Mark Anthony, was the eldest son of César, who ran the family business. Mostly kept out of the limelight, and the business. It was impossible to shield him from all the risks, and all of the incredible wealth that came with being unimaginably rich.
Now, in his final year of school, and ready to head off to one the finest universities in the world. Mark was reassessing his future, and what he needed to consider. Given his name, he'd always be a target, a lever to use against his father.
Wealth wasn't an identifying factor at school. They were all obscenely rich, whether the sons and daughters of titans of industry, or used to inheriting obscene wealth from some parent, or grand-parents wise investment. Digging around the various families, it was somewhat comforting to find that much of that money was tainted too. Many linked to dubious business deals, or taking advantage of those who didn't know what they possessed.
The temptation to go into the family business was strong too. He'd grown up surrounded by bodyguards, and equally as many voluptuous women. While still unaware of the family business he'd thought himself lucky, and unlucky.
His mother having died while he was still very young. He remembered the deep, dark depression he'd felt at her loss, and the fury of his father too.
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