My Janitor Mother Is Secretly Wealthy

Summary

The day my parents’ marriage finally dissolved, my brother—born with a hair-trigger temper and a soul made of spite—already knew the score. He knew our father had clawed his way into the inner circle of a Chicago real estate heiress. Bennett didn't want a family; he wanted a dynasty. He wanted to be a blue-blood.

He shoved me aside, practically stepping over our mother to grab my father’s hand.

“I’m going with Dad,” he declared, his voice high and sharp.

I didn't say a word. I simply reached down, took my mother’s trembling hand, and helped her up.