Charles Diana Novels & Stories

But now when Charles died, he had no relatives left. A staff member carried Charles's urn to the mourning hall and put it on the table. Daisy slowly bent down. When she saw Charles's photo on the urn, she fell to the futon. "Daisy." Sean hurriedly helped her up. Tears falling down, Daisy touched Charles's photo. "Charles, I'm here to see you off. Although we're not siblings, I think you'll be very sad if no one cry for you. I'm here. Can you see me?"

EMILIA “Diana Vanderbilt. Twenty-two years old. Stanford graduate at twenty, dual degrees in business management and software development. At fifteen, she pitched the integration of predictive AI algorithms into Vanderbilt Holdings’ financial analytics suite — a move that slashed risk margins by 38% and tripled profits in under two years. Only recognised child of Genevieve and Andrew Vanderbilt. Heir to their billion-dollar empire. Spends her time between golf clubs, tech summits, and black-tie galas. Owns six Range Rovers, vacation homes on every continent, and is allegedly already done with her PhD.”