The Hidden Heir

Chapter 4: The Hidden Wealth

Over the next few days, Grey lived in a hotel that Dominic paid for. He could not go back to the apartment he had shared with Nora. He could not go back to his old life. Everything was changing too fast.

Dominic taught him about the King family business. He taught him about finance, about power, about how to lead people. He taught him how to speak to important men and women. He taught him how to dress and how to act like a king.

"Your father was not just a businessman," Dominic said. "He was a leader. He was respected by presidents and kings. People feared him, but they also loved him. You must learn to be like him."

Grey studied hard. He read books about business. He watched videos about leadership. He practiced speaking in front of a mirror. He was preparing himself for the life that was waiting for him.

On the third day, Dominic took Grey to a private bank. The bank was hidden underground. Only very important people could enter.

The manager of the bank was an old woman named Patricia. She had known Grey's father. She had tears in her eyes when she saw Grey.

"You look just like him," Patricia said, holding Grey's hand. "Your father was a good man. I am so happy to see his son alive."

Patricia showed Grey to a private vault. Inside the vault were boxes and boxes of documents, gold bars, jewelry, and cash. There were also paintings and sculptures worth millions of dollars.

"This is only a small part of what your father left behind," Patricia said. "The rest is in business accounts, real estate, and investments all over the world."

She handed Grey a thick folder. "This is your financial statement. Look at the first page."

Grey opened the folder and looked at the number. His hands started to shake.

The account contained seven billion dollars.

"Seven billion?" Grey whispered.

"Seven billion, three hundred and forty million dollars," Patricia corrected. "And that is just the liquid assets. Your real estate holdings, your business shares, and your other investments are worth at least fifty billion more."

Grey felt like he was dreaming. He had been poor his whole life. He had been hungry. He had been treated like garbage. And all this time, he was incredibly rich.

"Your uncle has been trying to access these accounts for years," Patricia explained. "But your father set it up so that only his blood heir could claim the money. He wanted to make sure that if anything happened to him, you would be protected."

"What about my mother?" Grey asked.

"Your mother has been receiving money from a trust fund," Patricia said. "It is enough to live comfortably, but not nearly what belongs to you."

Patricia handed Grey a credit card made of gold. "This is your personal card. You can use it to access any amount of money you need. There are no limits."

Grey held the card in his hands. It felt heavy, like it held the weight of his entire life.

"There is something else you should know," Patricia said, her voice becoming serious. "Your uncle is very dangerous. He has killed people who got in his way. He has paid off politicians and police officers. He controls a large criminal empire in addition to the legal business."

"Why hasn't he been arrested?" Grey asked.

"Because he is too smart," Patricia said. "He always uses other people to do his dirty work. No one can prove anything against him. But we know the truth. And you should know that he will try to kill you if he finds out who you really are."