Chapter 3: The Man Who Stole My Name
Daniel Cross smiled like a man who had been waiting eleven years for a ghost to walk through the door.
That was the first thing I noticed.
Not his expensive suit.
Not the silver watch on his wrist.
Not the confidence of a man standing among people who thought he belonged there.
The smile.
It was the same smile from the night everything ended.
A smile that said he already knew the outcome.
I remembered the flashing cameras.
The reporters outside the arena.
The questions shouted at me.
“Did you take the money, Elias?””
“Did you betray your fans?””
“Are you admitting the fight was fixed?””
I remembered standing there with a championship belt on my shoulder, watching strangers decide I was guilty before I had even spoken.
And I remembered Daniel standing behind the reporters.
Watching.
Smiling.
Now he was here.
At Gabriel Moretti’s mansion.
Wearing a designer suit.
Drinking champagne.
Like he hadn’t destroyed a man’s entire life.
My feet moved before I could think.
“Elias.””
Gabriel’s voice stopped me.
Not because I wanted to listen.
Because I knew exactly what would happen if I didn’t.
Eleven years ago, my anger had been used against me.
People had said I was violent.
Unstable.
Dangerous.
They took the worst parts of me and showed them to the world.
I had spent years rebuilding myself.
I wasn’t going to lose everything again because Daniel Cross wanted a reaction.
So I stopped.
Daniel’s smile widened.
“Interesting.””
His voice carried across the room.
“I thought you would be older.””
The guests looked between us.
Confused.
Curious.
Waiting for a show.
I hated that.
I hated that people always wanted pain to become entertainment.
Gabriel stepped beside me.
“Daniel.””
Daniel lifted his glass.
“Gabriel.””
There was something between them.
Something sharp.
Something unfinished.
Victoria walked toward Daniel.
“Do you two know each other?””
Daniel looked at her.
Then at me.
“I know Elias.””
He paused.
“Or I knew him.””
My mother came closer.
She whispered, “Elias, who is that man?””
I didn’t answer immediately.
Because saying his name out loud made it real.
“Someone from my past.””
Daniel laughed softly.
“Past?””
He walked closer.
“You make it sound like we went to school together.””
I stared at him.
“You ruined my life.””
The room went quiet.
Daniel didn’t look surprised.
He looked amused.
“That’s a serious accusation.””
“You know it’s true.””
“Do I?””
His eyes moved around the room.
“Everyone should be careful with accusations. Especially after what happened last time.””
The words were deliberate.
A warning.
A reminder.
He wanted me angry.
He wanted me emotional.
I forced myself to breathe.
Gabriel noticed.
“You’re still doing it.””
Daniel looked at him.
“Doing what?””
“Provoking him.””
A few guests exchanged looks.
Victoria stepped between them.
“Can someone explain what’s happening?””
Gabriel didn’t look at her.
“Daniel Cross was the financial advisor for the promotion company Elias fought under.””
I remembered.
The company.
The contracts.
The people who promised me everything.
Daniel had been the quiet man behind the scenes.
The one who always shook my hand.
The one who told me I was family.
Then everything changed.
Gabriel continued.
“He was also the person who provided the evidence accusing Elias of accepting illegal payments.””
Daniel shrugged.
“Evidence that was verified.””
I looked at him.
“Fake evidence.””
Daniel smiled.
“Still angry after all these years.””
My mother’s face tightened.
She had seen me broken after that scandal.
She had watched me lose friends.
Lose sponsors.
Lose the one thing I had built my entire life around.
“Elias didn’t do anything wrong,” she said.
Daniel glanced at her.
“Mrs. Ward, I’m sure you believe that.””
My mother stepped forward.
“I know that.””
The room became colder.
Daniel looked at her worn coat.
The same way Victoria had.
Like he was measuring her worth.
“I see you’re still taking care of him.””
My jaw tightened.
“Leave her out of this.””
Daniel looked back at me.
“Why?””
He smiled.
“Because she’s the only reason you survived?””
The words hit harder than I expected.
Because they were close to the truth.
After the scandal, I lost everything.
My career.
My apartment.
My friends.
My identity.
My mother was the only person who never looked at me differently.
Daniel raised his glass.
“To be honest, I’m surprised.””
“Surprised by what?”” Gabriel asked.
“That he’s still pretending to be a victim.””
The room reacted instantly.
A few people looked uncomfortable.
Others looked interested.
Daniel knew exactly what he was doing.
He wasn’t attacking me physically.
He was doing what he always did.
Controlling the story.
I stepped closer.
“You want to tell them what really happened?””
Daniel smiled.
“Do you?””
A chill went through me.
Because he sounded confident.
Too confident.
Like he had prepared for this moment.
“You’re still carrying that scar,” Daniel said.
His eyes moved to my eyebrow.
“You know what’s funny? Everyone remembers the scar.””
He took a sip.
“But nobody remembers why you got it.””
My hand unconsciously touched the old mark.
A championship fight.
The final round.
The opponent’s elbow.
The doctor saying I should stop.
The crowd chanting my name.
The moment I refused to quit.
Daniel leaned closer.
“People loved you because they thought you were strong.””
His voice lowered.
“But strength doesn’t matter when the world believes you’re a liar.””
I looked at him.
“You’re proud of that.””
“No.””
He smiled.
“I’m proud that I survived.””
Gabriel stepped forward.
“That’s enough.””
Daniel looked at him.
“You really think you’re different from me?””
The ballroom went silent.
Gabriel’s expression changed slightly.
Daniel continued.
“You and I both know how this world works.””
“Careful.””
“Why?””
Daniel laughed.
“Because your guests might learn their favorite billionaire isn’t as clean as he looks?””
Victoria looked between them.
“What does he mean?””
Gabriel ignored her.
I noticed.
And Daniel noticed that I noticed.
“You didn’t tell him, did you?””
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed.
“Leave.””
Daniel smiled.
“There it is.””
He looked at me.
“Ask him, Elias.””
I didn’t move.
“Ask him what?””
Daniel stepped backward.
“Ask Gabriel why he spent eleven years searching for you.””
I looked at Gabriel.
He said nothing.
That was the problem.
“Why?”” I asked.
The room waited.
Gabriel’s jaw tightened.
“Because your case was connected to mine.””
I stared.
“What does that mean?””
Before he could answer, a loud crash came from the hallway.
Everyone turned.
A security guard rushed into the room.
“Mr. Moretti.””
Gabriel immediately noticed something was wrong.
“What happened?””
The guard looked nervous.
“There was a break-in attempt near the east wing.””
The guests started whispering.
Gabriel’s expression changed.
“Anyone inside?””
The guard hesitated.
“Yes.””
“Who?””
The guard looked at me.
Then at Gabriel.
“We found someone searching through the old records room.””
My stomach tightened.
The records room.
Why would anyone search there?
Gabriel’s face went pale for the first time.
“What did they take?””
The guard swallowed.
“They didn’t take anything.””
A pause.
“They left something.””
Nobody spoke.
Gabriel walked quickly toward the hallway.
I followed.
Not because I trusted him.
Because something inside me knew.
Whatever was waiting in that room was connected to the past I had spent eleven years trying to bury.
The records room was small.
Dark.
Filled with old files and documents.
On the desk sat a single envelope.
My name was written on it.
Elias Ward.
My hands went cold.
Gabriel stopped beside me.
“I didn’t put that there.””
I looked at him.
“I believe you.””
Slowly, I opened the envelope.
Inside was one photograph.
A photograph from eleven years ago.
The night of my final championship fight.
But I wasn’t looking at myself.
I was looking at the person standing behind me.
The person I never noticed.
The person holding the same envelope that later destroyed my career.
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And on the back of the photograph were five words written in black ink.
*“You trusted the wrong brother.””*
