Evan walked under the morning sun, feeling so ashamed.He had nothing, no money, no future.All his life, he’d lived with Clara’s family, relying on them for everything.Now, with the divorce finalized, he had nowhere to go.No hope.But one thing was certain, he wouldn’t let her crush his pride again.The thought burned through his pain once again.How dare she bring another man into their home and kiss him right in front of him?Like he was nothing. Like he never mattered.He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of watching him fall apart.He would go and stay with Samson, his best friend for a while.Even though, Samson’s place wasn’t as grand as Clara’s, he didn’t care.He would stay there for now. Till he saved enough and buy himself a house.He boarded a bus and headed straight to work. He arrived at work five minutes early.He didn’t want to, not after the morning he’d had with Clara's family but If he was going to fall, it wouldn’t be in front of them.He kept his head down

Evan kept staring at the woman in the photo, his mother. Althea Sorrenson. Her eyes felt like a mirror, and he could feel some similarities in their features. He looked back up. “Why me? Why all this secrecy? Why was I hidden?”The man sat up straighter, folding his hands in his lap. “It started before you were born.”He took a breath, then continued.“Your mother, Althea, was brilliant. She was the rightful heir to the Sorrenson empire, which merged with the Lancasters through her marriage to Jonathan Lancaster, your father.”Evan’s breath caught. He had a father… and he married into power?The man nodded, as if reading his thoughts.“But power like that comes with enemies. People who didn’t want your mother to inherit, people who didn’t trust Jonathan’s vision of building something more ethical, more sustainable. Your parents weren’t just rich, they were reformers. And that made them dangerous in the eyes of those who profited from the old way of doing things.”Evan swallowed hard.

He shook hands with two, nodded to a third, and took a seat where only billionaires belonged.As Evan calmly took his seat, the event host approached the microphone again, his tone now laced with admiration. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “before we continue, I believe it’s time we clarify the true purpose of tonight’s summit.”He turned slightly, gesturing toward Evan.“This year’s East Atlantic Business & Tech Summit was not just a gathering of innovation, but a celebration. A symbolic event, backed by the largest silent investment this summit has ever received.”The crowd leaned forward.“Funded entirely by Lancaster Holdings… and personally approved by its new majority shareholder.”He let the silence simmer, then declared,“This entire summit was built as an avenue to reintroduce the rightful heir of a trillion-dollar legacy to the world… Mr. Evan Lancaster.”There was a short pause. “The OrionTech merger, while impressive on paper, was never the real headline. That deal was

The rain had stopped by morning and Clara stood among billionaires and business moguls at the grand hall of the Titan Award Gala that evening.The event hadn't officially started, but the pre-award mingling was already in full swing. Men in silk tuxedos. Women draped in designer gowns. The air smelled of wealth and pride. She stood near a tall floral centerpiece, her fingers nervously wrapped around a champagne glass she hadn’t sipped from. Clara hadn’t been on the official guest list.The Titan Award Gala was reserved for the elite — business royalty, heads of corporations, political dignitaries. She no longer fits any of those categories. Not since the Hilton family’s reputation had started slipping years ago.But she was desperate. She spent two hours digging through press releases, insider blogs, and whispered rumors from business journalists. And when she saw Evan’s name listed in a leaked program schedule as the “Special Honoree,” she knew exactly where he’d be.She couldn’t

Evan smiled and turned to her. “I thought you might know him.”“I—I don’t,” Clara snapped. “I’ve never seen him before in my life.”Doctor Jerry turned, eyes wide. “Ma’am, please—don't lie! You paid me to forge the report! You said he’d never find out!”Clara’s face turned pale.“No! He’s lying! You planned this to set me up!” she yelled, Evan laughed.Clara was shaking. “You… you set all this up…”The man fell to his knees, palms raised in surrender.“Please, Mr. Lancaster.” he cried. “She came to my clinic two weeks ago. She said she needed a report to convince you the baby was yours. I didn’t know who you were at first—I swear!”Evan remained still, arms crossed. “She offered money,” Doctor Jerry continued, voice trembling. “Said it was just to get you back. I forged the test under her instructions… everything in that file is fake. She's pregnant but the baby isn't yours”Clara's face was drained of color. “He’s making this up! Evan, I’ve never met this man in my life! Please bel