LEWIS GORDON: RETURN OF THE FORGOTTEN HEIR

Lewis lounged on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through tech headlines. Then his thumb froze mid-swipe.

“Revolutionary Solar Power Bank Upgraded by Red Origin Technologies,” the TechCrunch headline blared.

That was exactly his design and blueprint. The same one he had locked away after countless nights of solder burns, sleepless caffeine hazes, and failures that nearly broke him.

Only one person had seen him bleed for it, Bianca.

He shot upright, the phone trembling in his grip.

“No way… This is mine.”

His chest tightened.

He stormed out of the sitting room and found Bianca by the mirror, humming while adjusting her jewelry.

“Bianca!”

His voice cracked with raw disbelief.

He shoved the screen toward her face.

“What am I seeing? Look! Did you sell my prototype to Red Origin? Because their design is mine, every crooked wire, every rough edge. The exact way I built and assembled it.”

His words were low and measured.

“Answer me.”

Bianca’s lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes glittering with cruelty.

“Yeah, I sold it,” she said, calm and sharp.

“I’ve been living with you in brokenness for months, waiting while you played genius, but you refused to turn that idea into money. So I did what you couldn’t.”

Lewis staggered back.

His heart dropped into his stomach.

The woman he trusted, the woman who watched him grind through nights of sweat and failure, had turned snake.

“You… you really mean this?”

His voice trembled with half fury and half heartbreak.

“After everything I’ve done for you? Didn’t I tell you this was the breakthrough? That we’d present it to the big tech companies, or even the government? We were supposed to rise together. And you sold it without my consent.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and fired back.

“Damn right I did. And I don’t regret it. Why should I wait for you? You never act; you just keep talking. By then someone else would’ve stolen it anyway. At least it paid off.”

Lewis’s chest heaved, rage boiling under his skin.

He pointed a shaking finger at her, voice cracking.

“You sold my suffering, every sleepless night, every scrap I pieced together from junk. And now you stand here defending it?”

His voice dropped, sharp and cold.

“I didn’t know I was sharing a roof with a traitor.”

Bianca crossed her arms, nails tapping against her arm.

“Are you done ranting? Because, for your notice, I already filed an application under my name. So forget it and move on.”

The room spun for Lewis.

His throat felt dry as dust.

“You… you even stole my sketchbook.”

His voice cracked, louder now.

“I’ll take this to court. I’ll drag your lies into the light, I swear it.”

Bianca smirked, tilting her head as if admiring herself.

“Yeah, I took it. That’s why the patent was registered in my name. Plan another idea, Mr. Genius.”

Lewis’s fists clenched, knuckles whitening.

“How much?”

His voice was cold and sharp.

“How much did you sell it for? Did you even do it to pull us out of poverty?”

She let out a short laugh.

“What’s your business with how much I got? Forget it, because I’ll never tell you.”

She leaned closer.

“I didn’t sell it for us. I sold it for me. I’m tired of living like some charity case while you play inventor. At least I know how to secure a bag. Learn from me.”

Lewis’s voice rose.

“Secure a bag? I’ve been feeding you, clothing you, and putting you first even when I had nothing left for myself! And you call that nothing? You repay love with betrayal?”

Bianca scoffed, brushing imaginary dust off her dress.

“Love? What have you done for me, really? Pennies and promises. I sold your toy, and now I can finally live the life I deserve.”

Lewis’s eyes narrowed, veins pulsing in his temples.

“Then why are you still here? Why are you still living in this log cabin if you’ve made your millions?”

Bianca’s lips parted in a cruel smile.

“I’m moving, don’t worry. Soon I’ll be in a luxury house, living like the princess I was always meant to be. You? You’ll still be stuck here. Broken. Dreaming.”

Lewis’s jaw locked.

His voice dropped to a deadly calm.

“You think you’ve escaped poverty through me. But you’ve failed. As long as I live, you won’t enjoy that stolen money. Not a cent.”

She laughed in his face, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Empty threats. You don’t even know where I’ll be. You can’t stop me. You’re still the same broke dreamer, Lewis.”

He took a long breath.

“I won’t repeat myself. Return what’s mine, or I’ll make sure the truth finds you.”

Bianca blew him a kiss, her tone mocking.

“Thanks for giving me this huge opportunity; I hope you’ve learned something.”

She turned back to her mirror, humming, applying makeup like nothing had happened.

Lewis stood frozen, his gaze drifting to the pile of power bank debris on the table.

Memories hit him like punches: long nights scavenging dead laptop batteries—broken solar panels, the countless failures, and the final breakthrough when it finally charged his phone faster than anything else. The happiness he felt, the innovation that was his hope, now stolen.

The outdated Sony TV flickered behind him.

The Fox News anchor’s voice cut through his fog.

“Red Origin Technologies will host a grand event today to unveil their revolutionary solar power bank upgrade to the public…”

Lewis bristled silently, every word burning through his veins.

His hands shook as he gripped the phone, unable to steady them.

Then Bianca’s phone rang.

She picked it up with a smirk—her tone soft, almost seductive.

“I’m almost done, Mr. Kingston,” she purred.

“Yes… I’ll be there before the unveiling. Tell the press not to start without me. This is my moment.”