My Perfect Creation

Summary

’m a decade older than Julian Vance. The first time I saw him, he was a teenager in rags, fighting a stray dog for scraps in an alley. His eyes, fixed on me, were like a wolf’s.

Fierce. Wild.

I took him in. I sculpted him from nothing. In ten years, Julian went from a nameless beggar to the most sought-after CEO in New York City.

I always considered him my most perfect creation.

Until the day a young woman blocked my car, her hand resting smugly on her stomach. She held up a recorder and pressed play.

“Julian, who do you love more? Me, or that old hag?”