When Huge Fortune Calls

“I believed in honest work, just like my dad, pouring every calloused dime from double shifts at the auto shop into our "house fund." Jessie, my Jessie, deserved a life better than South Philly, a little house with a picket fence was our shared dream. Every delivery gig after my shift, every tired mile, was for her, for us. But when my dad had a sudden accident, needing emergency surgery I couldn't afford, Jessie vanished. When I finally found her, she casually admitted she' d given over $15,000 of our savings to her deadbeat brother, Kyle, for yet another "startup." The woman I loved, for whom I sacrificed everything, chose her brother' s pipe dreams over my father' s life, forcing me to beg a friend for help. Then came her veiled demands for more cash, her pleas to mortgage my parents' house, and finally, her venomous outburst, calling me a "grease monkey" holding her back. After our furious breakup, she feigned illness, only to vanish again, leaving me with a forged $100,000 loan in my name, a debt orchestrated by her and a crypto fraudster named Chad. When I confronted them, I was brutally beaten and left for dead. Days later, loan sharks arrived at my door, flashing live footage of thugs threatening my recovering father, who collapsed in fear. I was on my knees, broken, devastated, about to sign away my life to pay for her betrayal, wondering how the woman I loved could so thoroughly destroy everything I held dear. But just as my trembling hand reached for the pen, my apartment door exploded open, and in walked a team of men in sharp suits, followed by a distinguished man with silver hair and steel-blue eyes, who looked at me and said, "Ethan Riley? I believe I am your grandfather." My billionaire grandfather. My story wasn't ending; it was just beginning.”