The afternoon sun drifted lazily over the skyline of Westbridge City as Alastair Rivenwood ended his final conference call of the day. His office was an extravagant glass chamber perched above the river, surrounded by the humming machinery of his global manufacturing empire. Employees often whispered about his cold brilliance. Investors praised his unshakable logic. Yet beneath every polished decision he made lay a truth he carried like a private burden. For all his talents, he had never managed to understand his only child.
Billionaire’s Daughter Who Never Spoke Until The Boy Who Had Nothing Gave Her Everything