The Billionaire's True Son, No More Mercy

At our prep school’s centennial gala, the housekeeper's son was busy masquerading as me—the son of the richest man in the city.

He was wearing a bespoke suit and a million-dollar watch, sitting in the center of the hall, chatting amiably with the school board.

"This is just my housekeeper's kid," Christian said, pointing at me. "If I hadn't begged my dad to sponsor him, he wouldn't even have made it past the front gates of this school."

He kicked his foot out, looking down his nose at me. "Come here and wipe my shoes clean, Ethan. Otherwise, I’ll tell Chloe, and you know how that ends."