Dylan Jenga Wilson. Twenty-two year old male from one of the wealthiest families in Keya. His father was a self made billionaire who had worked his way up from poverty. Old Wilson had also taught his children to be self reliant and that's why, at 22, Dylan, being the youngest in the family of three, run one of the most successful real estate companies in the country.
He started his company when he was sixteen with the help of his older brother. He had asked his father for a loan as start up capital was given with a promise to pay within four years. And to his father's surprise, Dylan had not only paid his loan in two years' time, but he owned more buildings in City M than anyone could think of. Of they hadn't seen all the work he had put in with his job brother working the accounts for him, they would have thought that he had corrupted people.
He lived up to his name: his father named him Jenga, which is Swahili for 'build' because he was born when his father was building a hotel in another city and couldn't make it when he was born and came a few hours later. And Jenga' he did to expand his empire.
He didn't want people to know who he really was because he had seen a fair share of women who flocked to his brother's side because he was rich. His brother's only saving grace was the fact that he had his high school sweetheart with whom they settled down later after finishing their university studies.
His family called him cold blooded because he did not have any girlfriend and he didn't have any friends. all he did was work, work and work. when they asked, he told them it wasn't about being cold blooded but it was because he hadn't found the right one. He was waiting for the one who would light up the darkness in his heart and thaw the cold out. His mom usually joked that he had watched a lot of fairly tales and romance movies but he argued that it could also happen in real life and if it didn't, then, well and good.
His father bragged that he got the enterprising side from him as he got his looks from his mother. Dylan was born fourteen years after his sister who had been considered the last born for a pretty long time and that's why everybody treated him like a baby. He was their baby.
His mother was so protective of him that when he was first taken to a boarding school during his first year of high school, she fell seriously ill and he had to be transferred to a day school near their place so that she could see him everyday. And the fact that his brother was married and lived away from home while his sister was studying for a second PhD abroad didn't help much.
That was why he built his apartment complex with a one bedroomed penthouse because he was sure if he was to put two bedrooms there, his mom would move in with him. That was also the reason why he worked his arse off to prove to his family that he could take care of himself.
He loved and was grateful that they were protective of him but he wanted to spread his wings. He knew where his heart was and he wanted to make a name for himself so that he could be stable early enough and take what was his before another person thought that they had the right to.
His older sister was a doctor and his older brother was in business like their father. Dylan was a hard worker and that's why he was able to run a company and study for two degrees concurrently. He did Architecture and Business Administration. And now he was in his fourth year.
It had cost him a lot to be the man he was: time and money and he was constantly tired but here he was. He was a happy for it all paid off at last and he could indulge his heart as much as he wanted because he didn't have to borrow or ask money from anyone. it was all him.