He Stole The Wrong Life

Summary

I was supposed to be the golden boy of the prestigious Stratford family—the fragile, porcelain heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire in Chicago.

Chauffeured Maybachs flanked by private security. Personal handlers accompanying me to every lecture, sitting beside me at every meal. If my brow furrowed or a ragged sigh escaped my lips, the people around me went into an immediate tailspin of panic. The moment the biometric monitor strapped to my wrist sounded an alarm, the family’s private medical team would descend within ten minutes, needles prepped and vitals checked.