Revenge Of The Billionaire Heir

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Declan stared at the woman in the white suit for a long moment, unsure if he was still half asleep. She looked too perfect, too calm, too… powerful.

Her hair was tied in a tight blonde bun, not a strand out of place.

Her heels clicked softly as she stepped forward, still smiling.

“You must be freezing,” she said. “Please follow me.”

Another tall man in a black suit stood beside her.

His face was blank, unreadable.

He opened the back door of a sleek black limousine and waited.

Declan didn’t move.

He rubbed his eyes, wondering if his brain was playing tricks on him.

The woman placed her hand on her chest politely.

“My name is Ms. Sonia,” she said. “I will be your personal secretary. I will guide you from now on.”

Declan blinked at her, confused.

“Secretary?” he echoed. “Whose secretary?”

“Yours,” she said gently. “Young master.”

He let out a short laugh …tired and disbelieving.

Right now, he was in dirty clothes, hungry, bruised, and had just slept in a cold cell with criminals. There was nothing “young master” about him.

“This is a joke,” he said, shaking his head.

“There’s no way Stefan sent you to kidnap me. He isn’t that creative. And nobody else cares about me, so… where are the cameras? Is this a prank show?”

He looked around, half expecting someone to jump out holding a phone.

Ms. Sonia didn’t laugh.

Her expression remained calm and respectful, even.

“This is not a prank,” she said softly.

She opened a thin leather file in her hand and pulled out a photograph.

She offered it to him.

Declan reached for it slowly, still doubtful…

His breath hitched.

It was a photo of Grandma Nana , but not the Nana he knew.

Not the woman in the stable with tired hands and worn clothes.

This Nana wore a deep blue silk suit, elegant jewelry, and her hair was styled neatly. Her smile was soft, warm, but her posture… regal.

She looked like someone important.

Someone powerful.

Someone from another life.

Declan felt as though his mind had been split open.

“This… is Nana?” he whispered.

Ms. Sonia nodded.

“She was a remarkable woman.”

Before he could ask anything more, she flipped to the next page.

A picture of the emerald ring filled the sheet , the same ring resting on his finger now.

“And this,” she continued, “belongs to the Hale royal line.”

Declan stared at the ring.

His ring.

The only thing Nana had left him.

He swallowed hard, but his throat felt tight.

“I hope,” Ms. Sonia said gently, “that with this, you can trust me enough to come with us to the private quarters. Once there, His Royal Highness will speak with you personally.”

His mind spun.

Royal… Highness?

He felt lightheaded.

All the energy drained from him.

Every logical thought fluttered like papers blown by wind.

This was insane.

Completely insane.

Maybe he was dreaming.

Maybe he was still asleep in the cell.

But… what was the worst that could happen?

His life was already a disaster.

He had nothing left anyway.

Declan let out a shaky breath.

He nodded.

“Fine,” he said quietly. “I’ll go.”

Ms. Sonia’s eyes softened, as if she knew how overwhelmed he felt.

“Thank you, young master,” she said gently. “Please step inside.”

The bodyguard opened the limo door for him.

Declan hesitated before climbing in grateful, strangely, because he didn’t even know how to open it. There was no visible handle.

Ms. Sonia sat in the front beside the driver, her posture straight.

“Would you like some champagne?” she asked, turning slightly.

Declan’s heart jumped.

Poison?

His instinct screamed.

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I’m fine.”

He leaned back, unsure what to do with his hands.

He could feel the ring warm against his skin.

His thoughts returned again and again to Nana’s elegant photograph.

Who was she?

Who had she been?

The car drove for a while through the city, leaving traffic and noise behind. Then the buildings changed.

The roads widened.

Security checkpoints appeared.

Guards saluted the car as it passed.

Declan’s eyes widened as the limousine moved through tall golden gates guarded by soldiers dressed in navy blue uniforms. The metal gate alone looked worth more than his entire orphanage.

The car continued forward, rolling over smooth white stone. The world outside seemed to glow bright, organized, impossibly clean.

He pressed closer to the window, breath catching in his throat.

A castle stood before him.

Not just a mansion.

Not just a large estate.

A castle.

It stretched wider than his university, with white walls carved in Greek patterns, tall pillars rising like ancient gods, and fountains spraying crystal clear water into the air.

The ground was so perfectly polished he could almost see his reflection on the driveway.

Flower gardens lined the paths roses, lilies, flowers he didn’t even recognize, blooming like a dream.

He tried to count how many staff and guards stood around, but there were too many. Everyone looked disciplined, uniformed, and important.

His jaw stayed open.

He had never seen anything like this not in magazines, not on TV, not even in his imagination.

When the car finally stopped inside a marble-walled garage, Declan found himself surrounded by dozens of luxurious cars.

Some looked like they belonged in museums.

Some were custom models he had never seen before.

He felt dizzy.

The bodyguard stepped out first, opened Declan’s door again, and gave a small bow.

“This way.”

Declan followed beside Ms. Sonia, feeling completely out of place in his wrinkled clothes and tired face. They guided him toward a large doorway carved with gold designs.

Two massive guards pushed the doors open.

Inside, the hallway appeared endless.

Bright golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, and the marble floor shone like glass.

At the far end stood an elderly man, tall and dignified, dressed in a white ceremonial robe stitched with gold thread.

Around him were more than twenty bodyguards, all perfectly still.

The old man smiled warmly and opened his arms as if greeting a long lost child.

His voice was deep and steady as he called out:

“Everyone, welcome the heir.”