Chapter 1

Dax Edmund, a simple man with black hair and blue eyes, built from manual work was heading to his wife's apartment after a gruesome day at work.

He wanted to surprise her with the gift he bought her from the jewelry store. His chest lifted with pride, with every dollar he scraped to afford the jewelry piece as a token of his love.

He approached her apartment and knocked. He was met with a beautiful lady with red hair and her body was emblazoned with a satiny white robe. He took her in but she was not impressed.

He heard a male voice in the background until he came face to face with Kevin Korbin who smiled deviously.

"Who the hell is this?"

"That's my boyfriend, Kevin Korbin."

"Are you serious?" He lurched forward, his blood pumping with adrenaline. "But I'm your husband, how could you invite such a man into your apartment?"

Allora pushed him.

"I would ask the same thing about you. Allora deserves better." Korbin said to him. "There's only one man in her life and that man is me."

Dax clenched his fist, his eyes were bloodshot. "You're cheating on me? What exactly have I done to you?"

"You'll never amount to anything, Dax, you're poor and incompetent compared to Korbin who's capable of taking care of my needs. We're seperating, expect a divorce soon."

Dax swallowed the hard lump in his throat, he lunged at Korbin who pushed him back

In spite of all the attack, Allora called the guards.

Dax struggled against the three men. "Let me go. You'll regret this, I promise you!"

They tossed him out of the hotel. Dax picked up from the floor, his heart was shattered after what she said to him. His in-laws the Hills treated him like a stain on their reputation, he could never live up to their expectations regardless. There was no way that they would respect a manual construction worker like him.

Dax shed tears trembling, he had lost his wife to Korbin who was richer than he was. He covered his face going home in shame.

Dax's day shattered while he was headed to work, Haven Homestead, one of the most renowned estate companies in the world. It was his pay day, the city took on a different shade at night, it was wreaking with predatory loan sharks who oppressed homeless people who didn't pay a fine.

If he didn't pay his rent, he would be dead meat. He struggled to get to work and he encountered his fellow workers on coffee break on the unrefined side of Haven Homestead, where houses were still being built.

Dax had no parental figures, he had always tried to get by on his own. He went to the manager's office.

Mr McFadden met him with a defiant stare.

"I need to get my paycheck. Everyone else has got paid."

"Let me think about that. Till tomorrow."

"But sir, I need this urgently. Isn't there anything you can do?"

Mr McFadden was aware of the workers chuckling outside of his office. "Since you insist."

He scrawled on the cheque and tossed it at him.

Dax picked up the check.

"Poor thing, now you have to come begging for a pay check." They snorted.

Dax kept his head up. He always had to prove himself.

He went to the landlord and he was surprised when his sons tossed his bags out.

"Hey what are you doing?" He scrambled to gather his things.

"I have the money. It's almost night time."

"You can't stay here anymore you reprobate, this was your last warning."

"But I have the money, just give me time to_"

"No, I've had enough of your delays, move out of my apartment this instant." He yelled to the hearing of the other tenants who roared with laughter.

His eyes were bloodshot and he left with his things, shaking and his eyes watered.

He fingered a watch, the only possession he had since he was a baby in the orphanage. He felt that it had a connection to his past.

He tried as much as possible to hide from the sharks but alas three menacing figures with clubs came after him.

Dax trembled perspiring, and his eyes were the size of marbles when they met him. He was at his tipping point and if they took his money, he wouldn't be afford a home. He took a defensive stance.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be here, oh well."

"Hand the money over, dipshit."

Dax frowned. He pulled the club out of the way and he snapped the side of his hand against his neck. The second bashed him on the back.

"Argh!" He cried out and pushed the second holding his shoulder blade.

The third kicked him in the gut and he rolled over.

"Hehe, $3600, this is just more than what we need." They took his phone and his other belongings away.

Dax coughed rolling on the ground. "My stuff." He gasped trying to get up.

As long as he was alive and homeless, they would come back, everyday to haunt him. He cried, he didn't know what else to do. He could not contact his friends and Neville was away due to sickness.

He picked up walking towards the bridge.

Then suddenly a fleet of cars rolled in.

"Mr Edmund." A lady called sprinting towards him.

The bodyguards secured him.

"My name's Estelle Delaney, a private investigator affiliated to Mr James Edmund." Estelle said showing him a badge.

Dax's throat clogged. "Edmund?"

Bryson hurried towards him. "We found you at last."

"You're the lost son of Thomas and Sarah Edmund. The heir to the trillion dollar company called Haven Homestead."

Dax shook while they took him, he followed willingly towards the limousines.

He stayed still while the workers stitched up his back.

Estelle and Bryson waited while he recovered.

He took in the suite, breathless now. "So who am I?"