Chapter 4Watch Your Empire Fall This Life

Jordan’s expression instantly turned lethal. She locked eyes with me, her posture shifting into something dangerous. "How do you know that?"

I only knew because, after I died, I found out my billionaire father had a daughter two years older than me.

To protect her from the suffocating pressure of the media, my father had scrubbed her existence from the public record.

It gave her the freedom to live an actual life and experience the world on her own terms.

While I was still lost in my memories, Jordan suddenly snapped a brutal kick aimed straight below my belt. I reacted purely on instinct, dodging just in time.

"Who sent you? What's your angle?"

Jordan’s face was terrifyingly cold. I threw my hands up in a desperate surrender.

"Hey, hold on! Are you trying to end your own bloodline?!"

Jordan froze, then immediately pivoted to launch another kick.

"What kind of psycho are you? You think you can just call me sister and I'll buy it?"

I blocked her leg with my forearm. "You don't have to buy anything. We can do a DNA test right now."

Right on cue, my phone started vibrating furiously.

I held it up to show her the screen. "I literally just scheduled the private doctor with the estate manager. Come on. Let's go bleed for science."

With that, I popped the trunk, pulled out the white dress I had bought earlier, and tossed it to her.

By the time we arrived at the discreet location I had arranged with my father, the estate manager was already waiting.

To prevent anyone from buying off a public hospital, my father used the family’s exclusive private medical team.

Because the stakes were so high, the lab ran the rush order flawlessly. The results came back within hours.

Jordan stared at the paper, her eyes wide. "You really are my little brother."

My billionaire dad broke down, pulling me into a crushing hug, sobbing uncontrollably.

The only tragedy was that I was a year too late. My biological mother had passed away from an illness twelve months ago.

Her dying wish had been for them to find the son they had lost.

Now that I was back, my father wanted to call a massive press conference and announce my return to the world. I immediately shut the idea down.

My revenge wasn't complete. The traps hadn't been sprung. Showing my hand now would ruin the game.

I pulled Jordan aside. "Hey, you hate Wesley, right? I hate him too. How about a little sibling bonding exercise to take him down?"

Wesley was the quintessential bloodsucking capitalist, treating his employees like disposable batteries.

Jordan had been sick of him for months. She raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

As I laid out my blueprint, Jordan clicked her tongue. "Damn, little brother. You've got some deep-seated trauma with this guy."

She hit the nail on the head. I did.

In my previous life, my death was entirely intertwined with Wesley Hawthorne.

He was far more dangerous than anyone realized.