Bullshit Son Reborn as an Octomillionaire Tycoon

CHAPTER 5

Terry Solomon's phone rang at exactly 7:30 AM, jolting him from his morning coffee. The caller ID showed the hospital's number.

"Mr. Solomon?" Dr. Martinez's voice was tense. "I'm afraid I have disturbing news. Both Harry and Frank have disappeared from the hospital."

Terry's coffee mug shattered against the floor. "What do you mean disappeared?"

"Security footage shows Harry leaving around 11 PM last night, but Frank... Frank was supposed to be in his room for monitoring. When nurses checked this morning, his bed was empty."

"Find them!" Terry roared into the phone. "Find my son!"

Within minutes, the Solomon house erupted into chaos. Melissa collapsed onto the living room sofa, sobbing hysterically.

"My Frank! My precious Frank!" she wailed. "What if something terrible has happened to him?"

Sarah paced frantically across the marble floor. "Frank is so weak from his heart condition. He could be dying somewhere!"

"We have to call the police immediately," Emma said, her voice shaking. "Frank needs his medication. He can't survive long without medical care."

Terry was already dialing. "This is Terry Solomon. I need to report a missing person—my son Frank Solomon has disappeared from St. Mary's Hospital."

Mona wrung her hands anxiously. "Frank was so fragile. If someone took him..."

"Don't even think such things!" Melissa shrieked. "My Frank has to be okay. He has to be!"

The police arrived within twenty minutes, filling the Solomon mansion with uniformed officers and detectives.

"We'll find your son, Mr. Solomon," Detective Rodriguez assured him. "We're treating this as a high-priority case."

"Frank is everything to this family," Terry said desperately. "Spare no expense, use every resource. I'll pay anything to get him back safely."

Interesting, Detective Rodriguez noted silently. No mention of the other missing son.

Meanwhile, in a dim warehouse across the city, Harry's consciousness slowly returned. His head throbbed with pain as he tried to focus his blurry vision. Ropes cut into his wrists and ankles, binding him tightly to a metal chair.

"Well, well, look who's finally awake," came a familiar voice dripping with mockery.

Harry's head snapped up to see Frank leaning casually against a wooden crate, looking perfectly healthy. Three burly men in dark clothing stood nearby, their faces cold and professional.

"Frank?" Harry's voice was hoarse and confused. "What... where are we?"

Frank's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Welcome to your final performance, dear brother."

"I don't understand," Harry said, struggling against his bonds. "The hospital... your heart condition..."

"Oh, that?" Frank laughed coldly. "Complete fabrication. Amazing what a few thousand dollars can buy these days—fake medical reports, bribed doctors, the whole theatrical production."

Harry's blood ran cold. "You're not sick at all."

"Not even a little bit," Frank said cheerfully. "But you should have seen your face when you thought you'd have to give up your heart. Priceless."

"You bastard," Harry whispered, rage building in his chest.

"Now, now," Frank tsked mockingly. "Is that any way to talk to your beloved brother? Especially when this is all your fault."

"My fault?" Harry's voice cracked with disbelief.

Frank's expression turned venomous. "If you'd just died willingly on that operating table like a good little sacrifice, none of this would be necessary. But no, you had to be difficult."

"You were going to murder me!"

"Murder is such an ugly word," Frank said dismissively. "I prefer 'necessary elimination of obstacles.'"

Harry strained against the ropes. "What do you want from me?"

Frank's eyes gleamed with malice. "You want to know what I want? I want you to never have existed. You ruined everything just by being born first."

"Frank, please—"

"You shouldn't have been brought home by the family," Frank snarled, his mask of civility finally slipping. "If you'd just stayed a pathetic orphan where you belonged, none of this would have happened."

"I'm your brother!"

"You're nothing!" Frank exploded. "You're a mistake, a burden, a constant reminder that I'm not the real heir. Do you know how hard it's been, pretending to love you while planning your death?"

Harry felt sick. "The family... they'll look for me."

Frank burst into cruel laughter. "Look for you? Harry, you sweet, deluded fool. Do you think anyone even noticed you were gone?"

He's right, Harry realized with crushing despair. They probably haven't even realized I'm missing.

"I planned this perfectly," Frank continued, his voice filled with pride. "A staged kidnapping where poor, sick Frank gets taken along with his worthless brother. I'll be the tragic victim who watched helplessly as you were murdered."

"They'll find us," Harry said desperately.

"Will they?" Frank smirked. "Even if they do, who do you think they'll believe? The son they love, or the son they—"

Suddenly, the thunderous roar of helicopter rotors filled the air outside the warehouse. Frank's face went white with shock.

"What the hell?" one of the thugs muttered, peering through a grimy window.

Frank's composure cracked. "They can't have found us this fast. It's impossible!"

The helicopter sound grew louder, accompanied by the wail of police sirens in the distance.

The Solomons' reach is bigger than Frank calculated, Harry realized with a spark of hope.

Frank's panic was evident as he spun toward his hired men. "Change of plans! Tie me up too, make it look real. Kill Harry now and get out of here!"

"Boss, if the cops are coming—" one thug started.

"Do it!" Frank screamed. "Stab him and go!"

One of the men pulled out a long knife, its blade gleaming in the dim warehouse light. Frank quickly grabbed some rope and began tying his own hands loosely behind his back.

"Make it look good," Frank hissed to his accomplices. "I was a victim here too."

The man with the knife approached Harry, who struggled frantically against his bonds.

"Nothing personal, kid," the thug said coldly.

Harry felt the cold steel pierce his abdomen, a burning pain spreading through his body like fire. He gasped, blood filling his mouth as he collapsed forward in the chair.

"Frank..." Harry whispered with his last breath of consciousness.

Frank's eyes were cold and satisfied as he watched Harry's life drain away. "Goodbye, brother."