The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 7

As they got into the car, Oliver couldn't help but look around. The seats were soft, the floor spotless, and everything inside looked so shiny and new. The car's stereo system even looked fancy, and the smell of leather filled the air. He couldn’t believe it.

"This... this is unreal," Oliver whispered to himself. "I never thought I’d be in a car like this, not even in my wildest dreams."

Madam President smiled, seeing his shock. "Don’t worry, Oliver," she said gently. "You come from a long line of wealth. All those struggles, all those tough days—gone. Money won’t be your problem anymore."

Oliver leaned back in the seat, still trying to take it all in. His whole life had changed in less than two days. One minute, he was struggling to survive, and now he was sitting in this luxury car.

He even pinched himself just to make sure this wasn’t some crazy dream. When he felt the pinch, he realized it was all real. But still, part of him was afraid that it might all disappear.

As they sat in the car, Madam President looked at Oliver with a smile and asked if she could place her hand on his. He gave a small nod, unsure of what to expect but feeling strangely comforted by her presence.

When her hand gently touched his, a warmth spread through him, and she sighed softly, as if finally feeling at peace.

“I’m sorry if all this feels overwhelming,” she said, her voice full of emotion. “But it feels like a dream to me too. I never thought I’d find you again. And now that I have, I can’t even explain what I’m feeling. It’s just... I’m so happy.”

Oliver didn’t know what to say. He was still trying to process everything that had happened in the past two days.

This was the woman who gave him life, and now, she was holding his hand, like everything had come full circle. She leaned in and kissed his hand, a gesture that felt so sincere and deep.

"My name is Isabella Danovan," she said softly, giving him a smile. "But people call me Madam President. I'm the president of the Herrera Group, one of the biggest conglomerates in the country."

She paused for a moment, letting him absorb that information before continuing, “My family runs a lot of businesses. We own things like Herrera Manufacturing, which makes everything from cars to electronics, and Velocity Bank, which is one of the largest banks in the region."

She continued, "Summit Law, a law firm that handles everything from corporate cases to international matters; NexGen Tech, a company that creates innovative tech; and MedicaCorp, which is revolutionizing healthcare.”

Oliver's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard the name of one of the companies his mom had mentioned. “Wait, did you just say... Mediacorp?” he asked, making sure he heard her right.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, that’s the one.”

Oliver’s jaw dropped. “That’s where I work!” he said, his voice a bit shaky. “And... they’ve made my life miserable there. Every day feels like a struggle.”

Madam President squeezed his hand gently. “Don’t worry about them anymore. That’s all in the past. No one will treat you badly again. You’re with me now.”

Oliver nodded slowly, still in shock. Everything seemed unreal. One minute he was struggling at a job he hated, and the next, he was in a car with the president of one of the biggest conglomerates in the country. He had no idea how his life had turned upside down so quickly.

As they continued talking, the car suddenly slowed down. Oliver looked out the window and couldn’t believe his eyes. They were at a huge, towering gate. The name of the estate was written clearly on a sign: Danovan Estates.

Oliver couldn’t help but ask, “Is this your house?”

Madam President chuckled softly. “This is just one of them,” she said casually. “We have a few others, but this one is close to my heart.”

Oliver's mouth hung open in disbelief. "This... this is just one of your houses?" he asked, still trying to make sense of it all.

Madam President gave him a warm smile. "Yes, it's one of the smaller ones," she said casually. "You'll get used to this kind of luxury soon enough."

As Oliver stepped out of the car, he couldn’t stop himself from staring. The estate seemed to go on forever, with beautiful gardens, tall trees, and a massive mansion that looked like it belonged in a movie. He whispered to himself, “Can someone really be this rich?”

She chuckled softly. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

Once inside, Oliver couldn't believe his eyes. The house was massive, with high ceilings and huge windows that let in the sunlight. Everywhere he looked, there was something amazing—a grand staircase, sparkling chandeliers, and walls lined with beautiful art.

He couldn’t help but touch some of the priceless artifacts, mesmerized by the luxury. It was a far cry from the dingy places he had been used to.

Madam President watched him with a knowing smile. “You’ll get used to it,” she repeated.