Gavin

The atmosphere around my parents’ multi-billionaire house was always something that didn’t sit well with me. The first time I felt the cold and distressful clouds around this palace was when I was a child. I was a ten-year-old little boy. This house was enormous. And when I said huge, I meant twenty-three bedrooms, twenty-five bathrooms, two kitchens, four open terraces, a golf course, a swimming pool, a movie theater for 100 people, a sauna, and a spa. This place was beautiful, but it was hilarious to have all these spaces just for three people.

Growing up in this house was a unique experience. My parents tried to do their best for their only son, the heir to their abundant wealth. I went to a private school, the one that charged millions of parents for their children to have the same education that others were getting in other schools. I had my own car even before I came to this world. That was an impulsive decision by my father, just like his every decision.

They had privileged me