MasukMy mother spent three hundred million dollars to build a fake ancient city. She tricked my father into going inside by telling him it was a time‑travel experience. Inside, people sold him to an entertainment house. They broke his legs, and he lived as a slave for three years. Three years later, my mother removed her human‑skin mask. She looked down at him as he knelt on the ground and smiled. “Three years ago, you sued for divorce and had people online smear Sean as 'the other man'. You almost drove him to suicide from depression. How did it feel to live as a slave all these years? Did you learn your lesson?” My father pressed his forehead to the ground. His voice sounded flat. “Everything is up to you, madam.” My mother paused, then smiled with satisfaction. I cried and threw myself into my father’s arms. He held me tightly. His tears fell against my neck as he whispered, “I’m sorry, Jayden. Dad has to go. I’ll make sure everything is arranged for you before I leave.”
Lihat lebih banyak“Grandma,” I said, “do you remember something you once said to my dad?”She froze for a moment.“You said, ‘If you were even half as sensible as Sean, you would not have ended up like this.’”Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.“Now Sean is in prison,” I said with a faint smile. “Do you think he turned out sensible enough?”Grandma collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.I did not help her up.Grandpa never came looking for me. He had always been a dignified man. Even if he hated me, he would never lower himself to beg me.That was fine.I had the villa sold, the place where my dad once knelt, was beaten, and humiliated. Every cent from the sale was donated to a child protection foundation.As for Tyson, after Sean was arrested, he was sent back to his biological mother.I learned later that Tyson was not Sean and my mother’s child. He was Sean’s son with his ex‑wife. My mother had only raised him for three years.When my mom found out, she said nothing.Sh
“What you are saying is fake.” Sean shot to his feet so fast that his chair toppled backward. “You forged all of it.”“Whether it is fake or not, the police will verify it.” I pressed a button on my phone and dialed a number. “Hello, you may come in now.”The doors of the conference room opened, and officers from the economic crimes division walked in.“Sean Jones, you are suspected of embezzlement, abuse of power, bribery, and multiple other charges. Please come with us and cooperate with the investigation.”When Sean was taken away, he turned back to look at me.That look carried hatred, fear, and confusion.He still did not understand how an eight‑year‑old child had endured until today.I did not look at him.My gaze drifted to the person sitting in the corner of the room.My mother.I did not know when she arrived. She sat in the last row wearing a gray coat. Most of her hair was streaked with white.Ten years apart, she had aged more than a decade.She watched as Sean
Sean’s hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.After that day, I started setting everything in motion.Over the past ten years, Everdusk Group looked prosperous on the surface. Under Sean’s control, it was already rotting from within.He did not know how to run a company. He only knew power games. All the senior executives were his people. Nepotism ran deep, and corruption ate through the structure.Everything was buried. Outsiders could not see it.Sean thought no one would ever find out.He was not my father.My father took Everdusk from debt to IPO in three years through real ability. Sean kept it afloat for ten years by draining what my father built.That foundation was nearly gone.I started small. I used a few insignificant projects and quietly accumulated Everdusk shares on the secondary market through offshore entities.At the same time, I had people gather everything on Sean over the years. Financial fraud, kickbacks, related‑party transactions, and embezzleme
I lived in that house like an optional piece of furniture.No one asked whether I had eaten, whether I had finished my homework, or whether I was happy.I did not care.I knew my father was watching me from another world. I could not let him down.Uncle Dylan came to see me once a month. He took me out for good food and talked with me. He managed the trust fund according to my father’s will.The money kept growing like a seed taking root in the soil.The year I turned eleven, Uncle Dylan helped me process my study‑abroad documents.When my mother signed them, she did not look up.“Where to?”“England.”“Okay.”She signed and went back to staring at my dad’s photo.The day I left, no one came to see me off.Sean was busy with a board meeting. Grandma played mahjong, and Grandpa stayed in his study. My mother stayed in her room and never came out.I stood at the entrance of the villa with my suitcase and looked back.The house was big and beautiful, but it was never my hom


















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