Beaten by my ex, now I'm a Trillionaire Heir

Ch-2

Darkness.

Then—a surge of power.

Nathan’s eyes snapped open. His body, which had been weak and on the brink of death just moments ago, was now overflowing with an unimaginable force. It roared through his veins, washing away every trace of exhaustion, every drop of weakness.

He could feel it—raw, boundless energy radiating from the ring on his finger.

"What… is this?" he whispered, staring at the glowing metal band.

Suddenly, a flood of ancient knowledge stormed into his mind—cultivation techniques, battle strategies, secrets of power beyond comprehension. The information was overwhelming, but his body instinctively absorbed it, as if it had been waiting for this moment.

But before he could even begin to process what was happening, a snarl cut through the air.

The savage dogs lunged.

Sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light, their monstrous bodies rushing toward him, driven by hunger and instinct.

Nathan didn’t think.

He simply moved.

CRACK!

With a single kick, the first dog’s bones shattered like brittle wood.

It flew backward, slamming against the cage bars with a sickening thud before going completely limp.

The other dogs hesitated for half a second—but it was too late.

Nathan’s body blurred as he exploded into motion.

His hands moved with unnatural precision, crushing bones, snapping spines, obliterating every beast that dared attack him.

In mere moments, the once-deadly pack of savage animals lay motionless at his feet.

Nathan stood among them, his chest rising and falling steadily. His mind was calm. His body was alive.

More than that—he was reborn.

He stared down at his hands, flexing his fingers. The difference was unreal. His strength had increased a hundred times over—no, even more.

"What… the hell just happened to me?"

As if in response, the ring on his finger pulsed softly.

Before he could think further—the sound of rotor blades sliced through the air.

Nathan snapped his head up.

Helicopters.

Several massive military helicopters descended from the sky, their searchlights illuminating the entire area. Dust and debris whipped around violently as they landed, their presence commanding and absolute.

Nathan's instincts screamed at him—this was no ordinary rescue operation.

The moment the helicopters touched the ground, the doors slammed open.

From the lead aircraft, a group of elite soldiers poured out in synchronized formation, their movements sharp and precise. They were fully armed, radiating an aura of absolute discipline.

And then—she stepped out.

A woman, her presence like a blade cutting through the air.

Harper Valente.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black military uniform, she was the embodiment of cold, ruthless efficiency. Her piercing silver eyes locked onto Nathan with an unreadable expression.

She was stunning. Not in the fragile, delicate way most would describe beauty, but in a way that commanded attention. Her presence was suffocating, her aura dominant.

As she approached, every single soldier behind her bowed in unison.

"Welcome back, Young Master."

Nathan blinked. Young… Master?

Harper stopped a few feet in front of him, her voice smooth but carrying the weight of absolute authority.

"We have finally found you, Nathan Cole. The ‘Son of the King of the World.’”

His heart stopped.

"The… what?"

Harper continued, unfazed by his reaction. "You are the heir to the most powerful man in existence—the one who commands the world from the shadows."

Nathan stared at her, waiting for the punchline.

Nothing came.

She was serious.

Nathan let out a harsh laugh. "Right. And next, you're going to tell me I'm also some kind of god or a secret billionaire."

Harper didn’t flinch.

"You were abandoned at birth for your own protection. Hidden away, waiting for the right time."

She took a step closer. "That time is now."

Nathan swallowed.

Every instinct in his body screamed that she wasn't lying.

But it was too much.

He had just been betrayed. Nearly killed. Thrown to the dogs—literally.

And now, a woman claiming to work for his mystical long-lost father wanted him to just… follow her?

Nathan narrowed his eyes. "And if I say no?"

Harper didn't hesitate. "Then we leave."

Her silver eyes bore into his. "But know this—whether you come now or later, the truth will not change. You are not ordinary. You were never meant to be."

Nathan’s heart pounded.

A few hours ago, he had been a nobody. A pathetic man who had given his all for a woman who never deserved him.

Now?

Everything had changed.

His strength. His knowledge. His very existence.

And something inside him whispered—this was only the beginning.

Nathan exhaled sharply, his decision made.

"Fine," he said, locking eyes with Harper.

"Take me to him."

The journey was silent.

Nathan sat inside the luxurious black aircraft, staring out of the window as the world blurred beneath them. His mind was in chaos.

The Son of the King of the World?

Everything still felt surreal. Hours ago, he was a nobody. Betrayed, beaten, left for dead. Now? He was being taken to meet the most powerful man on the planet—his father.

Beside him, Harper Valente sat in silence, her silver eyes focused ahead. She had said little since their departure, but the air around her radiated authority.

"How much longer?" Nathan finally asked.

Harper glanced at him. "We're already here."

Nathan frowned. "What?"

The moment she said it, the aircraft descended rapidly.

As they broke through the clouds, Nathan’s breath hitched.

Below them stood a floating fortress.

It wasn't just a mansion—it was an empire in the sky. A massive, futuristic structure resting atop a hidden island, surrounded by cutting-edge technology, military defense systems, and high-rise buildings.

Nathan’s stomach clenched. This was no ordinary family estate.

The aircraft landed on a private runway, and the moment the doors opened, dozens of elite guards snapped to attention, their uniforms pristine, their eyes sharp.

At the end of the runway, standing like a titan, was a man Nathan had never seen before—yet somehow, he felt the connection.

His father.

The man was imposing.

He stood over six feet tall, his broad frame wrapped in a custom black suit that screamed power. His face, though older, was sharp and chiseled, his piercing golden eyes locked onto Nathan like a hawk studying its prey. His aura was domineering, an invisible pressure making even the strongest soldiers bow instinctively.

Nathan swallowed.

His father wasn’t just powerful. His father- Marvel, the king.

He was terrifying.

"Nathan," the man spoke, his voice deep and commanding.

Nathan straightened. "You know my name?"

His father smirked. "Of course. I’ve been watching over you from the shadows."

Nathan clenched his fists. "Then where the hell have you been?"

A moment of silence passed before his father spoke again. "You are not an ordinary man, Nathan. You never were. But keeping you hidden was the only way to keep you alive."

Nathan frowned. "Alive?"

His father exhaled. "If the world had known of your existence before now, you would have been hunted. Assassinated before you even had a chance to fight back. The enemies I have made in my lifetime would have torn you apart."

Nathan’s chest tightened. He had grown up alone, believing he had no family. But now, he was being told it was for his own protection.

His father took a step forward, placing a firm hand on Nathan's shoulder. "But now, you are ready. The blood of kings flows through you, and it is time you claim what is rightfully yours."

Nathan took a shaky breath. "And what exactly is that?"

His father smiled—a dangerous, knowing smile.

"The world."

His father led him through the colossal palace, revealing its grandeur—rooms filled with priceless artifacts, high-tech security systems, and elite operatives trained in warfare.

Then, they arrived at a massive conference hall.

In the center of the room, the world’s most powerful figures sat in silence—business moguls, military generals, and industry titans.

Nathan’s father turned to him.

"You will inherit Titan Industries—the world's largest and most powerful corporate empire. Every government, every economy, every major corporation in the world is influenced by this company."

Nathan inhaled sharply. Titan Industries.

He had heard of it before—it wasn’t just a business. It was a global powerhouse, controlling everything from finance to military technology, energy to media.

And now, his father was telling him he owned it.

"Effective immediately," his father continued, "you will assume control over our most critical asset—Imperium Corp."

Nathan frowned. "Imperium Corp?"

Harper, standing beside him, finally spoke. "The largest conglomerate in the city. Every major industry, every significant financial movement in the country—it all goes through Imperium Corp."

Nathan’s mind reeled.

His father wasn’t just rich.

He controlled the world's economy.

"You will run it with the help of Harper, who will serve as the CEO." His father gestured to her. "She is my most trusted commander. She will guide you, but make no mistake—you are in charge."

Nathan turned to Harper, who gave him a sharp nod.

"I will follow your orders, Young Master," she said.

Nathan swallowed.

This was too much. Too fast.

Yesterday, he was nothing.

Today, he was everything.

His father suddenly pulled out a sleek black card and handed it to Nathan.

Nathan hesitated before taking it.

"What is this?"

His father smirked. "Your personal account."

Nathan flipped the card in his fingers, unimpressed—until he saw the balance on the monitor nearby.

$50,000,000,000.00

Fifty. Billion.

His breath caught in his throat.

"Use it however you wish," his father said nonchalantly. "Buy a company, build an army, or burn it all—it doesn’t matter. It is yours."

Nathan exhaled, staring at the card. His entire existence had flipped overnight.

His father clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"This is your legacy,

Nathan. The world is yours to take."

Nathan took a deep breath.

Then, he looked up, his confidence returning.

"Then let’s take it."