I raised four abandoned boys as my own sons. I gave them my home, my money, my connections, and eventually enough power to run the four most important divisions of Leeds Group. For seventeen years, I believed they loved my biological daughter, Elena, like a real sister. Then she called me from a school bathroom. “Mom, help me.” By the time I arrived, her uniform had been torn open and bruises covered her body. My four sons had heard her screaming. They had done nothing. They were standing outside protecting Sabrina. According to them, Elena was spoiled. She had too much, while Sabrina had too little. So they decided to teach her how to give things up. First, it was a dress. Then they gave Sabrina the lake house meant for Elena’s eighteenth birthday and cleared out Elena’s private studio for her. Finally, they took the business proposal Elena had spent six months creating, erased her name, and submitted it under Sabrina’s. When Elena demanded it back, my sons called her selfish. “You already have everything.” “Sabrina needs it more.” That was when I understood. The four boys I had rescued no longer saw Elena as their sister. They saw her inheritance as something they had the right to distribute. And soon, they came for mine too. They sat in my boardroom and demanded control of my company, my family trust, and everything I had built. They thought Leeds Group existed because of them. They thought I was only an aging mother they could push aside. They had no idea that seventeen years ago, I had walked away from the Moretti criminal empire to give Elena a normal life. Leeds Group was only one legitimate company inside an empire they had never seen. And the power they were so proud of? I had given it to them. My sons wanted to teach Elena that nothing belonged to her simply because she carried my name. Fine. I was about to teach all four of them the same lesson.
