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 to

Cameron was indeed gone, she didn't feel the satisfaction of a victory, just an overwhelming sense of anxiety: if she couldn't track him down, Greta would never share the secrets that could change the fate of

only remaining option was to

in Nathalie's mind. "If we can't find Cameron, then you

down the

the task, using all the skills he'd acquired over the years to hunt

evening, Nathalie returned home

her exhausted self

In the

Morris sat alone

isolated under e dim light of

why aren't you asleep yet?" Nathalie asked,

her. "Is the company really

other. "I... have had to work overtime lately. You should get some rest and not wait

shook his head. "What did Greta say

flustered. "N-nothing much. She

I know

"Nathalie," Morris called gently.