John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.

Ten years ago, John Hardwick was the golden boy of the nation. The youngest billionaire in history. The face of every magazine. The pride of the powerful Hardwick dynasty; worth trillions. He was rich, brilliant, devastatingly handsome, and born to inherit an empire. But then… he made one mistake. A scandal so massive it rocked the country. His grandfather; the terrifying patriarch of the Hardwick family, was furious. Disgraced, John vanished overnight. His name was wiped clean from the internet. No news, no photos, no trace. As if he never existed. People said he was dead. Some whispered he ran away. But soon, the world forgot him entirely. What no one knew was that he didn’t disappear… he was exiled. His grandfather didn’t just cut him off—he threw him into the harshest military unit in the world. No mercy. No privileges. Just blood, fire, and war. For ten brutal years, John was forged like steel in the furnace of hell. He rose through the ranks, unstoppable. Fearless. Lethal. Eventually, he earned a title that sent shivers through the enemy ranks: GOD OF WAR. Now, he’s back. Not as a spoiled billionaire—but as a weapon. A king in exile returned. And this time, he’s taking back everything that was his. The name. The throne. The trillion-dollar empire. And anyone who stands in his way… will fall.

As the world’s most dangerous and outrageous missions begin piling up—from dismantling corporations to outwitting billionaires’ most important workers and daughters—one thing becomes clear: William won’t just climb the ladder of success. He’ll set fire to it and build his own throne at the top. Power. Vengeance. Wealth. Women. And one man bold enough to claim them all.

BLURB Alexander Morello has mastered the art of surviving in silence—until survival means swallowing one humiliation too many. At Winston College, he's the outcast, the charity case, the punching bag for Paxton Jennings, the school's golden quarterback. But when a cruel assault on his dignity crosses the line, something in Alexander begins to crack.