I believed I understood my brother’s life—until I met a starving seven-year-old sobbing at his grave, clutching a dead flower and asking if I knew her father. One DNA test later, I was risking my billion-dollar empire to confront the woman who tried to erase her.

I believed I understood my brother’s life—until I met a starving seven-year-old sobbing at his grave, clutching a dead flower and asking if I knew her father. One DNA test later, I was risking my billion-dollar empire to confront the woman who tried to erase her.
CHAPTER ONE: THE GIRL WHO DIDN’T BELONG TO THE CEMETERY

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