Heir In The Shadows

Chapter Four – The Weight of a Name

The rest of the lecture passed in a fog. No one really listened, not to the professor, not to one another. Every glance slid back to me, lingering, suspicious, curious, afraid to ask out loud what they whispered under their breath.

Cole Group, Two words had infected the room like a virus, When the class ended, students spilled into the hall in restless clusters. Their voices were low but urgent.

“Do you think it’s true?”

“It can’t be. Daniel? That loser?”

“But the seal, didn’t it look real to you?”

“Please, like he could even dream of touching something like that.”

“Still… what if?”

The doubt was there now, buzzing at the edges of every word, Sophia walked stiffly beside her new boyfriend, chin high, smile painted on her lips.

She laughed at something he whispered, but it was brittle, hollow. Her phone was clutched too tightly in her hand, The message still burned in her mind: You humiliated the Cole heir.

She shoved it down, forcing her voice steady. “Don’t let them fool you,” she said loudly, just enough for those nearby to hear. “Daniel’s nothing. A fraud. Everyone saw him on his knees last night, pathetic. That’s the only truth.”

Her boyfriend grinned, emboldened. “Exactly. He’s just putting on a show. A nobody can’t become somebody overnight.” He turned, raising his voice for the crowd. “You all saw the papers, right? Probably printed at a copy shop. Don’t get excited over cheap tricks.”

Laughter followed his words, but it wasn’t the same as before. It was forced, hesitant, Eyes darted back to me, weighing, measuring.

I walked through them silently, Luther at my side, each step unhurried. Their laughter chipped against me but found no purchase.

At the doors, a figure blocked my path, Sophia’s boyfriend, swaggering, arms spread. “Where do you think you’re going, Daniel?”

The crowd pressed in, hungry for another spectacle.

I met his eyes. “Home.”

“Home?” He scoffed, smirking. “You mean your shoebox apartment? Careful, or the landlord might throw you out. I hear late rent’s not good for your image.”

The crowd chuckled, but the unease remained, Luther’s eyes flicked toward me, awaiting a signal. I gave none, I simply walked past.

“Don’t ignore me!” His voice sharpened. He stepped forward, grabbing my arm.

In an instant, Luther moved. A hand clamped down on the boy’s wrist with precise strength, forcing him to release me. The sound of his pained grunt echoed in the hall.

“Unhand him!” Sophia snapped, rushing forward, but the steel in Luther’s eyes froze her mid-step.

He released the boy only after I nodded. My classmate staggered back, clutching his wrist, his face flushed with humiliation.

“You” he started, but the roar of an engine outside drowned him out.

Every head turned toward the windows.

A sleek black car slid to the curb, its polished surface gleaming under the afternoon sun. The kind of car no ordinary student could ever dream of owning.

The door opened. A man in a suit stepped out, bowing toward the building entrance, The hall went utterly silent.

I adjusted my sleeve, glanced once at the frozen crowd, and stepped outside.

The man bowed again as I approached. “Young master,” he said clearly, his voice carrying into the stunned hallway.

“The chairman requests your presence at the estate this evening. Preparations for the inheritance are complete.”

Gasps rippled through the students. Inheritance, Estate, Young master, The words settled like thunder rolling through the campus.

I entered the car without another glance back. The door shut softly behind me, cutting off the whispers, But I knew they would spread. By tonight, the entire campus would be burning with the rumor, And by tomorrow… the world.

The door of the black car shut, sealing Daniel away from their sight. The hum of the engine faded as it pulled from the curb, leaving behind nothing but stunned silence.

For a long moment, no one moved, Then, all at once, the whispers broke free.

“Did you hear what he called him? Young master.”

“Estate? Inheritance? That sounded… real.”

“Cole Group. He said Cole Group. Could it be true?”

“No way. Daniel’s been a broke part-timer for years. We all know it.”

“But… those men. Did you see how they moved? That wasn’t acting.”

The buzz spread like fire, feeding on doubt, on memory. Everyone had seen the folder. Everyone had heard the man bowing, his voice clear as crystal.

Sophia’s nails dug into her palm as she forced a brittle laugh. “Honestly, how gullible can you all be? Do you think anyone that important would waste time here, with us? It’s ridiculous.”

Her boyfriend latched onto her words like a lifeline. “Exactly! You think the heir of Cole Group would kneel in public and beg a girl who doesn’t want him? Get real. It’s a stunt. Some sick joke.”

But his voice was too loud, too harsh. The edge of panic bled through, and the crowd noticed.

“I don’t know…” a girl murmured. “That man looked serious.”

“And the cars, those weren’t rentals.”

“Then why did Daniel hide it until now?”

Sophia whipped around, her eyes flashing. “Because it’s fake, that’s why. He’s pathetic and always will be. Don’t let him fool you with props and actors. That’s all it is.”

Her words fell like stones, but the ripples they made didn’t calm the water. They stirred it more, Her boyfriend grabbed her arm, his voice low but urgent. “Don’t show weakness, Sophia. If people start to believe”

She yanked her arm free. Her mask slipped for the briefest moment, fear flashing in her eyes. That message from earlier still burned in her mind. You humiliated the Cole heir.

She shoved the thought down, plastering on her smile again. “Come on. Let’s leave these idiots to gossip. Daniel’s nothing, and soon he’ll be exposed as nothing.”

But the tremor in her voice betrayed her, Outside, the gossip spread beyond the hallways.

By the time Sophia and her boyfriend stepped into the courtyard, students were clustered in knots, murmuring, scrolling through their phones. Clips of Daniel’s humiliation from the night before had already merged with shaky videos of the black cars this morning. Captions screamed across screens:

“Is this the Cole heir?”

“From beggar to billionaire?”

“Graduation proposal gone wrong, plot twist?”

The story was spreading faster than either of them could contain.

Sophia’s stomach twisted. She hated it. She hated that his name was still in everyone’s mouth, that the laughter wasn’t aimed solely at him anymore. Doubt had infected it, curiosity, even awe.

Her boyfriend clenched his jaw, glaring at the screens. “This is nothing. Viral junk. He’ll crawl back into his hole soon enough. Just wait.”, But Sophia wasn’t sure.

Far away from the buzzing campus, inside the sleek black car, Daniel sat in silence as the city blurred past the windows.

Luther glanced at him. “You handled yourself well, young master. But know this, by tonight, the entire city will know your name. The board insists on a public introduction.”

Daniel closed his eyes, Sophia’s sneer flashing in his memory, the laughter of his classmates, the sting of humiliation.

“Tonight, then,” he murmured.

Outside, the city pulsed with life, unaware that the balance of power was about to shift.

The city gave way to winding roads and iron gates taller than most buildings. The black cars glided past a line of stone lions, their eyes carved sharp and ancient, watching every visitor who dared enter.

Beyond the gates stretched an estate so vast it seemed to swallow the horizon. Rolling lawns, glass towers, and mansions older than the republic itself sprawled together in impossible harmony.

I stared out the tinted window, a strange ache rising in my chest. This was supposed to be home. And yet, it felt like a world I’d been locked out of all my life.

The car stopped before a staircase of white marble. At its top waited a dozen men and women in tailored suits, lined in two rows. They bowed in unison the moment I stepped out.

“Young master,” they intoned, voices steady, reverent.

The sound made my skin prickle. For years, I had been invisible. Last night, I had been a joke. But here… here, every eye watched me as though I carried the weight of nations.

Luther guided me up the steps. At the top, heavy oak doors swung inward to reveal a hall of glass chandeliers and polished floors so pristine they mirrored the ceiling. Portraits of my ancestors lined the walls, each face severe, unyielding.

At the far end, beneath a golden crest, sat a long table. Around it, the Cole family board, men and women whose signatures could shift markets and topple empires, As I entered, they rose to their feet.

“Welcome, young master,” the eldest said, his voice low but commanding. “Tonight, the inheritance ceremony will begin. By dawn, the world will know your name.”

The words echoed through me, heavy as iron, I thought of Sophia’s laugh. Of her sneer. Of her question: What makes you think you can give me happiness?

My jaw tightened, By tomorrow, she would have her answer, The board members sat again, eyes never leaving me.

The eldest leaned forward. “But before the ceremony, Daniel, there is something you must know. The moment you take this mantle, enemies will rise. Betrayal will follow. And the first attack…” His gaze darkened. “…may already be in motion.”

The chandelier above flickered once, casting long shadows across the table, My inheritance wasn’t just wealth. It was war.