The Emperor’s only Heir

Chapter seven

After enduring enough humiliation, tears started swirling in Brian’s eyes but he dared not do anything rash if he still wanted to keep his job and his life.

Brian was still on his knees when the hotel attendant came around.

“Good evening Mr Dario. Welcome to Sesame hotel. I trust you had a pleasant journey. My name is Sarah, and I have the privilege of assisting you during your stay as a VIP guest.”

“Allow me to escort you to your luxurious accommodation.”

“Yes please,” Dario left and followed the hotel attendant.

Dario wasn’t done with Brian obviously but he’ll be back for him so he can have enough to tell the Williams.

Though Dario was yet to know that Sesame hotel was also one of the businesses his father left behind and Brian only managed it.

On the other hand, Bruce warned Brian not to get up from his knees until Dario himself told him to.

Brian knew he would dare not disobey Sir Bruce’s order, no matter what.

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After a while of walking down a corridor, Sarah halted at the front of a large golden door, “Here’s your suite and the key to your suite, sir,” she said, stretching forth a complementary golden key.

“If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to put a call through with the table phone. Once again, thank you for choosing Sesame hotel,” she bowed deeply before leaving.

Stepping through the golden double door, Dario was greeted by a lavish sanctuary. The walls of the room adorned with deep burgundy wallpapers reflected elegance.

Dario was sure of a promising night of unparalleled comfort when he saw the plush king sized bed at the center of the room. It was covered with rich linen with plump pillows arranged on it.

He looked round the luxury surrounding him and couldn’t help but gush over it. He could testify that being wealthy had its perks.

“Young master, I have ordered a new set of clothes for you. They will be here in no time.”

“Also, the items you requested will be delivered as well,” Bruce added.

Then Dario remembered he had a banquet to attend tonight. He initially didn’t plan to go but he needed to cool off the tension of the day. So, attending the banquet wouldn’t be so bad.

“I’d love impeccable outfits suitable for a banquet. I have a banquet to attend later tonight.”

“Alright sir.” Bruce answered and left.

Dario had a warm bath, some good food and changed into the hotel robe.

He sat, watching TV when he saw the wedding invitation of Cooper and Delilah on the screen. There was an immediate flash of disappointment in Dario’s eyes.

The wedding was going to take place in a week at Southlake Grand hall.

Southlake Grand hall was the biggest and most luxurious wedding location in the country. It had held its position as the number one ranked in the entire country for years.

And only people with the highest of the highest status could host an event there. Hosting your wedding at Southlake Grand Hall required much more than just money.

It was meant for only the most influential and the most powerful.

Just a day after she divorced Dario, her wedding invitation was on the news, proposed to happen in a week! Dario could not believe his eyes.

He felt a storm of anger rave inside of him.

After how much he sacrificed for Delilah, she decided to play tricks on him.

When Dario got married to Delilah, the Williams group wasn't doing so well in business. It got better during the past year and as it got better, they all got pompous, feeling on top of the world.

Dario continuously switched jobs every day, solely to use all his earnings to sponsor Delilah's lavish lifestyle. At the time, instead of saving for himself to pursue his own entrepreneurial endeavors, he preferred to invest in Delilah's business.

All these years, he worked tirelessly and never complained. He genuinely didn’t mind because she meant the world to him.

But now, he made those sacrifices all for what?

He was determined to make every one of the Williams pay in million folds. He needed to come up with a plan and when he was done with them, they wouldn’t believe what hit them.

‘When I’m done with them, they’d beg for death instead!’ Dario murmured coldly to himself.

His thoughts abruptly diverted when he remembered his ruthless aunt; Elizabeth, which made him get more angry. Whoever she is, how dare she try to kill him.

Dario didn’t know Elizabeth nor had he met her before, but whether she was the powerful empress that ruled the mighty Beth empire, he didn’t give a damn. He was determined to make her understand that no one messes with an “Esterno”.

Well, a “Reynolds” now.

He had a lot of things to do and to be able to achieve his goals, he needed to ascend his rightful position as the emperor of the Persian empire.

Dario knew how much responsibility will be on his shoulders accepting to fulfill his father’s dying wish.

Aside from the numerous businesses under the Persian empire, he’d be overseeing the empire as a whole.

But he didn’t mind. He had questions about his father too and needed to get answers however way.

At the thoughts of how much he could achieve now, Dario smirked, his furrowed brows relaxed as a sense of satisfaction settled over him.

As he savored the moment, a ding-dong sound coming from the doorbell interrupted Dario’s thoughts.

“Delivery sir,” a distinct voice called out.

After Dario received his order, he politely thanked the delivery agent.

“Ouuu” Dario couldn’t stop smiling at the gun after he unboxed the parcel.

It was the iconic Walther PPK. During this period, it was famous for its association with the popular secret agent, James Bond.

It was petite enough for discreet carry in Dario’s pocket and this classic firearm allowed rapid-fire and precision shooting.

‘Now Elizabeth could send her men.’

Bruce did a great job by delivering everything Dario asked for and more. Dario had more than three outfits to pick from for the banquet.

After contemplating, Dario picked a black Gucci suit, a silver Rolex watch and Ferragamo sleek shoes.

It was already almost time for the banquet so Dario slid into his outfit and left for the banquet.

On getting downstairs, he saw Brian sleeping on his knees but he didn’t bother and just walked past until he felt something obstructing his leg from moving.

“Dario! Please forgive me.” Brain pleaded, holding on to Dario’s right leg.

“Please forgive me!”

Brain already came to realize that Dario was no longer a person he could humiliate anymore, but he wouldn’t accept this reality because he still planned to humiliate Dario any other chance he got.

Now, he was just pretending and would do anything to get what he wanted; get up from his knees with his job and life still intact, even if he had to lick Dario’s feet.

Brian hated it.

But now, when he gets up from his knees, he would have the time to plan and perpetuate evil.

Dario wasn’t moved by his pleas and bows, he jerked his leg off Brian’s hold and walked out.

Bruce already arranged a personal driver and one of the luxurious cars for Dario so he casually walked out knowing his ride was ready.

As Dario confidently strode out of the hotel, the glow of confidence radiating from his every step, his path was suddenly blocked.

With a chill creeping down his spine, Dario quickly reached out for his pocket gun as a voice cut through the air, “Dario Esterno!”