After hearing my girlfriend and friends brag, I turned around and knocked down the mansion of the richest father and inherited the family business.

After five years of supporting my girlfriend’s acting career, she was in debt again.

The first time, I sold the house my mom left me to pay off her three hundred million.

The second time, I worked non-stop for a year, taking countless low-budget, terrible gigs. My fans ripped into me, calling me a sellout, a desperate guy chasing quick bucks. I paid off three billion for her.

The third time, I heard her faint sobs through the phone. I stood outside my billionaire dad’s mansion, hesitating whether to knock.