CHAPTER 2 – THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET
Ethan stared at the faded photo.
"Your son is Richard Blackwood?"
The old man nodded slowly.
"Before the private jets, the charities, the interviews... he was just my boy."
Ethan swallowed hard.
"Then why would he leave you here?"
The old man's eyes filled with pain.
"Because I know what he did to become rich."
Before Ethan could respond, a black envelope slipped from the old man's coat.
On the front, written in red ink, were four words:
BRING HIM BACK TONIGHT.
Ethan’s blood ran cold.
Across the street, the same SUV returned.
This time...
Two men stepped out.
The old man grabbed Ethan’s wrist.
"Run."
But Ethan didn’t move.
Because from the SUV came a woman in a white dress.
She looked at Ethan and smiled through the rain.
"Hello, little brother."
Ethan froze.
Little brother?
His whole life...
His mother had told him his father was dead.
But now the old man whispered the truth:
May you like
"Ethan... Richard Blackwood is your father too."
TO BE CONTINUED...
