Part 1Hidden Fortune In Junkyard

My billionaire father left me his entire fortune, but all I inherited was a junkyard.

I confronted the lawyer in disbelief, only to be coldly informed, “Mr. Shaw, you voluntarily signed away your right to inheritance.”

The next second, I received news that my illegitimate younger brother had blacklisted me from every industry.

Suddenly, everyone piled on, scrambling to curry favor with Austin Heuston.

Furious, I stormed to the conglomerate’s headquarters, only to find Austin Heuston sitting in my chair, soft moans of intimacy echoing from beneath his desk.

“Brother, do you like the gift I gave you?”

Austin provocatively pulled Chelah Vance onto his lap, roaring with laughter:

“I’ll gladly accept both the company and the lady. You can spend the rest of your life with that pile of scrap metal!”

Watching my wife willingly wrap her arms around Austin Heuston’s neck, my fury reached its peak, then strangely cooled.

What those two scumbags didn’t know was that the junkyard held the billionaire’s secret.

Whoever owned the junkyard was the true heir to the fortune.

* * *

Three years ago, Chelah’s mother was involved in a car accident. The culprit fled, fearing consequences, and medical bills soared to a staggering one and a half million dollars.

Desperate, Chelah Vance was forced to sell herself to save her mother. It was her filial piety that moved me, and I took on all her mother's medical expenses.

After we married, I doted on Chelah, turning her into a refined, delicate princess, envied by all.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say Chelah had been completely transformed; no one would have guessed she’d almost fallen into a life of infamy.

But just seven days after my father's passing, my wife got involved with my illegitimate younger brother.

My eyes blazing crimson, I stared at the two intertwined figures, my nails digging deep into my flesh. I spoke each word distinctly:

“Chelah Vance, I want a divorce!”

The moment the words left my lips, they burst into laughter as if I’d told the greatest joke, tears streaming down their faces.

Chelah didn’t even glance at me, eagerly kissing Austin Heuston. After a long moment, she turned her head mockingly, still looking unsatisfied.

“Sterling Shaw, you have to be married to get a divorce. We have nothing between us, so what are you divorcing me for?”

Understanding Chelah’s implication, my heart sank. I pulled out the marriage certificate I always carried, about to prove her wrong.

“Idiot. It was just an act with an actress, and you actually fell for it.”

Chelah snatched the certificate, tearing it to shreds in a few swift motions, then casually tossed the pieces on me.

“Since the cards are on the table, I’ll stop pretending. Austin and I registered our marriage ages ago. What you have is just a fake I bought online for three bucks.”

The certificate, carefully preserved for three years, cherished and spotless, instantly became confetti, scattering across the floor.

My wife, with whom I had shared a bed for three years, had actually deceived me with a fake document!

Their supposed animosity towards each other was all an act for my benefit!

I felt as if I’d been brutally slapped, my face burning red.

After savoring my expression enough, Austin Heuston patted Chelah’s butt with satisfaction, grinning widely.

“Chelah, I owe my success today all to you. Tell me how you want to celebrate later, and I’m all yours.”

These words hit me like a thunderbolt, instantly blanketing my mind.

No wonder, no wonder three days ago, Chelah, usually so reserved, was suddenly incredibly passionate in bed, clinging to me again and again.

While I was groggy with sleep, she’d playfully mentioned she’d fallen in love with a house.

I signed without suspicion, never imagining I was being manipulated into waiving my inheritance!

“Beat it, unless you want to watch a live show.”

Austin Heuston looked down at me, waving his hand as if shooing a dog, his hand playfully caressing Chelah’s lower back.

I couldn't take it anymore. I roared, lunging forward and landing a fierce punch on Austin Heuston’s face.

Austin Heuston was hit squarely, screaming as he tumbled to the ground.

“Ah!” Chelah’s face paled. She shrieked curses, grabbing my hand.

“You bastard! I treated you well, and this is how you repay me?!”

I backhanded Chelah across the face. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek swelling instantly.

Hearing my words, Chelah’s pupils contracted sharply, her eyes burning with hatred. She was about to demand an explanation.

Just then, Austin Heuston recovered, pointing at me and yelling furiously.

“Are you all trying to get fired?! Where are the security guards?!”

A rush of hurried footsteps. Over a dozen burly security guards poured in, surrounding me.

I struggled desperately, but they outnumbered me. I was pinned firmly to the ground.

“Smack! Smack! Smack!”

The slaps grew heavier, landing hard on my face.

Austin Heuston only stopped when his palms ached from hitting me.

Everyone gasped, wincing at my disfigured face.

“Throw him out and let him fend for himself! Anyone who dares to help him is going against Heuston Industries!”