CHAPTER 100

ADAN

"You can't just take my seat away from me!" I yelled, my voice shaking with anger as I clenched my fists, barely holding myself back from throwing anything I could get my hands on at the man who called himself my father. He might have been my father in name, but he had never acted like it—not once. "I've worked tirelessly to earn my place in this company! You can't just strip it from me like it means nothing!"

He leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His shrug was casual, dismissive, as though my words were nothing more than noise. "This isn't about me, Adan," he said, his tone as indifferent as his expression. But his words were hollow, reeking of lies. I knew better.

It had everything to do with him. If it were up to him, I wouldn't even exist, let alone bear his name. He never wanted me—not as a son, not as anything.