On My Release Day, a Billion-Dollar Inheritance Arrived

On the day I got out, two people were waiting at the gate.

One was my fiancée, Sophia Kane—the industry's youngest female CEO of a publicly traded company.

The other was my sister, Lucy.

Five years ago, they personally sent me to prison.

Sophia wore a black coat, standing ramrod straight, as if she were here to pick someone up.

My sister kept her head down, not daring to even look at me.

"Ethan..." Her voice was tight. I ignored her.

A black Maybach was parked by the curb. I got straight in.

**1**

I'd been hearing that sound—the iron gate closing behind me—for five years.