Blood Ties, Blame, and Bankruptcy

I was a self-made man, wealthy enough to rank among the richest in the city. That was when my birth family came to me.

My birth parents and the son they’d raised in my place broke down in tears as they embraced me. With their tears getting to me, I agreed to come home.

I’d always thought the stories about real and fake heirs battling it out were nothing but fiction.

Then, at the family gala, the son who’d taken my place turned to me and said, as if it were an innocent suggestion, “Now that you’re part of the family, you should quit your job at the Garden of Eden.