A homeless Black woman collapsed by the roadside, her two-year-old twin children crying in despair — and when a billionaire passed by, he was stunned to see that the two children looked exactly like him...
A homeless Black woman collapsed by the roadside, her two-year-old twin children crying in despair — and when a billionaire passed by, he was stunned to see that the two children looked exactly like him... Los Angeles looked gold from a distance and brutal up close. Near a bus shelter, a young mother slid to the sidewalk. Her twins clung to her, crying the kind of cry that cuts through traffic and pride alike. A black Bentley eased in. Out stepped Ethan Cole—the code-king with magazine covers and a calendar that doesn’t allow surprises. He never stops. Not for anyone. Until he heard those cries. He crouched. “Ma’am? Can you hear me?” The woman’s lips shaped a single word: “Naomi.” The toddlers looked up—steel-gray eyes, the same left-side dimple, the same uncertain mouth. His features. Twice. The ground moved under him like a trapdoor opening. Sirens. Gloves. A cuff hissing around a thin arm. Ethan rode in the ambulance—not because CEOs do, but because som...