The Billionaire's Fury

of the Caribbean Sea outside my window. The headline was crude and direct: "SILICON VALLEY HEIR

be his grandmother. Debra Clarkson. I knew her by reputation. A ruthless tycoon who chewed up bus

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be safe in our Palo Alto home, looked after by the people I trusted. Andrew, the son of my late business

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nd confusion. I had left Caleb in what I thought was a fortress of care and support. Andrew was supposed to be his

s. I did it all so Caleb would never be lonely, so he would have a circle of

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e lawn. It was a deep, aggressive green, a type of fescue grass I had

ssed in a tailored suit that probably cost more than my first car. He was chari

back. We didn't e

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as polished glass. She was the ambitious one, the Stanfo

a taste for more mature women, Nathaniel. It became

dly. "This commitment ceremony with Debra is for the best. It

of this house. As if they were discussi

as coming down the stai

mping, favoring his left leg with every painful s

a scandal. T