From Bankrupt to Billionaire's Beloved

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Five years ago, my company went bankrupt, burying me under mountains of debt. It was the lowest point of my life, yet I still believed I had my family. I was wrong. The day bankruptcy was finalized, my parents and younger brother called a family meeting. I expected comfort, a plan. Instead, my mother coldly declared, "Ethan, we're done. We can't be associated with this failure." My father nodded along, and my brother Kevin smirked, announcing they were disowning me in the paper. They left me in the shell of my office, with nothing but debt and the echoing sound of their betrayal. For five years, I clawed my way back, sleeping in a storage unit, eating instant noodles, taking every coding job I could find. My second company, Phoenix Innovations, just closed a nine-figure deal. I wasn't just back on my feet; I was flying higher than ever. Then the phone rang. It was my mother, her voice dripping with fake emotion. She gushed about how proud they were, then immediately shifted, claiming they had fallen on hard times. She asked for five million dollars and a Senior Vice President position for my father. I almost laughed at their shameless audacity. "No," I said, the word simple and final. Her voice turned venomous, "After everything we've done for you? We are your parents! You have a duty to take care of us!" My duty? I reminded them of the newspaper notice disowning me. They sputtered, claiming it was just a formality. I countered with their forged medical reports and my father's convenient recovery. "I owe you nothing," I said. "You made your choice five years ago. Live with it. Don't ever call me again." I hung up, blocking their number. The peace I had fought for felt about to shatter.

Family Betrayal Revenge CEO Personal growth

Chapter 10

11-04 04:42

Introduction

Five years ago, my company went bankrupt, burying me under mountains of debt. It was the lowest point of my life, yet I still believed I had my family. I was wrong.

The day bankruptcy was finalized, my parents and younger brother called a family meeting. I expected comfort, a plan. Instead, my mother coldly declared, "Ethan, we're done. We can't be associated with this failure." My father nodded along, and my brother Kevin smirked, announcing they were disowning me in the paper.

They left me in the shell of my office, with nothing but debt and the echoing sound of their betrayal. For five years, I clawed my way back, sleeping in a storage unit, eating instant noodles, taking every coding job I could find. My second company, Phoenix Innovations, just closed a nine-figure deal. I wasn't just back on my feet; I was flying higher than ever.

Then the phone rang. It was my mother, her voice dripping with fake emotion. She gushed about how proud they were, then immediately shifted, claiming they had fallen on hard times. She asked for five million dollars and a Senior Vice President position for my father.

I almost laughed at their shameless audacity. "No," I said, the word simple and final. Her voice turned venomous, "After everything we've done for you? We are your parents! You have a duty to take care of us!"

My duty? I reminded them of the newspaper notice disowning me. They sputtered, claiming it was just a formality. I countered with their forged medical reports and my father's convenient recovery. "I owe you nothing," I said. "You made your choice five years ago. Live with it. Don't ever call me again." I hung up, blocking their number. The peace I had fought for felt about to shatter.