Three years ago, his name was everywhere.On skyscrapers.On contracts.On the lips of men who feared him… and women who wanted him.
Now?He had no name.
He had burned it.Buried it.Walked away from the empire he had built with his own hands.
Why?Every smile he received was poisoned.Every touch calculated.Every "I love you" came with a price tag.
So he vanished.No suits.No penthouse.No headlines.Just a coat, a bench… and silence.
But silence bites.It whispers questions he cannot answer.
Tonight, as he lay on a cold bench staring at the fractured sky between towers, one question clawed at him again:
Will anyone ever love me… without knowing what I own?
He closed his eyes.
And saw her smile.The waitress.Clara.
The ring on her finger gleamed softly in the distant light.
But love… is never simple.
Across town, her fiancé laughed in another woman's arms.Unaware that someone had begun watching.Watching closely.Planning.
The city was alive with secrets.And tonight… one of them had just found him.