The Billionaire's Hidden Son

The Heir

Chapter 7

STEPHEN P.O.V

“Why me?” The word flew out of my mouth, and she responded with a chuckle. 

“It's simple. He offended you, he should apologize, and you should decide whether to keep him or not since you're the heir,” she explained.

Heir? I'm the heir? Heir of what?

The man quickly turned to me and fell on his knees.

“I'm deeply sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I didn't know who you are, I didn't know you are an important personnel,” he said, his tone very apologetic. 

I scoffed at his statement, realizing he was missing the point. No one is entitled to insult or embarrass anyone based on their status. Everyone is equal before God and the law.

“I'm deeply sorry, sir, please forgive me” he lamented.

Another drama…I have had enough of dramas today to last a lifetime.

“You may rise” I reached forward to help him up. “I have forgiven you, but you must learn to treat everyone equally. We are all equal, and you must ensure this does not happen again” I said firmly. 

He quickly nodded his head in agreement.

“Yes, sir. It'll never happen again. I promise to change,” he said earnestly, and I flashed him a weak smile. 

“Pardon him, Ms,” I said, addressing the president, who was watching with admiration. 

She nodded her head with a genuine smile. 

“You're lucky he has a good heart,” she remarked, referring to me. “Mr. Stephen, let's go inside,” she invited me in, and I followed obediently, feeling like a lost puppy. 

“Thank you, sir,” I heard Marcus's voice behind me, but I simply nodded my head in acknowledgement.

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I looked around the compound in awe, taking in the grandeur of the house. It was hard not to be impressed by the obvious display of wealth. 

“Welcome to the house,” she said, her smile warm as we stepped into the living room. 

I had to restrain myself from letting out an exclamation. I mean, looking at it from the outside marveled me, but seeing what it actually looks from inside is mesmerizing. 

In all my years of living, I had never seen a mansion as breathtakingly beautiful as this. It seemed that Susan's house, which, I thought, was luxurious, paled in comparison. It was a humbling reminder that I hadn't seen anything yet.

The house exuded an aura of opulence and elegance. Its architectural design was a harmonious blend of classic and contemporary elements. 

As I walked through the living room, my eyes were drawn to the soaring ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, while the walls were embellished with tasteful artwork and ornate mirrors that reflected the abundant natural light. 

Luxurious furnishings were arranged meticulously, creating inviting spaces for relaxation and socialization. 

The house boasted numerous rooms and sprawling hallways that led to hidden corners and secret alcoves, inviting exploration. 

The decors showcased a refined taste, with plush carpets underfoot and detailed woodwork throughout. 

The windows were vast and allowed breathtaking views of meticulously manicured gardens, complete with pristine lawns, vibrant flower beds, and sparkling fountains. 

Every corner of the house seemed to be carefully curated, with rich fabrics, gleaming fixtures, and intricate chandeliers enhancing the overall ambiance. 

It was a mansion that exuded grandeur and spoke of the wealth and success of its occupants.

“Can we have a talk now?” she asked, when she noticed that I had finished admiring the house. 

“Sure,” I replied, and she nodded in agreement. 

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We made our way to the relaxation center and took our seats across from each other.

“There's no easy way to begin, but I'll start from here. You are the lost son of Mr. Roberts, his only son. We searched everywhere for you, but we were informed that you had passed away,” she explained, adding to my already growing confusion. 

“How is that possible?” I asked, bewildered. 

“I will explain” she said, then began. “Several years ago, when you were just a child, one of Mr. Robert's enemies invaded our house and kidnapped you. We tirelessly searched for him, but he remained elusive”

Oh? This will be a typical story time with a popular storyline, but I'd love to hear how my story ended. 

"Eventually, we found him two years later. Sadly, we were informed that you had been killed, which led your father to exact revenge by ending Mr. Aaron' life”

Revenge by taking a life? Where is my father now? 

I wanted to voice out these questions, but refrained myself. 

“I was surprised to see you, and on our first meeting, I even took a sample of your hair for DNA testing. To my joy, it matched with the chairman's. How have you been?” she inquired.

What? A sample of my hair? How the hell did she do that? Why didn't I notice it?

“What happened to you, sir? How did you manage to survive?” she asked.

“It hasn't been easy” I answered. “I grew up in an orphanage home,” I elaborated, noticing her sad expression. 

But it soon faded into a pitiful look, which I honestly don't like one bit.

“When I turned eighteen, I left the orphanage to fend for myself” I proceeded. “But life has been a constant struggle. I tried to support myself financially by working as a driver, and I even attempted to pay for my education. However, everything changed when Susan asked me to pretend to be her husband. For the past five years, I've been serving as her husband and house cleaner without any compensation”

I paused and sighed depressingly when my mind flashed back to the harsh treatment Susan and her family offered me all these years.

“They didn't pay me, and whenever they had the chance, they would mistreat and abuse me,” 

I'm truly thankful that I could finally get this bitterness off my chest. It seemed as though I'm in a therapist's office.

“You haven't filed for a divorce?” she asked. 

“What can I do? They're wealthy and influential. How can I go against the wishes of the only child of the Clintons? I dare not. I've been enduring their mistreatment, hoping that one day I'll be free from their torment,” I replied, my voice laced with a sense of helplessness.

“I understand how difficult this must have been for you,” she responded, her tone empathetic. 

“No one should have to endure such mistreatment and abuse. It's unjust and unacceptable.” She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing.

“As the president of this organization, I assure you that we will do everything within our power to address this situation. Your well-being and safety are of utmost importance.” “I will personally ensure that you are freed from this unfortunate situation,” she added with determination.

“Together, we will take the necessary steps to ensure justice is served and that you can reclaim your life.” I listened to her words, a spark of hope igniting within me. 

It was comforting to know that I had someone in a position of power advocating for concern.

“Thank you, President Karen, for your support and understanding. I have already reviewed the truth of the situation to her parents, and I have made the decision that I will not go back to that house anymore,” I replied with conviction. 

President Karen's demeanor hardened as she spoke.

“I won't even accept that. They need to be held accountable for the abuse and misuse of their power. I strongly urge you to consider filing a complaint to ensure justice is served.” I paused for a moment, contemplating her words, but then firmly expressed my perspective.

“I don't see any reason to file a complaint unless they come after me again. For now, I believe that God has already vindicated me, and I am ready to move forward.” President Karen nodded her head, acknowledging my position.

“I have informed your parents about your existence, and they are eagerly awaiting the opportunity to meet you. However, it is important to consider if you are ready to take on the responsibilities as the only heir. Are you ready?