CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

CHANGE OF FATE

Before he knew what was happening, four other guys joined in and together, they beat him up right in front of the class. Nobody helped him, in fact they cheered while he was being beaten up as if his pain was for their entertainment, while some even took videos to upload on the school blog. 

“Did you really think garbage like you deserve to be with the school’s queen? Emily is the most beautiful girl here, how would you ever think she would date you?” One of them said as Ellis was kicked repeatedly.

“This is for daring to go to the hotel and cause a scene when you should have just stayed here and accepted your fate. You’re a nobody who was lucky enough to get a scholarship to this school. Don’t ever forget your place.” 

After that, they left him and everyone walked past him to get to their next class. He remained on the floor there, weak, cold, bleeding and in pain. He couldn’t even move to take himself to the school clinic. It was when the janitor came in to clean up the class that the man saw Ellis on the ground.

“Oh dear! What did they do to you this time? Who did you offend?” The man asked as he quickly rushed Ellis to the clinic.

Ellis was unconscious now, but the school nurse, with the janitor’s help, undressed him to remove the wet clothes, and then attended to his wounds before putting a hospital gown on him and covering him up so he would warm up. The janitor watched him sleep and was filled with so much sympathy for all the young man had to endure in the school just because he wasn’t born rich.

Ellis was the only one who was ever nice to the janitor since he started schooling at the college. The others always looked down on the man and played pranks on him. When Ellis finally woke up, school was over for the day because he had been asleep for hours. The pain in his body had also lessened because of the painkillers that were administered to him by the nurse.

“Thank you for bringing me to the clinic, Mr Cyrus. Without your help, I would have died.” Ellis said to the janitor as he tried to sit up.

“You don’t need to thank me. You’ve done more for me since you started attending this school. And I just realised that I haven’t done enough for you. You deserve more and I’m going to give it to you. You’re coming home with me. As from today, you will be my son. I will officially adopt you and you will be the heir to my wealth.” Mr Cyrus said with a smile.

Ellis looked at the janitor with a confused expression. Wealth? If the man was rich why would he be a janitor? He just concluded within himself that he must be hallucinating because of the medication that he had been given to numb the pain from his bruises. But after he was discharged from the school clinic, he was shocked to see an entourage of cars waiting for them outside even with security guards.

“W.what’s this?” Ellis asked with a perplexed look and the man chuckled.

“Come with me, and you’ll understand. If I explain everything now, you won’t believe me.”

Ellis got into the middle car with Mr Cyrus. He had never been inside such an expensive car before even though he loved cars so much. It was due to his love for cars that he knew that this car was a limited edition set. Only three of it had been produced in the world and it cost a hundred and fifty million dollars. Only someone who had a lot of money could afford it, so how did the janitor have such a car? Ellis was dumbfounded.

“Where are you taking me?” Ellis asked.

“To my home. My real home, not the one room janitor’s apartment that I’ve been pretending to live in all this time.” Mr Cyrus replied as the car began to move.

His shock multiplied when they were driven to the most expensive estate in the country. Only the country’s richest families, top business and political moguls could own a house here. The Royale Estate, owned by the Royale family, the only multi trillionaire family in the country, the rest were mere billionaires. The same family that owned his school. He was shocked when the car stopped at the biggest mansion which belonged to the Royale family.

The gate was black but on each side of it, there were golden lion statues with crowns on their heads and their mouths open in a roar. That was the Royale family crest. The gates opened and they drove in. As they got out of the car and walked towards the main entrance, the house staff walked out and lined themselves on both sides of the staircase.

“Welcome Master.” They would each say as Ellis and Mr Cyrus walked forward.

Now Ellis had confirmation that Mr Cyrus wasn’t lying. If not, why would they be calling him Master? As soon as they got inside the house, Ellis wanted to ask Mr Cyrus to explain properly but was dumbfounded by the interiors of the mansion. Almost everything was in pure gold, from the chandeliers to the picture frames to the antique art decors.

“My full name is Cyrus Royale. The current owner of the Royale Consortium. Everything under the Royale name belongs to me and soon it will all be yours. Like I said before, I have chosen you as my heir. I will retire soon, I’m almost seventy.” Mr Cyrus said.

“But why would you be a janitor? And why didn’t anyone at school recognise you?” Ellis asked and Mr Cyrus chuckled.

“No one recognised me because of my disguise.” As he said this, he removed the fake beard and the fake blonde wig, then the blue eye contacts.

Mr Cyrus now had black hair and grey eyes with just a small moustache on his face.

“But why disguise yourself and endure humiliation from the students. You’re a trillionaire. Richer than even the president of the country.”

“I did it because I wanted to see how I would be treated when I pretended to be poor. I’ve been looking for someone young, hardworking and diligent to take over my empire.”

“But you have children to inherit it.”

“My oldest son is more interested in embezzling company funds, and his two children aren’t any better. His son is a chronic gambler, and the daughter is a chronic waster. My daughter is a bit better, but she has a manipulative husband. If I leave everything to her, the husband will find a way to steal it all from her. Her son is too young to take over and I’ll retire soon. My last son wastes all his money on women and has so many illegitimate children, it’s hard to keep track of all of them and I would never will my wealth to any of them anyway.”

“But I’m not related to you by blood.”

“That doesn’t matter, I will legally adopt you and give you the Royale name and wealth. I’ve watched you since you got admitted to the school, you’re smart, humble, trustworthy and resourceful.”

“But won’t your children and grandchildren be angry?”

“Don’t worry about them. It’s my money and I can do what I want with it. I worked hard for it and I won’t let them destroy it. You need to rest. Tomorrow I will start the process to officially make you my son.”