After The Divorce, I Suddenly Inherited $100 trillion

The Newest Chairman of The Shepherd conglomerate

Bruce stared at the test result for a long time. He couldn't believe it.

He was the sole heir to a legacy that spanned five centuries.

He was so overwhelmed, and before he realized it, tears slipped down his cheeks.

"You know," he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "All these years, I thought I was a nobody. I truly believed I was trash."

"So I gathered," Oswald said, gently placing a handkerchief into his hand. "I'm deeply sorry you had to go through all that, Master Bruce. But it was necessary for the sake of your inheritance."

"What I don't understand is why did you force a contract marriage between Caro and I?" Bruce demanded. "Do you have any idea of the damage it did to me?"

Oswald straightened. "Caro's grandmother, owed me a debt. In order to settle her debt, she agreed to take you in and raise you as her own. The contract marriage between you and Caro was the final seal of that debt."

He turned and began walking away from the gallery hall. Bruce followed, his thoughts racing.

"Then the $3 million settlement," Bruce said slowly. "Why was that part of the clause?"

"The money was rightfully yours if Caro had divorced you," Oswald answered. "You could be set up for life if the DNA test came out negative."

Bruce stopped. “And the clause that stripped me of the money if I initiated the divorce?”

Oswald’s shoulders stiffened. “Originally, I believed the Griffin family would treat you with more care if they had something to lose. In my mind, you would win either way—inheritance or not.”

"Well, they did not," Bruce said sharply. "After Caro's grandmother's death, they made my life a living hell."

"For that, I offer my sincerest apologies, Master Bruce," Oswald said as he stopped before a pair of oak doors. "But on the bright side, you are now the heir to a conglomerate valued at $250 trillion."

Bruce let out a slow breath, trying to steady himself. "Where's my father? I want to see him."

Oswald exhaled softly. "I'm afraid that will take some time."

"Why?" Bruce demanded.

"Well you see," Oswald pushed the doors open. "your father is gravely ill. He has been placed in an induced coma. Until his condition stabilizes, he cannot receive visitors."

Bruce was stunned at the private boardroom. It looked almost like the inside of a cathedral, large enough to house two trucks end to end.

A long, mirror-polished table stretched across the room, its surface reflecting the light pouring in through the massive windows.

"So I can't see him until he recovers?" Bruce asked, staring out at the endless blue ocean. "I have so much to say to him."

"In due time you will, Master Bruce," Oswald replied gently, pulling out the chair at the head of the table. "But for now, the Shepherd Group needs its rightful heir."

As soon as Bruce sat down, the doors opened immediately again. Two finely dressed lawyers walked in.

Bruce looked at them as they bowed respectfully and began laying thick folders of legal documents and sealed files before him.

"Oswald, what is happening?" Bruce asked, confused.

"Rumors of a hostile takeover are already circulating within the executive board," Oswald answered. "Your father's illness has been kept strictly a secret. If the board discovers he's vulnerable, they'll stab him in the back."

Bruce flipped open a folder and scanned the headings stamped across each page.

One of the lawyers spoke calmly. "We need your signature on all these agreements. Once signed, everything will become yours."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Really? Just like that?"

"Yes, Master Bruce," Oswald confirmed. "Assets. Corporate shareholdings. Real estate. Cars. Private jets. Trust funds. Board control. And even the private Islands. All of it becomes yours."

Bruce picked up the pen resting on the table with feverish excitement.

Just an hour ago, he had signed divorce papers that ended his three years of marriage.

An hour ago, he was a nobody. A loser. A shameful husband and a trash son-in-law.

But now, he was about to sign his name onto an empire worth hundreds of trillions of dollars.

It felt so good to be true.

"Walk me through each document," He told the lawyers. "I'll sign every one."

The process took thirty minutes to sign.

When the final signature dried, the lawyers stepped back and bowed deeply.

It was done.

Bruce leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. It felt like he had the world in his palms.

Oswald returned, holding a leather-bond box with gold trims.

"Master Bruce," he carefully opened the box, pulling out a card, "this belongs to you. A black card, fully funded with $2.5 billion."

He handed it to Bruce. "It's yours now. You could buy anything in the world without ever worrying about running out of funds."

Bruce took the card, feeling its weight around his hands.

A small, satisfied smile curved his lips. "Thank you, Oswald. But before I settle into this life, there’s something I need to do first."

"And what might that be?" Oswald asked.

Bruce's expression darkened almost immediately.

"Revenge!"

Oswald nodded approvingly. "Very well, Master Bruce. I will see to it that everyone who has done you wrong regrets it bitterly."

Bruce looked up at Oswald, a sly smirk curling his lips.

“Oswald,” he said quietly, “do you know anyone called Willis Stone?”

Oswald stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Yes, indeed. Willis Stone is an executive board member of Shepherd Group. A long-serving one at that.”

“Then as the newest chairman of Shepherd Group,” Bruce went on, his voice dangerously calm, “I have controlling power over the conglomerate—and over all its board members. Correct?”

“Yes, Master Bruce,” Oswald answered. “You are the major shareholder. Your authority is absolute and no one dares question it.”

A wide smile appeared on Bruce's face. “Good. Because Willis Stone ruined my marriage and made a fool out of me.”

He straightened in his chair, his tone as cold as ice. “I don’t want him working in my company anymore. I want him fired in twenty-four-hours!”