Daniel
Years dripped by, thick with the weight of regret. They didn’t go past unnoticed, they clung like a curse, each one heavier than the last.
I followed the path laid out for me…graduating with honors, diving headfirst into the family empire, wearing costly suits tailored to perfection, and flashing practiced smiles for the cameras. Yet, everything felt like a phantasm.
A performance.
Fortune and power grew around me, courtesy of my father’s relentless push. He had always said that if I couldn’t be the son he dreamed of, I should at least forge a legacy for the family.
For mom and Sarah.
So, I built companies, made strategic investments, and paraded with women… of different classes.
Elegant, poised, every one of them handpicked by my father, to reflect the image of success
