“Oh my God!” someone cried out from the crowd. “Call the police! Somebody call an ambulance!”Gasps and murmurs rippled through the guests as they backed away from the man lying lifeless on the floor. Jamal’s eyes were wide with horror, his hands trembling at his sides. “I.. I didn’t mean to... I swear, I didn’t mean to push him so hard,” he stammered, his voice cracking with fright. He took a step forward, but before he could reach the man, Mark and David came charging at him. “You bastard!” Mark growled, grabbing his arm so roughly it felt like it might tear from its socket.David seized his other arm, his face red with fury. “What have you done?! You’ve killed him!”“No! Please! I didn’t mean.. he pushed me first! I was just... just trying to defend myself!” Jamal pleaded, his words tumbling over each other as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. "Please, listen to me!”“Enough of his lies!” Mrs Smith's voice cut through the chaos, striding toward them with fury in h

For the first time in years…Jamal slept without fear; there was no cold voice ordering him awake, or anyone pouring drink on him for waking up late.He stirred slightly.For a moment, he didn’t move, he simply laid there; frozen and really confused by his sudden reality.After what felt like forever, his eyes eventually flew open, and he sat up abruptly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed slowly.He stood and walked toward the balcony doors, pushing them open.Below was a view of the mansion, some staff were already moving around as early.This wasn’t a dream.His throat tightened.He had spent years waking up to insult and humiliation.Now…He woke up to power.A knock suddenly came at the door snapping through his chain of thoughts. Jamal straightened instinctively.“Come in,” he said.The door opened and Evelyn entered. “Good morning, Mr. Lincoln.”Hearing the title hit him differently, it was a reminder that this is really happening.“Don’t call me that,” he mumbled.Sh

This was the day the world meets Jamal Collins Lincoln... Not once did Andrew's threats shake him the tiniest bit, he has gone through what could have killed an ordinary man and survived, he isn't about to shy away now, and certainly not for the man responsible for his parents death.They pulled up at the company building, and as Jamal stepped out, followed by Evelyn, Cameras flashed near the main entrance, journalists were present as well, their eyes already searching for a glimpse of the mysterious new Lincoln heir. But before they could reach the elevator that led to the upper floors, two familiar figures emerged from the next row of parked cars. Mrs. Smith. And Eva.Ofcourse they'll be in attendance for the official introduction of the new Lincoln group's CEO, maybe even have a one or two tricks up their sleeves to win his heart... But if only they know.They hadn’t seen him yet, too busy staring around and whispering to each other. But when Eva finally turned... those cold, mo

The Smith's mansion. Mrs. Smith stood near the center of the room, gripping her phone so tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably. “Call them back again!” she snapped at one of the assistants hovering nearby. “Tell them it's not what it looks like!”The assistant hesitated. “Ma’am… they’ve already...“I said call them!” Mrs. Smith barked.The assistant flinched and hurried away.The entire mansion was in chaos.Ever since Jamal made that announcement, it's been all south with the Smith's industries.Every single call they received were contract termination, there wasn't even any chance to explain.And worse, it was all over the Internet, every post about them had millions of views, and the comments were horrible. Across the room, Mark was pacing back and forth, running a hand through his hair repeatedly. “This doesn’t make sense,” he muttered. “This doesn’t make any sense at all.”David sat slumped on the couch, staring at his phone like he was waiting for the investors that had