When a ruthless billionaire walked onto an intellectual stage to confront his abandoned twin sons, he never imagined his ex-wife owned his entire corporate empire.

Reaching the base of the grand limestone stage, Julian planted his polished leather shoes firmly against the floor, his chest heaving with shallow, rapid breaths. The university chancellor moved to intercept him, but a single, lethal glare from Julian’s bloodshot eyes froze the academic administrator in his tracks. Up close, the resemblance was so terrifyingly absolute that Julian felt as though he were staring straight into a spectral reflection of his own youth.

"Leo... Ethan," Julian whispered, his voice cracking with a raw, desperate vulnerability he hadn't experienced since the day he signed divorce papers under duress. The twin brothers did not flinch, nor did they lean away; instead, they synchronized their posture with chilling, predatory precision. Ethan adjusted the gold medal hanging heavy against his dark sweater, his dark eyes locking onto Julian with a cold, unblinking hostility that cut straight to the bone.