They Bound Me and Delivered Me to My Own Palace

Summary

I was on a self-imposed sabbatical in the countryside when the text came in: I was the long-lost, biological son of the Kincaid family.

When the two men in black suits strapped my hands behind my back, dragging me through the grand front hall, the fake heir, Chadwick Kincaid—Chad—stood behind my presumed parents, looking suitably distressed. He was a master of the wounded-gazelle routine.

My biological father, Mr. Kincaid, a man whose face was chiseled from old granite, spoke in a frigid tone. “Your brother ruined the painting the Sinclair heiress sent to her younger brother.