The Heir Who Chose Poverty

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to leather seats of private jets and whispered through vaulted halls where deals were s

've wanted. A hundred mourners in black silk and tailored suits pretended to weep. A h

ainst stained glass, her gloved hands folde

it all, the polished

uniform, his face shadowed under a cap. He'd spent twenty

stWood

name was wort

wed, summers on yachts with oligarchs' sons, and a father who measured love in stock dividends. H

ce told him, "Darling, emotion is a

to be the p

ke four languages and could disarm

ight he fou

eaking

ith a mispla

- his father's study. He remembered having a meeting

use his father always locked it. But that night, the

d version shown

ted the real

dge to dismiss a wr

led next to a collaps

a "liquidation"

age froze

whistleblower.

scape

ed into his penthouse toilet,

hout ending up like the "accidents" in t

ose disa

staged

ailing out seconds before impact, and rolling into the ravin

itanium ring (engraved "DW") that survived the inferno, and s

iable, they concluded that he

d thinned. His father shook hands with senators,

ffin was lowered into the earth with

omfortable hoodie a

ool desert air biting at his skin. The vast expanse of the city stretched out before

step taking him deeper into a world

place stood a man no one would recogn

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