The Fallen Mogul's Return

Six years ago, an M&A deal I led for a publicly traded company imploded, and eight hundred million dollars vanished overnight.

Bankrupt investors threw buckets of red paint at my front door for an entire year. My father suffered a fatal stroke from the stress, and my mother lost her mind, wandering off into the streets until she disappeared completely.

I took the fall for corporate embezzlement and spent six brutal years behind federal prison bars.

After my release, I buried my real identity