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Chapter 1: The Stain on the Marble
The marble floors were pristine—shining like the surface of still water—until the mop skidded just a little too far and knocked over the cleaning bucket.
A splash of soapy water spread across the foyer.
A moment later, thunder.
“Idiot!”
The shout echoed off the high ceilings of the Rosewell Mansion like a whip crack. Gregory flinched, already dropping to his knees, scrambling to soak the water up with his sleeves before anyone else could see it.
Too late.
Mr. Rosewell, tall and broad with a jaw clenched so tight it looked carved from granite, stormed into the room in his slippers.
“I told you to clean quietly! Now look—look at this mess! This is imported Carrara marble! Do you even know what that is? Of course you don’t.”
Gregory kept his eyes down. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
Mr. Rosewell’s voice dropped to a quieter, more dangerous tone. “It never should’ve happened.”
Behind him, Gregory could hear the snickers.
Here they come.
Seth, the eldest son, leaned against the staircase railing with a grin that never reached his eyes. “Maybe if you had a brain, you wouldn’t be mopping like a caveman.”
Chase and Devin, the second and third sons, followed behind, like hyenas waiting for the alpha to strike. Devin even pantomimed slipping in the water, flailing like a clown, earning a round of laughter.
Gregory said nothing.
It never helped to talk back. Never.
Not here.
Just as Mr. Rosewell turned to leave, the youngest of the family appeared on the steps, barefoot in his pajamas, holding a comic book. Samuel. Twelve years old and the only person in the house who’d ever spoken to Gregory like he was human.
He frowned as he looked at the scene. “You okay?”
Gregory gave him a quick nod. “All good, Sam.”
Seth groaned. “Ugh. Don’t talk to him. You’ll catch his poverty.”
“Better that than your arrogance,” Sam mumbled, too low for the others to hear.
Gregory saw it though—heard it—and it nearly broke him.
Kindness hurt more than cruelty. Because it reminded him of everything he never had.
That night, after cleaning the mess and re-cleaning the marble (under Chase’s watchful, taunting eye), Gregory collapsed onto his narrow cot in the attic.
No bed frame. No sheets. Just a mattress, a blanket, and a window with no glass.
He stared up at the ceiling, counting the spiderwebs he knew by heart. One… two… five…
His mind wandered—as it often did—to the news clip he’d watched in the kitchen earlier.
An old man in a wheelchair. White hair like snow. Breathing through tubes. Surrounded by cameras.
“I don’t want sympathy,” the man had said. “I want truth. My son was taken from me 25 years ago. I had nothing then. Now I have more than I ever needed—but no one to give it to. I’m not dying until I find him. He’s out there. And I’m waiting.”
There was something about the way he said it—like a promise to the universe.
Gregory felt something stir deep inside him.
He didn’t know why… but he’d watched that clip five times already.
The next morning
“Up! You’re ten minutes late!”
Gregory was already halfway dressed when Mr. Rosewell threw open the attic door. The man didn’t climb stairs. He simply shouted.
“Breakfast. Then windows. Then yard.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And for God’s sake, do something about your face. You look like you’ve lost a fight with a vacuum cleaner.”
Gregory didn’t bother responding.
He headed down to the kitchen, where the cook barely acknowledged him. He grabbed a stale piece of bread and chewed it slowly, watching the TV mounted in the corner.
The same news clip again. The billionaire’s search.
He moved closer.
The name flashed on screen: Richard Caldwell. Owner of Caldwell Global Holdings. Forty-seven companies. Six continents. Trillions in assets.
“...Still searching for his lost heir, believed to be around 25 years old today. Taken by the mother during a time of extreme poverty, the child was never seen again...”
Twenty-five.
Gregory’s age.
He froze.
The report moved on. But his thoughts didn’t.
He didn’t know his mother. Never did. She’d died when he was just a boy, or so he was told. The orphanage didn’t give him much else. Just a name. Gregory. No last name. No origin story. Just… there.
What if…
No. That was stupid.
Wasn’t it?
Later that day, while scrubbing bird droppings off the garden statues, a shadow blocked his sun.
“Still playing Cinderella?”
Seth.
Gregory didn’t look up.
“You know, I always wonder what it must be like,” Seth continued, leaning against the statue like he owned the world. “To live here but not belong. To eat scraps while we dine. To be invisible.”
Gregory kept scrubbing.
“I mean… how do you not snap? Don’t you ever just… want to scream?”
Gregory met his eyes. “Every day.”
Seth’s smile twitched. “Good. Keep it inside.”
Then he walked off, leaving muddy footprints Gregory would have to clean next.
That night
He snuck into the study.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. But he needed answers.
He searched through the old drawer he found in the attic the week before. There was a box hidden beneath insulation foam. Inside:
A baby photo.
A name tag: “Gregory.”
A hospital wristband.
No last name. Just the number 1152.
He looked again at the wristband.
Then at the baby.
It was him. He was sure of it.
But why was this hidden? Why hadn’t he seen it before?
Then he heard the creak of the floorboards.
Voices.
He stuffed the items into his shirt and ducked behind the curtain.
Mr. Rosewell walked in, talking on the phone.
“Yes, I know what the will says… but if that old man dies before he finds the boy, the board takes over, and we get what we came for. Just make sure no one connects the dots. He’s too close.”
Gregory froze.
“Too close”?
The call ended. Mr. Rosewell stood at the window, hands behind his back.
Then he whispered to himself:
“No bastard orphan is stealing my future.”
Gregory’s breath caught in his throat.
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