Seth

Seth was eighteen when his life split in two. The boy he had been—raised on limits and abandoned by the man he called father—ended the moment his mother placed a birth certificate in his hands and said a name he had never heard of: Omer Livanos was dead, she told him. A Greek shipping tycoon. His real father. The truth did not feel like a gift. A past rewritten, a future suddenly crowded with questions he had never asked. Somewhere across the sea waited a fortune, a family, and a place Seth had never been invited to. He went anyway. Not for belonging—but for recognition. What he didn’t know yet was that the Livanos name came with its own inheritance: resistance, resentment, and someone who already believed the world was hers.