Chapter 1

The rose in my hand fell to the ground as I saw my fiancée, Sophia Sullivan, lying in bed with another man, still wearing her wedding dress.

Tomorrow was supposed to be our wedding day.

I forced a bitter smile and said, "Do you know this is our marital home?"

Sophia replied nonchalantly, "If we're going for thrills, might as well go all the way. Besides, what can you do now that you've found out? You're just a dog my father raised. Do you dare to divorce me?"

I shook my head and turned to leave.

She sneered and called me useless. As I closed the door, I could hear the sound of heavy breathing from inside.

For years, I had been working under her father, climbing the corporate ladder. Sophia thought she had me under her thumb.

What she didn't know was that her father had been suffering from dementia for the past six months. With my ambition, I had seized all the power.

With just one word from me, her family would go bankrupt immediately.

I made two phone calls. One was to notify all friends and relatives that tomorrow's wedding was canceled.

The other was to tell my secretary to inform all shareholders that from today on, I would no longer protect the Sullivan family.

The shareholders acted quickly. When I came downstairs, I saw Sophia's driver rushing over. He bowed deeply to me, then got into the Porsche and drove away.

Both the car and the driver were gifts from other shareholders to curry favor with her father. Now, Sophia held no value in their eyes.

This woman was still upstairs in the throes of passion, unaware that from now on, forget about a Porsche, she wouldn't even be able to afford a subway ride.

Even this marital home was given to Sophia by a property developer who had heard about our wedding and wanted to befriend me.

Just as I sat in my own car, I saw a group of property management staff rushing upstairs. This 3000 square foot riverside apartment was no longer a place Sophia could afford to live in.

Soon, Sophia was dragged down by security guards, her clothes in disarray. She yelled frantically, "Don't touch me! What are you doing? Do you know who my father is?"

Her father?

After I took over the power, her father was nothing.

Sophia saw me in the car. She broke free from the security guards and rushed over, banging on my car window, cursing, "Liam Stark, what trick are you playing? I'm going to tell my father right now and make sure you end up with nothing!"

This woman still didn't understand that she was the one who would end up with nothing.

The man beside her anxiously said to me, "Liam, Sophia and I have wronged you, but you can't just kick her out of her home! Even a dog is loyal to those who feed it. Don't forget how her father promoted you all these years."

I glanced at the man.

I knew him. He was Ethan Gray, Sophia's high school sweetheart.

Sophia had truly loved him for many years.

I had always known that when Ethan got the opportunity to study abroad, Sophia gave him her first time. That night she got pregnant and had an abortion, crying that she had lost his child.

Once, I was devoted to the Sullivan family.

Now, I only cared about this business empire.

I calmly told my driver, "Let's go."

As the scenery outside began to recede, Sophia frantically banged on my car window, hysterically shouting, "Liam Stark, at the shareholders' meeting the day after tomorrow, I'm going to clean house and kick you, you ungrateful bastard, out of the Sullivan family!"