From Rejection to Royalty: Rise of the Forgotten Heir

Chapter 0002 - The Heir

Declan couldn't speak. His mind was blank as he tried to process what this man had just said. He was the Steele Family's heir. Him?

Franklin noticed his silence, then clearing his throat, he continued in a calm and patient voice.

"I understand this is difficult to believe, young master. And that's understandable. After we finally found you, we discovered that the Reyes Family who adopted you had always told you that you were an orphan. But that wasn't the case at all."

Declan’s heart pounded in his chest. "What are you talking about?"

"In truth, you are the young master of the Steele Family," Franklin went on. "You were separated from your birth parents in a tragic incident shortly after you were born. It was only recently that we managed to track you down."

 Declan leaned against the brick wall of a nearby building, his legs suddenly weak.

"If that's true," He said slowly, his voice hoarse, "then why haven't my parents come to find me themselves? Why are you calling me instead of them?"

Franklin sighed. "The situation within the Steele Family is extremely complicated right now, young master. Suddenly introducing a grown heir is a very sensitive matter. There are power struggles and people who wouldn't be happy about your return. For your safety and theirs, contact between you and your parents has to be restricted for now. Your identity has to remain secret."

His throat tightened. 

"But please understand," Franklin continued quickly, as though he could sense Declan’s disappointment, "Your parents want nothing more than to bring you home. I can assure you of that, young master. To make up for all the years you've lost, they've taken steps to ensure your future. They've secretly transferred one hundred million dollars to your account. And that's not all."

"They've also transferred ownership of Apex Financial Corporation to you. It's the largest financial enterprise in Boston. The CEO will be in touch with you shortly to discuss the details."

His mind went blank. Apex Financial Corporation. He'd heard that name before. Everyone in Boston had, in fact.

 They owned shopping malls, office buildings, and investment firms. They were literally everywhere. And now this man was telling him that he owned it?

"A hundred million dollars," Declan whispered. "A whole company. Just... just given to me?"

"Yes, young master. It's your birthright. Everything that should have been yours from the beginning." Franklin said, then his tone turned urgent, “Young master, we've been on the line too long. To avoid any risk of being traced or monitored, I need to hang up now. But I'll be in touch again very soon. Please take care of yourself. And remember, you must keep your identity secret for now."

The line went dead before Declan could say anything.

He stood there on the empty street, staring at his phone. 

The notification was still glowing on the screen. One hundred million dollars. Real money. This was not some dream or a scam.

His whole life had just been turned upside down in the span of fifteen minutes.

He stood in that spot for a long time, trying to process everything  

The sting from Carlos' punch had faded completely now. 

His mind kept replaying everything that had happened tonight. Laura and Carlos on that couch. The fight. The betrayal. The money. The phone call. The Steele Family.

Just moments ago, he'd been humiliated for being poor and not being able to afford nice things.

For being nothing more than an adopted orphan with no future. And now he was suddenly worth hundreds of millions.

His phone rang again, bringing him back to reality. He looked at the screen.

It was his adoptive mother calling.

He answered. "Hello?"

"How dare you!" she screamed into the phone, her voice filled with rage. "How dare you steal Carlos' girlfriend! What is wrong with you? You ungrateful piece of trash! Get your ass home right now!"

Declan’s jaw tightened. Of course. Knowing Carlos, he must have called her, spinning some story about how he was the one in the wrong.

"Carlos is the one who stole my girlfriend,”

“"Don't you dare talk back to me!" Clarke screamed. "Get home now or I'll make sure you regret it!”

 The line went dead.

Declan stared at his phone for a moment. He had a hundred million dollars in his account now. He didn't need to go back there, to that family that despised him.

But he still had things at that house. His clothes, his books and a few other belongings.

He needed to get them before they destroyed everything.

When Declan walked through the front gate of the Reyes Family house, he went still. 

There in the yard, his belongings had already been stuffed into black garbage bags and thrown onto the lawn. 

Clothes, textbooks, his old sneakers, everything he owned was scattered across the grass in torn plastic bags that were already getting wet from the light drizzle. 

The parents he had known for as long as he could remember were in the front yard, glaring at me. His adoptive mother, Clarke had her arms crossed and her face twisted with disgust while his father, Tom stood beside her with a cold, cruel expression. 

"You've got some nerve showing your face here," Clarke spat.

Anger surged through him "It was Carlos who stole my girlfriend," His voice shook with rage as he spoke, "Not the other way around. I caught them together on her couch."

"Shut up!" Clarke screamed "Why would Carlos ever want something you had? You think you have anything worth taking?"

Tom stepped forward, "You're the one who's jealous of Carlos. You've always been jealous of him. Not the other way around."

Declan laughed bitterly. Well, they were not so wrong. "Of course I'm jealous. How could I not be? You've never treated me as a son,” He said, “You made me live in a storage room while Carlos got the master bedroom. You made me do all the chores while he sat around doing nothing. You never gave me a single cent. Even with my tuition, I had to scrape it together myself by working jobs I hated, jobs that made me want to die from exhaustion."

Clarke's face turned red. "Finally! Finally you admit it! You resent your brother. After everything we've done for you, after raising you all these years, you're still an ungrateful wretch."

"We should have thrown you back to the orphanage the moment Carlos was born," Tom added coldly.

Clarke’s eyes shone with hatred, "Well, today we're going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." She turned to the side and snapped her fingers. "Get him!”

Four men stepped out from behind the house. Declan had not seen them before. They were big, rough-looking with intimidating muscles. 

They surrounded him fast. One cracked his knuckles, grinning while the other pulled out a baton and tapped it on his palm. 

Declan clenched his fists, ready to fight back. He'd already beaten Carlos tonight and he could handle these bastards too.

The first thug lunged forward with his baton raised high while others closed in from all sides. Three feet away. Two feet. 

The baton came swinging down towards his head –

Just as Declan was about to raise his fists, the sound of an engine roared through the quiet street.

A luxury car, the kind he had only ever seen in magazines, came to a stop outside the gate. It was sleek, black, with tinted windows that reflected the streetlights. 

Everyone froze.

The driver's door opened first. A man in a black suit stepped out. He moved quickly to the back door and opened it.

Then, a woman stepped out.

She was stunning. The kind of beauty that didn't seem real, that made you forget how to breathe. 

Her long black hair fell over her shoulders in perfect waves. 

She wore a tailored white suit that hugged her figure. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked forward.

Behind her, a row of bodyguards emerged from a second car that Declan hadn't even noticed pulling up. Six of them, all tall and built, all wearing dark suits and earpieces, fell into formation behind her, their faces stoic. 

The woman looked around. Her gaze landed on him, surrounded by servants with makeshift weapons, and her expression hardened.

"Stop!"