The Heir They Called a Loser

The Custody Notice

The apartment fell completely silent. Outside, even the reporters seemed to vanish into the background.

Ethan stared at the front door, his heart hammering against his ribs.

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• The Custody Notice

  The apartment fell completely silent. Outside, even the reporters seemed to vanish into the background.Ethan stared at the front door, his heart hammering against his ribs.Family Court? Custody? Sophie?It didn't make any sense.Another heavy knock rattled the wood. BANG! BANG! BANG!"Mr. Ethan Carter? We have legal documents that require your signature."Beside him, Vanessa went white as a sheet. "No..." she whispered, almost to herself.

• The First Counterattack

  Ethan couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen.The story was going viral at an alarming speed, every refresh bringing thousands of new comments. Every second that passed, more people learned his name—not as the heir to Blackwood Global, but as a punchline."A delivery guy is going to run a multinational corporation?""Has to be the biggest mistake in corporate history.""Blackwood Global stock is about to crater.""Dude probably never wore a suit until today."His jaw set tight. They weren't just criticizing him; they were mocking his entire life. Every grueling shift. Every sacrifice. Every humiliating day he’d endured just to put food on the table for his daughter.Rebecca lowered her phone. "They moved faster than we expected."Amelia nodded. "They wanted to torpedo his credibility before the employees even got a chance to meet him."Ethan looked between them. "So... they win?"Amelia’s eyes locked onto his immediately. "No," she said without a second of hesitation. "They fired

• The Woman Who Changed the Rules

  The boardroom fell dead silent as twenty pairs of eyes tracked the woman walking in.Amelia Hart moved with calm, deliberate steps, her crisp white suit standing out sharply against the sea of dark corporate attire. She carried no briefcase, no stack of files, and not a single trace of nerves. She didn't need them—her presence alone commanded the entire room.Marcus Kane was the first to find his voice. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone ice-cold.Amelia ignored him completely. Walking past, she stopped beside Ethan and offered a quick, reassuring smile. "Mr. Carter."Ethan stood and took her hand. Her grip was firm and steady. "Thank you for coming," he said softly."You can thank me when we're done."Turning toward the board, Amelia’s warmth vanished instantly, replaced by the razor-sharp focus of a lawyer who had spent years systematically dismantling powerful men in court."My name is Amelia Hart," she announced. "Senior Partner at Hart & Lawson Legal, and the attorney

• The Boardroom War

  The laughter echoed through the boardroom—cold, mocking, and cruel. It was exactly the kind of laughter Ethan had spent his entire life enduring. It was the sound of people who believed they were utterly untouchable, convinced that the numbers in their bank accounts made them a superior species. They looked across the polished mahogany table and saw nothing but a joke: a delivery driver, a construction worker, a poor man wearing an inexpensive suit sitting among titans of industry.Several executives exchanged amused, knowing glances. Others didn't even bother hiding their contempt. One woman smirked openly, while a man beside her shook his head as if watching a train wreck unfold in slow motion.Marcus Kane remained standing at the head of the table, his silver hair perfectly coiffed, his tailored suit likely worth more than any car Ethan had ever owned. Not that Ethan actually owned a car. The acting chairman's smirk widened."You're the heir?"Another wave of chuckles rippled throu

• The Enemy Behind the Curtain

  Ethan didn’t sleep. Not even for a minute.His late-night conversation with Rebecca replayed on an endless loop inside his mind. Ryan Sullivan. Again. The name had become an inescapable shadow, a dark thread woven into the fabric of his life. Every road seemed to lead back to him—every problem, every strange coincidence, and every nagging suspicion. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan.By dawn, Ethan was sitting alone at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the darkness fading outside the window. A cup of coffee rested in front of him, untouched and growing cold. He was trying to think, trying to connect the dots, trying to figure out why a millionaire businessman would care so much about a broken-down construction worker. None of it made sense. Not yet.At seven o’clock, the heavy silence broke as Sophie padded into the kitchen. Her hair was a messy nest, her pajamas were wrinkled, but her smile was absolutely perfect."Daddy," she murmured sleepily.Ethan’s tense expression melted instantly. No matte

• Three Hundred Billion Dollars

  Ethan sat motionless. The conference room, the sprawling city skyline stretching beyond the glass walls, and even Rebecca Hayes herself—it all felt completely surreal. Everything seemed distant and muted, as if he had accidentally stepped into someone else's life."Three hundred billion dollars." The number kept echoing through his head, over and over again like an endless loop.His entire life had been defined by worrying about money. Every single day, every hour, every minute. He spent his time stressing over rent, food, gas, school fees, electricity, debt—just survival. And now, this woman was calmly telling him that he owned more wealth than entire countries. It didn't make sense. None of it made any sense.Rebecca remained patient. She had seen similar reactions before: shock, disbelief, absolute denial. But she could tell Ethan's reaction was different. Unlike most heirs, he hadn't grown up rich. He hadn't attended elite schools, nor had he been prepared for any of this. The man

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