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Hidden Heir's Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 495    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

d VC in the Valley read religiously. I spent the enti

ttached screenshots of my private code commits, timestamped and verified. I included ex

ntern, and that we had been engaged for five years. I post

hornet's nest. Hacker News, Reddit, Twitter-it was everyw

dit-stealing. The co

ployee who can't handle a tal

s a massive conflict of interest.

. Let them debate. The evidence was

d me, her v

u done? You're tryin

You and Leo. I'm jus

ng to help a kid get a start! That's the dream

ilt on lies," I sai

shed a response. It was written by Chloe, cosigned by

eam effort. It praised the "prodigy" Leo for his "fresh perspective and leadership." It described

ored it, drowning it in a flood of polish

again. It was a

he company is backing me. You

log posts. This wasn't just about my projec

y piece of evidence I had. I cited the company's code of con

ticket has been received. We will review yo

email from Marcus Vanc

s your presence in hi

d and heavy in my

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Hidden Heir's Revenge
“I, Ethan, had one rule: make it on my own merits, no family help, despite my parents being Silicon Valley legends. For three years, I poured my soul into "Project Prometheus," a project meant to launch my career to new heights, all while planning a future with my fiancée, Chloe. Then, a single LinkedIn notification shattered my world: Chloe's smirking intern, Leo, was taking credit for my project, my invaluable work. When I confronted Chloe, she looked at me with tired annoyance, not guilt, casually dismissing it as "just a title" for Leo's career, before brazenly asking me to endorse his fake "contribution." My furious refusal only made things worse; suddenly, I was the subject of office whispers and Marcus, my director, inexplicably sided with Chloe, burying my name on the project and putting me on a death-sentence Performance Improvement Plan. Chloe publicly smeared me as "non-collaborative," then privately texted: "You lost." How could the woman I planned to marry so casually steal my life's work, mock my integrity, and try to make me an accomplice in my own professional execution? The unfairness was a physical weight, suffocating me, watching them twist the truth while my irrefutable evidence was ignored. My integrity was utterly worthless against her malicious lies. Backed into a corner, my reputation destroyed and career hanging by a thread, I finally made the call I swore I never would: "Mom, Dad," I choked out, "I tried to handle this myself, but I can't anymore. I need your help."”
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