Not His Son: The Billionaire's Fury

hung in the sterile

ge renal

y six-year-old son. He said Leo nee

hole body. I held her, but my mind was already moving, calculati

parents, my brother, me. The

s only o

er broth

small house I grew up in before I made my first milli

was a high school football coach, always living in m

aning forward. "But it's

e was proud of me, nodded in agreement. "Your br

lent, just

, ticking points off on his fingers. "Two million do

evin's mom, put a comforting hand on his

I said, my voice fla

ked, her face streaked with tears. "Alex, please!

ressing down. My father, my stepmother, my brother, my w

evin dead

N