Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Mrs. Fourth was taken aback. She'd always thought that marrying into the prestigious Sharp family, by hitching her wagon to Jackson, would secure her financial future. But now, it seemed that safety net was unraveling, leaving her feeling frustrated and unwilling to just sit back and let it happen.

"I don't care who Big Brother plans to hand the company over to; he has to look after our interests. If not, I'll tell Mother, and she'll straighten things out."

Jackson could only shake his head at his wife's misguided plan.

No one was aware that he wasn't actually the matriarch's biological son, not even his own siblings. He'd stumbled upon this secret accidentally when he realized his blood type was O, while his mother's and brothers' were all A. This set him apart in a way that was hard to ignore.

Between a biological and an adopted son, it was clear who the matriarch would favor.

Jackson let out a heavy sigh.

Over at Stewart Enterprises...

Nathalie, with Ford by her side, had spent the whole day locked in the company's computer room, yet they couldn't find a single hint of Cameron.

It was like he'd vanished into thin air. Where on earth could he be?

Dominick glanced at Nathalie, worry etched on his face. "Boss, do you think something might've happened to Cameron? With all his credit card activity, facial recognition hits, and surveillance footage, we should've found something by now. It's bizarre that we've come up empty despite all our efforts."

Nathalie's expression turned odd. "Are you saying he's dead?"

winced. "Boss, let's not jump

indeed gone, she didn't feel the satisfaction of a victory, just an overwhelming sense of anxiety: if she couldn't

option was to track down

light bulb went off in Nathalie's mind. "If we can't find Cameron, then

the world-famous

threw himself into the task, using all the skills he'd acquired over the years

home much later

midnight, she finally dragged her exhausted self

In the

Morris sat alone

wheelchair, looking so isolated under e dim light of the casting shadows

asleep yet?"

at her. "Is the

not great at lying, her words stumbled over each other. "I... have had to work overtime lately. You should get some rest and not wait up

his head. "What

was clearly flustered. "N-nothing much. She was just asking

How would I know

"Nathalie," Morris called gently.