Revenge Of The Billionaire Heir

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Declan stared at the woman wearing a custom made white suit that made her look elegant and sophisticated for a long moment.

He wasn’t sure if he was still half asleep or imagining things. She looked too perfect, too calm, too… powerful and too good to be true.

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

Her heels clicked softly as she stepped forward with a gentle smile.

“You must be freezing,” she said. “Please follow me.” She said and led him to the car where another tall man in a black.

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

Declan didn’t move.

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

“Pinch me.” He said, extending his hands to her, he needed to be sure he wasn’t sleeping or worse… dead.

The woman saw through his troubles and decided to make it easy for him to comprehend.

“My name is Ms. Sonia,” she said, placing her hand on her chest politely.

“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 unbelievable laugh.

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 said, more to himself.

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

However, 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 when he saw it.

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 in shock and awe of all that he had heard and seen.

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 with with appreciation for the guard who opened the door because he would never had been able to do it.

Who knew a limo had 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 at the offer as he finally thought, this is definitely how they kill me, with a poisoned champagne.

His instinct screamed.

He didn’t know wether to smile he’ll die in a limo drinking champagne or cry for the very same reason.

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

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

He could feel ring warm from the dirty jail walls crawling against his skin and suddenly remembered it has been a few days since he took a bath.

Suddenly thinking about baths, his thoughts returned again and again to Nana’s elegant photograph.

Who was she?

Who had she been?

She really did clean up new well, he thought.

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 giant 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.”