The Billionaire's Fury

aire, confident my gentle son, Caleb, was safe at home in Palo Alto, surrounded by

CLARKSON, 55. A LOVE STORY OR A HOSTILE TAKEOVER?" The accompanying photo showed my son, pale and lost, next to a wo

e lawn – a severe allergen for Caleb – and the faces awaiting me were smug, not worried. Andrew, the son of my late partner, and the three girls

uries were from a skateboarding accident and self-harm, that he was "difficult" and "infertile," spinning a web of lies to bl

amily and fortune, then dared to lay a hand on my son, something snapped. They thought I was a