I thought my mansion was a safe haven for my daughter. Then her school called me out of a board meeting—she had collapsed from severe starvation and soiled herself. ‘She’s just being dramatic,’ my drunk wife slurred, a woman who burned through my millions on designer bags while letting my child starve. I carried my daughter into our rotting kitchen, and she quietly rolled up her sleeve. Seeing what was underneath… that was the day the CEO died, and the father went to war.

Chapter 1: The Boardroom and the Stain I had built an empire of glass, steel, and offshore accounts, yet I remained blissfully ignorant that my own home was burning to the ground until the phone rang. It was a Tuesday…