling street. His wristwatch showed he had only ten minutes left to reach the office. If he failed, he would face yet another scolding from his supervisor. The thought alone fueled his pace, his heart pounding not just from the physical exertion but from the mounting pressure of his daily struggles.As he approached the front of the Sky Corporation building, he paused, gasping for air, his chest heaving. He wiped the sweat from his brow and exhaled deeply, trying to steady himself before stepping inside. But just as he reached for the gate, a sharp voice stopped him in his tracks.“Hey, Nick, the pauper! Are you just arriving now?” The voice belonged to a woman, one of his colleagues. She glanced at her wristwatch, her lips curling into a smirk. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you’re late or not. Get me a cup of coffee from down the street,” she commanded, her tone dripping with disdai

Chapter 3Nicholas Bellingham stood frozen in the doorway, his body rigid, his eyes locked on the scene before him. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing, but the truth was undeniable. Fiona, the woman he loved, was entangled with the supervisor in the most intimate and betraying way possible. His heart, already heavy from years of mistreatment and humiliation, shattered into a thousand pieces.Fiona was bent over the desk, her clothes disheveled, while the supervisor stood behind her, his face twisted in pleasure. For a moment, time seemed to stop. Nicholas ’s mind raced, but no words came. The betrayal was too much to process. “Fiona!” he shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of anger, pain, and disbelief.Due to the loud and angry voice, they stopped their so-called fun, and glanced at the person. They froze, their eyes wide with shock as Nicholas stood in the doorway, his heart breaking into a million piecesFiona jerked away from the supervisor instantly, her fac

Chapter 5Nicholas Bellingham was stunned, his chest tight with disbelief as the weight of the situation crashed down on him. His hands trembled as he stared at Fiona and the supervisor, bitterness cloudng his expression.Desperation clawed at his throat as he turned to the middle-aged woman, his voice raw with pleading. “Mrs. Sampson, please—you have to listen to me. None of this is true! I was set up!” He swallowed hard, his words trembling. “I didn’t do any of this… I can’t lose this job. It’s everything to me.”His voice cracked as he shot a furious glance at Fiona. “She’s lying because I threatened to expose her! You have to believe me—”Mrs. Sampson cut him off with a sharp wave of her hand, her face cold and unyielding. “Enough, Mr. Bellingham. The evidence speaks for itself. I won’t entertain excuses.”Nicholas’s knees hit the floor with a thud, his pride shattered. His hands clenched into fists as he fought back the sting of tears. “Please… just one more chance. I’m beggin

Chapter 7The hospital doors flew open as Nicholas Bellingham stormed in, his heart pounding in his chest. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit him immediately, but he barely noticed. Panic had taken full control of him. Without thinking twice, he rushed straight to the reception desk.“Miss, can I know where my sister is?” he asked breathlessly, his voice shaking with worry and fear.The receptionist, startled by his sudden approach, blinked at him in confusion. Her lips tightened into a slight frown. “Good day to you, young man. Who are you looking for? I need the name of the patient and your relationship with them.”“Olivia Bellingham,” Nicholas replied quickly, desperation thick in his voice. “She’s my sister. My biological sister.”The woman gave him a second glance, reading the distress written all over his face. With a quiet sigh, she looked down at the checkbook in front of her, fingers flipping through the pages slowly. Too slow in the eyes of Nicholas. Nicholas couldn’t be

Chapter 9 Nicholas swallowed hard, his mind racing. "W-what do you mean?" The old man straightened, a small smile playing on his lips. "You are Nicholas Bellingham. The last heir of the Bellingham dynasty." Nicholas’s heart stopped. ‘Bellingham dynasty?’ His parents had died when he was young, leaving him and Olivia with nothing but their names. They had struggled every day just to survive. "You’ve been lost to us for years," the old man continued. "But now, you’ve been found." Nicholas couldn’t process it. None of this made sense. "Who… who are you?" The old man placed a hand on his shoulder. "My name is Alfred Graves. I served your family for decades. And now, it’s time for you to come home." Nicholas’s legs threatened to give out. Home? He had no home. Just a tiny apartment he could barely afford. Nicholas Bellingham stood frozen, his mind reeling from the old man’s words. ‘Young Master of the Bellingham family?’ The richest family in the world? It sounded like s