A Life Built on Their Lies

tists, were missing our countdown again for a "last-minute commission." I

a luxury SUV, my father in a tailored suit, my mother in a stunning gown, and a handsome boy

lothes with disdain. "No one, Julian, just a... distant relative," my mother quickly said, shielding him from me. My father gave me a hard look.

box: property deeds for luxury condos, stock certificates, and contracts for art sales worth millions. My parents weren't poor; they were i

capable. The next morning, I heard my mother whispering on the phone to Julian: "Don' t worry about her. She doesn' t suspect a thing. We' ll keep it a secret,