Reborn Rich; Crown Of Vengeance

3

“You fell down the stairs. You were drunk.”

Harry said, which made Summer even more confused.

“But I don’t drink.”

He argued, and for the first time, Harry stared at him as if he had lost his mind.

“Yes, you drink! You have a whole bar filled with various brands of expensive alcohol. I think you really hurt your head when you fell. We will go to the hospital, but not today. We have to leave now. Your parents are already on their way to the restaurant.”

Harry told him and hurriedly helped him fix his tie. Summer kept rethinking everything he knew was real and trying to make sense of his new reality.

Walking out of the bedroom showed him a whole new side of his supposed apartment. It turned out that it wasn’t just the bedroom that was huge; every part of the apartment was. Harry hurried him out of the house so he couldn’t look around.

Finding out that he not only had more than three cars in his parking lot but also had a personal driver was another experience that shocked Summer. If Harry hadn’t hurried him into the car, Summer would probably have spent hours just looking at the expensive cars that he never once thought would ever be his.

“Do you really not remember anything?”

Harry asked on the drive to the restaurant to meet his supposed parents.

“Yes, I don’t remember anything aside from my name. I don’t remember you. I don’t remember my father being Charles Montague, and I certainly don’t remember having a stepmother or a fucking personal car.”

The more he spoke, the harder it was for him to fully process everything going on with him. There had to be some clue somewhere about what was really going on with him. If only he could find it.

“We will go to the hospital, but for now, I will fill you in on the things you need to know to get by today.”

Summer nodded at Harry’s words. He pulled out his tablet.

“This is your dad. This is your mom. Yes, she is your stepmother, but you call her Mom, and you love her. She loves you.”

Summer took the tablet from him and stared at the photo of his supposed stepmother, who loved him as her son. For the first time since he woke up, he felt a tug in his heart.

For some reason, even though nothing else made sense, seeing her face gave him some kind of peace that he couldn’t explain.

“Her name is Rose, and she has been married to your dad for ten years now, since you were eleven.”

Summer’s eyes turned to Harry at the mention of his age.

“How old am I?”

He asked, needing to confirm something important.

“You are currently twenty-one. Your birthday is a week from now.”

Summer pulled out his phone and checked the date for a week from now.

“That’s my actual birthday!”

He blurted out in shock.

“Yes, it is.”

“But I am not twenty-one.”

In what now looked like his past life, Summer had been approaching his twenty-seventh birthday, and he already had a bad feeling about that day. Well, he never made it to twenty-seven because he died a week before his birthday.

But somehow, he was here, alive, and it was a week before his twenty-second birthday.

“Young Master,”

Harry called.

“Please continue calling me Summer. I assume we are close?”

Harry nodded.

“I have been your personal assistant since you turned fifteen.”

Summer nodded in understanding.

“Are there more people I should know?”

Summer asked.

“Yes.”

Harry took the tablet back from him and started showing him different family members of the Montague family. He didn’t have time to memorize all their faces, but he did his best to remember all the ones Harry said would be at his graduation ceremony, which was apparently a huge event.

“This is your uncle, Evans.”

Summer’s hands clenched into fists at the mention of the name Evans.

Evans Umar.

It was a face he knew very well because Evans was the one who had sold him out. Summer knew he was related to the Montague family somehow, even though it wasn’t a very close relationship.

He also knew that Evans had been actively trying to get Charles Montague to sign over full ownership of the bank to him.

That was why he had taken out the five billion loan from the loan sharks just to pretend that he had made enough money during the time he had managed the bank.

It was the same money that went missing when it was time to pay it back, and somehow, he had managed to convince those bastards that Summer had been the reason the money disappeared.

“Is Evans going to be at my graduation?”

Summer asked.

“Yes, he recently became the CEO of Montague Capital.”

Summer realized that something might not have changed in the new timeline he was in because Evans had become CEO two years before Summer had gotten the job at Montague Capital.

“But he is a terrible person!”

Summer couldn’t stop himself from saying. Or maybe he wasn’t bad in this timeline.

“Yes, he is terrible, but your father was obligated to give him the position because his mother, who is your father’s older sister, was the CEO. If you get what I mean…”

Summer nodded.

“I hate him.”

He mouthed.

“Of course you do! You have made that pretty clear, and everyone knows.”

Okay, maybe some things weren’t lost in the new timeline he was in.

“If everyone knows, then why is he coming to my ceremony? Don’t I get a say in who gets to be invited?”

Summer questioned.

“Yes, you do, and you approved the guest list even with Evans on it. I verified with you, and you said it was okay and that you wanted to show off to him.”

Summer’s eyes widened.

“Show off? Why would I show off to him?”

He asked.

“You have really lost your memories. This is bad! I don’t have enough time to fill you in on everything. I hope your memories won’t be gone for long. I will make an appointment with the hospital.”

Harry said as the car pulled to a stop in front of Primrose, one of the biggest restaurants in the country.

Summer had been here once before, and it had been to deliver a parcel to someone. As he followed Harry into the building, he felt totally out of place and resisted the urge to turn around and walk away.

“My son is here!”

A woman said cheerfully as they made their way to the table. Rose, who was supposedly his stepmother, stood up and opened her arms for him.

The same warm feeling he had felt when he first saw her photo filled his heart, and he went to her.

When they hugged, it felt familiar to him, as if it wasn’t their first hug.

“My baby boy is now a big boy. A graduating student.”

Summer pulled out of the hug and smiled at her.

“Are you proud of me?”

He asked before he could stop himself.

“Of course, I am! I am the proudest mom out there.”

Summer’s eyes suddenly welled up with unshed tears. In his previous life, he hadn’t known the love of a mother.

But now, he had a beautiful woman telling him she was proud of him.

“Where is Dad?”

He asked when he realized his supposed father wasn’t there. For some reason, he was playing the part of their son really well, even though he had no memory of ever being their son.

Maybe, if he could adapt to his new life, he would be able to live happily with his new family.

Maybe he had been given this chance to live happily after the suffering he had endured.

Maybe fate had finally decided to smile on him.

In his previous life, Charles hadn’t had a son, so maybe Summer wasn’t impersonating anyone. Instead, his life had been arranged so that he could be the son of a rich man who had never had one.

“You know your father! He works too much! Right now, he is in a meeting discussing the investment.”

His supposed mother revealed.

“What investment?”

Summer asked, and his mother stared at him with a puzzled expression.

“Did you forget? He is investing in Stanlink.”

Summer’s eyes widened at the mention of Stanlink. As far as he remembered, the business was all fake, and everyone who invested in it ended up losing money.

Montague Holdings took a huge hit because they had been one of the major investors. It had been one of the biggest scams, and Summer had spent time looking into the company. He had seen many loopholes that could have been avoided, yet no one seemed to have noticed them before investing.

Now, if he could just convince his new father that he was going to lose money if he invested in that business, then maybe he could earn his place as Charles Montague’s son.