Chapter 4The Legacy of the Split

My parents forced us to get ready for the gala.

"This is the night you officially become the Sterling heir," my father told him.

He had spent months planning this, inviting every major CEO in the city.

Silas looked handsome in a tuxedo, but he moved like a man walking to his execution.

In the ballroom, he stared at the crystal chandeliers with disbelief.

I led him through the crowd. "Silas, this is my fiancé, Julian."

Julian looked at Silas’s calloused hands and smirked. He spoke in rapid French to me.

"Your brother looks like a farmhand in a costume. Stay away from him, Aria."

I felt a sting of discomfort. "He’s brilliant. He got into a top school."

"So what?" Julian sneered. "My company is full of top-tier grads. Pedigree is what matters here."