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The CEO's Secret Birthright

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 391    |    Released on: 07/06/2025

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el. You think you're still the

nd. "Without me, you're nothing.

, poked my forehe

with condescension. "Before your brain completely fries, hand over the p

his hand a

Dick, or Harry can h

hloe shoved me, then rushed to Blake's side,

oe, since he's asking for it,

in grim determination. She

handover or not. If even you could manage t

. Her faith in Blake, or perhaps her d

ad Sterling Corp to even greater heights. He

slap, but I rem

sked, a slight, almost impercept

eady to misinterp

ir grandchild! What'

. Can't accept he

ild will carry the Sterling name. It's only natu

, then turned back to me, he

ur formal notice. You're termi

t waltz into another company. We'll make sure the entire industr

hung heavy

endees looked at me with a

ht-knit corporate world was a

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The CEO's Secret Birthright
The CEO's Secret Birthright
“Tonight, as CEO of Sterling Corp, I was on my victory lap. My three years had transformed the company, culminating in a billion-dollar 'Solar City Initiative'-a triumph of my life's work. The gala hummed, celebrating my success. Then, my wife, Chloe Sterling, made her grand entrance-on the arm of her college flame, Blake Jennings, patting a swollen belly that wasn't mine. "You're done, Michael," she announced, her voice echoing through the stunned ballroom. "You're fired. Get out." My in-laws, the founders, stood by, their faces blank. The crowd, who moments before lauded my brilliance, now smirked or pitied. Chloe offered a paltry $100,000, calling my work "chump change," and brandished divorce papers demanding everything. Blake gloated, "Know your place. You're less than nothing." Despite the public humiliation and losing absolutely everything, I simply signed the papers. My calm unwavering. "This isn't over," I murmured, a faint smile on my lips. "The real show is about to begin." The whispers started: "Is he delusional?" "He's snapped." What could possibly fuel such impossible confidence? Just as security moved forward, the ballroom doors opened. My 'mother' and 'father,' William and Elizabeth Sterling, walked in. I turned to them, my voice cutting through the silence: "Mom? Dad? I think it's time you explained."”
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