I attended the wedding of my son, whom I raised as a single father, but my nameplate said, «Low-educated fake dad……

Jason’s eyes narrowed. They thought they were marrying a trophy. A fool they could mold.

But what they didn’t realize is that I had my own game in play. And now it’s checkmate. I stared at him, stunned.

He opened his laptop and began typing furiously. Tomorrow, they’re going to find out who they really tried to humiliate. And when I’m done, the bride’s family will wish they never mocked the man who raised me.

The shareholder shock. The next morning Jason was already dressed in a sharp navy suit by the time I walked into the kitchen. Coffee brewed silently behind him, untouched.

Dad, today’s the day they learn who you really are to me. Not some fake dad. But the man who made me who I am.

He handed me a folder. Inside, company reports, financials, and ownership documents. The bride’s family business, Westbourne Hospitality Group, a chain of luxury hotels and restaurants, was bleeding money quietly.

And Jason? He’d been buying up their silent partner shares over the past year, through shell companies, quietly, ruthlessly. I looked up at him. You already own part of their company? Jason smirked.

Try 48%. And as of 9am today, I’ll control the majority. 9.15am. Westbourne Hospitality, HQ.

Jason walked into the glass tower with me beside him. Staff paused mid-call, jaws slightly parted. The same faces from the wedding, now wide-eyed and anxious.

The conference room was packed. Her father, Gregory Westbourne, sat at the head of the boardroom table, still smug, still clueless. What’s the meaning of this? he barked as Jason took a seat.

Jason calmly placed a thick file on the table and turned to the board. Effective today? I control 51% of Westbourne Hospitality Group. Here’s the proof.

Here’s the legal documentation. You can verify with your lawyers. A heavy silence.

Then murmurs. Gregory reached for the papers with shaky hands. His eyes widened as the realization dawned.

You… you little parasite. Jason didn’t flinch. No, Gregory…