Veratech

Theon's world had become a shadow of itself.

For weeks, after the miscarriage and the crippling grief that followed, he barely left his hospital room. His mind spiraled, his emotions crashing over him in relentless waves that left him exhausted, hollow, and drowning in his own despair.

Each day felt like an endless battle, and the fight to simply breathe, to wake up and face the world, was a war he didn't know if he could win.

His thoughts became darker and more erratic. He spent hours staring at the empty room, the walls closing in around him as if the world itself was suffocating him. And then, one day, it was his therapist's voice that broke through the suffocating silence.

"You can't keep carrying this alone, Theon. You're not a failure. You're not broken. You just need to break through."

Theon hadn't responded at first. But after months of barely speaking, the words were like a thin thread, barely enough to hold on to, but still… something to grasp at.

Six months later…

Theon stood in front of the full-length mirror in his small, modest apartment, staring at the stranger who reflected back at him. His hair was shorter now, less disheveled, and his once hollow eyes had a glimmer of something new—something harder. His face, though still handsome, had lost the softness it once held, the gentleness that had once marked his every movement.

But Theon wasn't soft anymore.

The therapy had been grueling. It had forced him to face everything he had buried deep inside himself. The rejection. The assault. The child he had lost. And the crippling shame that he had carried with him for years—the constant feeling of not being good enough, not worthy enough of love, of belonging. But through the pain, through the endless hours of talking, of confronting the darkest parts of himself, he had learned to rebuild.

He wasn't the same man who had walked into that hospital six months ago, a broken shell of a person, ready to give up. Theon had learned that he was allowed to grieve, allowed to hurt—but he also realized that it wasn't the end of his story. It couldn't be.

With that realization, he began to fight. Slowly at first, but steadily. And soon, he found the strength to step back into the world.

The first step was starting again. He founded his company, VeraTech, in a tiny, barely furnished office space—nothing but a desk, a laptop, and a small team of ambitious but underfunded employees. Theon's first project was a risky one. No one knew him, no one trusted him. But he believed in what he was doing, in the technology he was creating, and more importantly, he believed in himself.

Theon's mind had become a machine, methodical and focused. No longer was he crippled by the crushing weight of his emotions. He used the pain, the trauma, and transformed it into a driving force. VeraTech started small, but word quickly spread. Theon's drive, his perfectionism, and his ability to see the big picture were unparalleled. It wasn't long before the company began to flourish.

He invested everything—his time, his energy, his soul—into his business. The pressure was immense, but it was different now. It wasn't like the pressure he had felt in the past, when it had driven him to self-doubt and despair. Now, it was fuel. He pushed through the long hours, the sleepless nights, the constant stress of managing a growing empire. Every setback was just another lesson, another way for him to prove he could overcome it.

In five years, VeraTech became the number one company in Country A. His name was on everyone's lips. Theon had achieved something unimaginable—not just a successful company, but a symbol of resilience. A man who had come from the very depths of despair, who had been torn apart by life, and yet had emerged stronger, sharper, more powerful than ever.

His empire stretched far beyond what he had ever dreamed. Theon's success was undeniable. But behind the polished exterior, there were still moments of quiet grief. Moments when he would stand at his office window, staring out at the city skyline, and feel the absence—the void of the child he had lost, the family who had turned their back on him. But those moments were fleeting now. He had learned to live with them, to accept them as part of who he was.

He was no longer a broken man. He was Theon Quintin, CEO of VeraTech, a force to be reckoned with in the tech world.

But as much as he had grown, there was still a part of him that longed for something more. Success had brought him wealth, power, and respect, but it hadn't healed the scars he carried. There were still nights when he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, haunted by the memory of what he had lost.

But he knew now that he had the strength to keep moving forward, to build something greater than himself. Theon wasn't looking for validation anymore—not from his family, not from anyone. He had learned to stand on his own, to trust himself, and to never, ever let his past define who he was.

His company was his new family. And every success, every victory, was his way of proving that he was worthy of all he had earned—and of all that was yet to come.

Theon found himself in unfamiliar territory. After years of building VeraTech as a dominant force in the tech industry, he was now looking to expand into the entertainment field. It wasn't just about profits—Theon wanted his company to innovate in ways others couldn't anticipate. Partnering with an entertainment giant could open new doors, blending technology and media in ways that excited investors and audiences alike.

Tonight's gala was a high-profile event, filled with the glittering elite of Country A. Theon rarely attended functions like this; he found them tedious, full of hollow conversation and fake smiles. But this night, he knew his presence was necessary. VeraTech had just signed a partnership with NovaStar Entertainment, one of the most prestigious agencies in the entertainment world, and he was here to meet key figures in the industry.