My father died and left me nothing but an abandoned warehouse. My brother smirked as he took the beach house, and that same night my wife spat, “You’re useless. Get out.” With nowhere else to go, I slept on the warehouse floor—until a metallic thud echoed in the dark. Then a voice whispered, “If you found this place… they’re already watching you.”
My name is Ethan Carter, and the day my father’s will was read, my life collapsed in front of everyone who mattered. My older brother, Ryan, walked away with our father’s beach house in Santa Monica, his investment accounts, and even the classic Mustang Dad had spent ten years restoring. I got one thing: an…