Blood Family Rejected Me, My Grizzly Dad Made Me King

At eighteen, I was discovered by my billionaire birth family, only to be treated like a burden. They made me wear cast-offs, let the fake heir humiliate me, and even my fiancée saw me as an embarrassment. They expected me to lower my head and plead for acceptance. Instead, I called the one person who truly raised me—my adoptive father, a grizzly bear of a man from the Northlands. They had no idea he controlled half the ports. With that one call, the entire city fell quiet. I didn’t stay for their money or their name. I left them with nothing but regret, because my dad always taught me: if they try to make you kneel, stand even taller.