~Grant’s POV~
"Big brother? Aren't you eager to meet me?" I growled, my voice cutting through the air with a deliberate sharpness.
Lucas Jones—the golden son—was trying to leave the meeting without acknowledging me. Not yet. He had to know me, had to understand that I wasn’t here to play games or warm a chair.
From childhood, he had basked in everything I had been denied: the love, the care, the pride of a father. My mother always told me my dad was dead, weaving the lie so tightly into our lives that I never questioned it. She raised me on scraps of love and threads of survival, all the while shielding me from the truth—until a few weeks ago.
That night, she sat me down, her face drawn and serious in a way that sent a chill down my spine. Her words came slowly, dripping with shame and
