All Chapters of The Forgotten Heir: Chapter 1
- Chapter 6
6 chapters
Chapter 1
Micheal walked out of the phone shop around 9:30. He had a new iPhone 17 Pro in his hand. It cost almost $2500.. The thing cost him almost $2,500. Almost. That was everything he had. For him that was everything. Six months of extra shifts at the bar after class, and three days ago he’d sold the motorcycle—the only thing he’d ever owned that was worth anything. He didn’t regret it.Mia had mentioned once, almost offhand, that she’d love an iPhone 17 Pro for her twentieth birthday. She never asked him to get it. He decided anyway.Thinking about her still made him smile, even now.Micheal had never had an easy life. He didn’t know his real parents. An old woman raised him like he was hers, and when she died the year he turned eighteen he was alone. He got into Quinton University on pure stubborn work and kept himself there with whatever part-time jobs he could find. He was poor. He knew that. He knew he was poor. He just never made a fuss about it. Figured if he kept grinding, things wo
Chapter 2
Micheal’s chest wouldn’t loosen the whole way to the Bell Crest Hotel. Kept telling himself there had to be another reason, but that picture of Mia kissing David stuck in his head like glue. He loved her. Really loved her. She said yes to being his girlfriend so he thought she felt the same. Never expected her to be perfect. Never cared that her family had money. Just wanted her to take him as he was. Now he couldn’t figure out how the same girl he’d spent six months chasing could stand up in front of everyone and say yes to another guy while she was still with him.He just needed to hear it from her.Almost half an hour to get there. The hotel looked ridiculous. Like it belonged on a different planet. Even from outside it screamed money. Standing there in his regular clothes with the old backpack, he felt stupid. Never even imagined people just casually hung out in a place like this. After the prices people were talking about in the livestream, it hit him even harder how different th
Chapter 3
Nobody saw that coming. Micheal Jordan—poorest kid at Quinton—dropping David Hwarthorne with one clean punch.Micheal stood a few steps back, breathing hard, just staring at him. Never thought of himself as strong. But years of part-time work did it. Carrying boxes. Moving equipment. On his feet for hours. Never boxed a day in his life. Just plain strength from the jobs.David grew up rich. Family made sure he could handle himself. Taekwondo, kickboxing, some other stuff. Always figured if a fight started he’d come out on top.Problem was he never took any of it serious.He believed something else was stronger than fighting.Money.To him money fixed almost everything. Someone stepped on his toes, family handled it. Someone got in the way, cash crushed them. Spent so long thinking money solved every problem he forgot the obvious.Money doesn’t stop a punch.David tried getting up. Arms shaking. Face full of pure disbelief. How the hell did he lose? How did a guy like Micheal put him d
Chapter 4
Micheal walked without any particular destination in mind, allowing his feet to carry him wherever they wanted while his mind remained occupied by everything that had happened that night. He had been walking for more than an hour by the time the exhaustion from the fight, the emotional pain of losing Mia, and the hours he had spent at the police station finally caught up with him. His body felt heavy, his cheeks were still slightly swollen from the slaps Mia had given him, and his mind was so tired that he no longer cared where he was going. When he finally looked around, he realized that he had wandered into a quiet public park that was almost completely empty at this hour. He checked the time on his phone and saw that it was already past midnight before walking over to one of the benches and sitting down. He leaned back and closed his eyes, hoping that the silence would help him forget everything that had happened.Unfortunately, closing his eyes only made the memories come back mor
Chapter 5
“Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?” Micheal asked skeptically. Even after everything the man had said, he still found it difficult to believe that someone this wealthy would treat him with such respect and call him Young Master Jordan. Nothing about his life matched the way this man was treating him. He was a poor university student who had spent most of his life struggling to survive, yet the man standing before him looked as though he belonged to a world Micheal had never even come close to entering.“Of course not, Young Master Jordan,” the middle-aged man replied with absolute certainty. “I have spent eighteen years searching for you. I would never mistake you for someone else.”Micheal stared at him silently. When the strange call had come earlier, he had initially suspected that someone was trying to kidnap him. After thinking about it, he had decided that it was probably just a prank. He had never imagined that the caller would actually send someone to find
Chapter 6
Micheal walked in and stopped.Private study. Big mahogany desk in the middle, papers and folders all over it like someone had been going through them a minute ago. Behind it sat an old man, seventies maybe, dark sweater over a white shirt. Nothing special. Guy you’d help cross the street without thinking twice.Micheal just stared.After everything Benthely said, after the whole drive out to this place, he’d pictured someone else. Powerful. Scary. People hovering around him. Not this.The old man was staring right back.He pushed his glasses up and looked Micheal over, slow, like he was checking every detail. Then he glanced at Benthely, who’d come in and closed the door.“Is this really Micheal Jordan?” Voice shook a little.“Yes, Master. He is Young Master Jordan.”The old man’s eyes went wide.Sat there frozen for a second. Then shoved the chair back and came around the desk way too fast for someone that age.“My God. Is that really young Micheal?”Before Micheal could move the ol