Secret

Ten years ago, Damian Voss — heir to one of the country’s most powerful families — was falsely accused of fraud, exiled, and declared dead after a mysterious “accident.” Now reborn as Damian Cross, a ruthless self-made CEO, he returns under a new identity to destroy the corrupt elite who betrayed him — starting with the people he once called family. But the past doesn’t stay buried. As Damian digs into the truth behind his downfall, he uncovers a tangled web of murder, secrets, and betrayal. He must face enemies in disguise, a mysterious woman tied to his past, and a secret organization with roots deeper than blood.

He scrubbed their floors. They stepped on his name. But Redington’s blood hides a secret they’d kill to bury. In a mansion ruled by cruelty, Redington is the silent housekeeper, beaten, mocked, and forgotten. All except by one: the kind youngest son who sees something no one else does. Across the city, a dying billionaire searches for the son stolen from him decades ago. When Redington’s past begins to unravel, so does the world around him. The truth is louder than silence. And the throne the elites would kill for? It might just belong to the man they tried to erase.

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.