SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 2

Benjamin stared at the diamond ring for a moment, then snapped the lid shut. His fist tightened around the box.

A buzzing in his pocket snapped him out of his thoughts. His phone vibrated insistently.

He answered after glancing at the screen. "Hello?" His penetrating deep voice said over the phone.

"Benjamin! How are you doing? Did you propose already?" The older voice on the line brimmed with excitement,

"I have prepared the grandest mansion in the capital as your congratulatory gift, reserved the most luxurious restaurant at the top floor. I also prepare a 500-thousand-dollar wine, Screaming Eagle Cabernet 1992. It’s the best I could find, hope she likes it.”

The older man's voice said with enthusiasm.

Benjamin let out a low sigh. "You don’t need to bother, Timothy. It’s not happening."

On the other end of the line, Timothy heard Benjamin's dull tone and froze. His mind raced in shock.

The woman... rejected Benjamin?

The Benjamin who was richer than nations? The Benjamin shrouded in mystery and unmatched power?

Did she know who he was?

Shocked, Timothy fell into silence.

He had planned to make his request while Mr. Benjamin was in a good mood, but now…

Benjamin, sharp as ever, caught the silence hanging between them.

"Is there something else you need to tell me, Timothy?"

Timothy finally spoke up.

"I have a friend who’s in urgent need of medical help."

He paused, then added, "For most people, this would be a huge problem. But for you? It’s just another Tuesday."

"Timothy, I wish I could, but-"

"Wait," Timothy interrupted, his voice dropping to a whisper. "She’s offering Moonbloom as a reward."

The word hit Benjamin like a lightning strike. His breath caught.

Moonbloom, its leaves glowing faintly in the dark, a plant so scarce it was practically mythical.

Benjamin had spent years searching for it, chasing whispers and rumors, only to hit dead ends.

The few known specimens were locked away by powerful families, out of reach.

And now... here it was.

It was the one thing he needed to save his mother.

Her illness was a cruel, relentless thing—a rare disease that defied modern medicine.

The only hope was an ancient remedy, a concoction of seven near-impossible-to-find herbs.

Benjamin had spent years tracking down three of them. Four remained.

Moonbloom was a missing piece.

"I'm on my way." Benjamin replied in a more serious tone.

"I thought you’d say that," Timothy replied, a hint of relief in his tone. "See you soon."

As the call ended, Timothy let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

A small, relieved smile spread across his face.

His friend’s life was as good as saved.

Because when Benjamin said he was coming, it meant the fight was already over.

After all, Benjamin wasn’t just a man who saves people's lives. He was THE MAN. 

The one they called "God’s Touch."

There were only two kinds of patients in Benjamin’s world: those he didn’t want to save... and those he couldn’t lose.

And so far, no one had ever fallen into the second category.

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.

Benjamin stepped out—and came face-to-face with a young man.

He was dressed in a well-tailored suit. It could have only been directly ordered from a top designer's fashion house.

As usual, he was surrounded by a crowd of women, who were just dispersing as the elevator came open.

Benjamin didn’t need a second glance to recognize him.

Marcus Roberts.

His cologne was arrogance, his aftershave was pride, and he wore the title of ‘playboy’ like a badge of honor.

More importantly, he was Emily’s "ideal" suitor.

The wealthy spoiled asshole she had chosen over him.

Benjamin’s jaw tightened, but his expression remained calm.

The elevator doors shut behind him, and he prepared to walk past.

But Marcus wasn’t one to let a moment slide.

"Well, if it isn’t the pauper of the year. I heard." Marcus sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "It must be really hard to get kicked out on your face like that."

Benjamin stayed silent. Confronting Marcus was the last thing on his mind.

"It is a good thing she finally came to her senses, don't you think? I mean, I always knew Emily was a sensible woman. Even though I found it difficult to understand her years of staying with you." Marcus smirked, stepping closer.

Benjamin tried to push past Marcus, but he blocked his way.

“Whoa, not so fast,” Marcus said, grinning. “I need one last look at your face before I walk the woman you love down the aisle.”

Benjamin’s anger boiled, but he ignored it.

He could take Marcus down in a second, but he wasn’t about to make a scene. Not here, not now.

Marcus eyed the small red box in Benjamin’s hand and laughed.

"No way, you actually went through with it? And with that pathetic thing? Look at how old it is!" He burst out laughing.

Before Benjamin reacted, Marcus snatched the box right out of his hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" Benjamin’s patience wearing thin.

“Oh, don’t be so upset, just wanna make a comparison.” Marcus taunted, spinning the red box in his hand. “This is rubbish.”

“And this”—he pulled out a bigger, black velvet box—“is how you present a ring. But I guess it’s a little out of your league, huh?”

Benjamin reached for it, but Marcus yanked the box away, throwing the red box to the floor.

“Oops, my bad,” Marcus smirked.

The next moment, Marcus froze.

“What was that?”

That was when he noticed the red, diamond ring on the floor beside the box.

The red diamond ring lay on the floor, its brilliance so intense it was almost blinding.

The light it threw off was sharp, dazzling, like a shard of the sun itself.

This wasn’t just some ordinary piece of jewelry. No way. This was something... legendary.

"It can't be." He murmured to himself, moving closer to Benjamin as he picked up the ring.

"Stop!" he shouted at Benjamin. "How in the world did you manage to lay your filthy hands on that invaluable piece of diamond?!" He asked him in a threatening tone.