Elio Novan has it all-wealth, power, and the success of YUI, the world's leading tech giant. But beneath the surface, his life is anything but perfect. Haunted by a tragic past and a betrayal that left him shattered, Elio has built walls around his...
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Who Is Elio Novan?
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Hi, my name's Elio Novan, and today... is the day I get married.
Most people in my position would be joyful, happy, and filled with glee right now. But me? I'm not so sure how I feel. Maybe I should give you the full picture
I'm the founder of YUI, a massive organization that's a titan in the electronics industry. We're known for some rather interesting innovations. To put it mildly, I'm the richest and most well-known person on the planet. But my life hasn't always been this polished. Let's go back a decade or two.
From the moment I was born, it was clear I wasn't as important as my siblings. My parents adored them in a way they never did with me. Watching them shower my brother and sister with affection while I was left on the sidelines as the middle child, it's a hard truth to swallow-but it's the truth nonetheless. My younger brother, Denon, was their golden child. If he so much as scraped his knee, my parents would rush him to the hospital, wrapping him in their arms like he was made of glass. But me? If I got hurt, I was met with a cold "walk it off," as if my pain didn't matter.
To be honest, I'm not sure why my parents always hated and neglected me. It could just be the stereotypical middle child treatment, but it could also be something completely different. I mean, when they did talk to me, I was always told I was a mistake."
Anyway, let's continue and move ahead another decade.
As the years passed, the distance between us only grew. On my fifteenth birthday-like every year-it went uncelebrated, unnoticed. But that day would be different, not for the better, but because it was the day my world shattered beyond repair.
Helen, my older sister, was the only one who truly cared about me. She was the one who noticed the hurt in my eyes, who took time out of her life to make sure I didn't feel completely invisible. The 23rd of August, my birthday, on that day, she sent me a message on my phone. The message was short and mysterious, asking me to meet her in the garden. I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe she had something special planned, something that would make me feel seen on a day that everyone else had forgotten.
