My father wasn't my biological father.
My real father died in an accident less than a year after I was born. My father was just a junior manager at my mother's company.
Learning of her widowhood, he began pursuing my mother fiercely.
Initially, my mother hadn't considered him; she loved my birth father deeply.
But he targeted my two brothers and me.
He treated us exceptionally well, so much so that we, including my mother, were all swayed.
When I was three, I had a high fever.
My mother, managing the company alone after my birth father's death, was tied up with an emergency when I fell ill. That night, my father volunteered to take me to the hospital.
By the time my mother arrived, she found him asleep on the hospital bed, holding me.
For two years, my mother eventually succumbed to his efforts.
Relatives, including those from my birth father's side, urged her to accept him.
Lowering her guard, she married him.
At the wedding, he vowed to love my mother forever, to care for my brothers and me, and to have no other children besides us three.
True to his word, they didn't have any more children in over a decade.
For a time, my mother considered giving him a child, considering our family's means and hoping to give him an heir.
But my father declined, stating we three were enough for him. Seeing his determination, my mother didn't push further, but her affection for him grew deeper.
Eventually, my brothers and I started calling him "dad."
To outsiders, he was devoted and great.
Little did they know, it was all part of his sinister plan.
He didn't have children with my mother because he already had a daughter with his childhood sweetheart. He also wanted no ties with my mother through children, aiming to destroy our family from the start.
In my previous life, he succeeded.
He took over my mother's company, drove her to suicide, abandoned Ethan to fend for himself abroad, watched Leo succumb to illness, and pushed me off a rooftop.
He then enjoyed the fruits of the Harper family with his sweetheart and their beloved Emma.
Suddenly, someone in the hall shouted, "Isn't it simple? Emma lacks security here, give her that. Transfer some Harper Corporation shares to her; once she has them, who can say she's not a Harper?"
The speaker, a relative on my mother's side but bought by my father, suggested this method because it had worked before.
Years ago, my father took on a leadership role to "help" my mother but faced criticism—orchestrated by him, of course. Outraged, my mother gave him 20% of the company shares.
Now, he sought to repeat the trick.
"I can't accept it, I can't..." Emma hastily refused, appearing both considerate and wronged.
