The Billionaire Heir Who Had To Apply For A Pair Of Socks

Summary

I hadn't asked my mother for money in three months.

She must have thought I’d finally learned to be a good, obedient son, because a message arrived, dripping with condescension:

"I’ve already had Richard pay the registration fee. Now be sensible. Stop trying to bleed the family dry."

"I know your father isn't an easy man, but since you chose to live with me, you need to be on my side."

She didn’t know it yet, but I had already moved my residency.

No one would believe that Noah Shawn, the supposed heir to the Shawn-Davenport Group fortune, owned nothing but the clothes his parents bought…