Evan’s Pov
I collapsed onto my king-sized bed, every muscle screaming in protest after another day of endless meetings and my mother's relentless meddling. The silk sheets did little to comfort me – funny how even the most expensive things feel worthless when you're this drained.
Running my hands through my hair, I let out a bitter laugh. Here I was, playing at being a self-made man while everyone in the business world knew exactly who I was: Victoria and Earl Sterling's precious heir. The "brilliant young entrepreneur" who just happened to have billion-dollar connections before he could walk.
Sure, my parents insisted I build my venture capital firm from scratch. "Learn the value of hard work," they said. "Understand what it means to earn something." Noble intentions, maybe, but who w
