The next hour proved my family had truly lost their minds.
They actually filed a lawsuit claiming they owned half my company because I used a computer purchased in their house.
My lawyer, Michael, wasn’t worried.
In court the next morning the judge barely listened before asking for proof.
Ryan’s lawyer proudly presented the receipt for the laptop.
My lawyer calmly handed over a manufacturer usage log.
That laptop had never been used for programming.
It had been registered to Ryan—and used for 6,000 hours of online gaming.
The judge slammed the file shut.
“Case dismissed. And you owe the court $10,000 for wasting our time.”
Ryan’s face turned white.
But I wasn’t finished.
Because while my family was trying to steal my company, I had quietly purchased something else.
Their debt.
Ryan’s “real estate fund” was actually drowning in loans. My parents had signed the deed to their mansion as collateral.
Through a corporate shell company, I bought that debt.
Which meant I now legally owned the house.
Two days later Ryan hosted a charity gala at the estate hoping to raise millions to save his failing scheme.
Hundreds of wealthy donors arrived.
So did I.