The Underestimated Husband's Dominance

Chapter 5

The silence in the grand room was heavy after Connor’s question.

Harris stood frozen, his lips pressed tight as if weighing the right words.

Finally, he sighed deeply. “You deserve to know the truth, young master,” he said slowly. “But it’s not an easy truth to hear.”

Connor’s voice was calm but sharp. “I’ve heard enough half-truths for one lifetime. Just tell me, Harris. What incident happened when I was fifteen?”

Harris took a deep breath, his eyes filled with the kind of pain that only comes from memories long buried. “You were attacked.”

Connor frowned, confusion spreading across his face. “Attacked? By who?”

“By your father’s enemies,” Harris said gravely. “A powerful and ruthless organization known as The Black Lotus.”

Connor blinked, the name unfamiliar and strange on his tongue. “Black Lotus? What’s that supposed to mean? Some kind of gang?”

Harris gave a slow nod. “You could call them that, but they are far more dangerous than common criminals. The Black Lotus isn’t just one family; it’s a network of the most powerful, corrupt families in the business world. They control politics, industries, and even governments in secret. When they set their sights on someone, that person either pays them, joins them… or disappears.”

Connor’s stomach turned. “And they attacked me?”

Harris’s voice softened. “Yes, young master. You were only fifteen. It happened right after your birthday celebration. They came for you that night because they wanted to send a message to your father.”

“A message?” Connor with a small voice.

Harris nodded. “They wanted to hurt him in the worst possible way, by taking his only son.”

Connor’s throat went dry. “Why would anyone want to hurt my father like that?”

Harris looked down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “Because your father refused to give them what they wanted. The Black Lotus demanded half of his fortune. Half of everything he worked for all his life. They claimed it was the ‘tax of loyalty’— a price every powerful businessman must pay to stay in their good books.”

Connor shook his head in disbelief. “Half of his wealth? For what reason?”

“Control,” Harris said simply. “Power. They call themselves The Lords of the Business World. Everyone in high places either serves them or fears them. They call their demands The Tax as if it’s some natural law. Your father refused to bow down to them. He built his empire with his own sweat and refused to share it with snakes.”

Connor’s hands clenched. “So, they tried to kill me instead?”

“Yes,” Harris said, his voice filled with anger. “They ambushed your car that night. Your driver and two guards were killed instantly. You were the only survivor, though you were badly injured.”

Connor’s breath hitched. “I… I don’t remember any of that.”

“You wouldn’t,” Harris said softly. “You were hit in the head with a heavy object during the attack. You lost a lot of blood. When we found you, you were already unconscious. The doctors said it was a miracle you survived. But the injury led to memory loss… and you fell into a coma for months.”

Connor stared at him blankly.

“Yes, young master,” Harris said. “You were in a coma for nearly six months. When you finally woke up, your memory was gone. You couldn’t remember your name, your father, your home—nothing. It was as if your entire past had been erased.”

Connor slowly reached up, his fingers brushing through his hair. He stopped when he felt a thin, hard scar running across the side of his head. His heart skipped.

He remembered asking his mother about that scar years ago. She had told him it was from an accident he had as a boy, something about falling off a bike.

Connor swallowed hard. “My mother told me this scar was from a fall. She said I hit my head while riding a bicycle.”

Harris shook his head sadly. “She told you that to protect you. The truth is, that scar is from the attack that almost took your life.”

Connor’s voice cracked slightly. “And she blamed my father for it?”

“Yes,” Harris said, his tone sounded grave. “Your mother was furious with your father. She believed it was his pride and stubbornness that brought the danger to your doorstep. While you were in the hospital, she accused him of putting power above family. She blamed him for not giving The Black Lotus what they wanted. She said she couldn’t let you stay in that world anymore.”

“So, she took me away,” Connor whispered.

Harris nodded. “Yes. She disappeared with you. She left no trace, no notes, no calls, nothing. By the time we realized what she’d done, you were gone.”

Connor turned away, walking toward the window. His reflection stared back at him in the glass. Behind the tired eyes was the faint outline of the scar that had started it all.

All this time… his mother wasn’t in the streets because of poverty. She was hiding from enemies.

He spoke softly, almost to himself. “All these years… I thought we were just unlucky. That my father died and left us with nothing. I hated him sometimes, thinking he abandoned us.”

Harris’s voice came gently behind him. “Your father never stopped searching for you. He hired private investigators, paid ransoms, bribed officials, anything to find his son. But the Black Lotus made sure every trail went cold. They wanted your father to suffer, and they succeeded.”

Connor turned back to him, with a fierce voice. “You said they finally killed him?”

Harris’s eyes darkened. “Yes. Two years ago. They poisoned him. We couldn’t prove it, but we knew. It was them. They made it look like a natural illness, but every sign pointed to The Black Lotus.”

Connor clenched his fists, raw anger burning in his chest. “And they got away with it.”

“They almost did,” Harris said, his tone hardening. “But they couldn’t take over the Winchester empire because your father had already signed everything under your name. Every property, every account, every asset, legally protected. And I have spent the last two years keeping it all safe until you were found.”

Connor stared at him in disbelief. “You’ve been protecting it all this time?”

“Yes, young master,” Harris said, bowing slightly. “Your father trusted me to guard your legacy. But now that you’re here, it’s time to take your rightful place.”

Connor blinked, the words sinking slowly. 

“Yes, young master,” Harris said firmly. “As the heir of the Winchester empire.”

Connor rubbed his forehead, overwhelmed. “This is… too much, Harris. You’re telling me I was attacked by some secret organization, lost my memory, my father was murdered by them, and now I’m supposed to be the heir to a business I know nothing about?”

Harris stepped forward. “I know it’s a lot to take in. But you must understand, everything your father built, all his sweat, his work, his legacy, now belongs to you.”

Connor looked at him suspiciously. “Everything? How much are we talking about here?”

Harris opened a file from the desk nearby and handed it to him. “All in your name, young master. According to the updated records… assets, investments, companies, and estates, you currently control an estimated value of eight hundred billion dollars.”

Connor’s eyes widened. “Ei-Eight hundred billion?” he repeated, almost choking on the number.

“Yes, young master,” Harris said, his face remained calm. “Including gold reserves, offshore accounts, and multiple businesses across continents. You own tech firms, hotels, shipping lines, even an airline. The Winchester legacy is one of the world’s greatest fortunes.”

Connor sat back down on the bed, staring blankly. His mind raced. Eight hundred billion?

He’d been sleeping in his wife’s masion on the bed days ago. Lena didn’t even let him share her bed saying he could only sleep on a bed if he could afford one, so he had been sleeping on the bare floor.

Now someone was telling him he owned half the world. His mind went to Lena and the entire montgomery family. He thought about the mistreatment from Lena and how she continously chose Benjamin Carver over him becuase he was poor.

“I don’t even know how to process this,” he murmured.

Harris knelt in front of him, his voice urgent now. “young, your father’s dream was that one day, you would rise above everything that happened. He wanted you to carry his name with pride and rebuild what was lost. Please, don’t let the Black Lotus win. Don’t let them erase the Winchester name from history.”

Connor looked at him, still struggling to breathe evenly. “You really believe I can do that?”

“I don’t just believe it,” Harris said with conviction. “I know it. You are your father’s son. The strength in your blood, the courage in your heart, it’s all his.”

Connor stared down at his hands. They trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the weight of what was suddenly on his shoulders.

He thought of Lena again, of the humiliation he faced, of being called useless and worthless.

And now… he was the heir to one of the greatest fortunes in the world.

For a long time, he said nothing. Then he slowly lifted his gaze to Harris. “So this… this is what I was born into. The world that tried to kill me.”

Harris nodded. “Yes, young master. But it’s also the world your father built for you. And now it’s your turn to claim it.”

Connor’s voice dropped low, his eyes turning cold. “Then maybe it’s time the Black Lotus learned what it feels like to be hunted.”

“And as for you Lena Montgomery, underestimating me will be your fall,” he said to himself.

Harris’s lips curved in the faintest smile. “Then you’ll take your place, sir?”

Connor looked out the window of the vast estate.

He took a slow breath. “If everything you’ve said is true… then yes. It’s time I take back what’s mine.”

Harris bowed deeply, relief and pride in his voice. “Welcome home, young master Winchester. It is time to rule the world.”