CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

MEETING THE TRAITORS AGAIN

In the opulent halls of the Royale estate, Mr Cyrus gathered the staff and conveyed with unwavering authority, "Henceforth, Mr. Ellis shall be addressed as 'Young Master.' Let no familiarity breach the walls of formality. Take his words as you take mine because he will inherit all I own." His words echoed through the servant corridors, sealing Ellis's new status with an air of aristocratic reverence.

As Ellis explored the mansion, he marveled at the grandeur that awaited him. The door to his new room opened into a vast expanse of luxury, where modern amenities seamlessly blended with timeless elegance. The room was adorned with regal furnishings, silk drapes cascading from ceiling to floor, and a chandelier that glittered like a thousand stars because each bulb was covered with a diamond case.

The centerpiece of the room was an expansive bed, adorned with the finest linens. A plush sitting area boasted views of the mansion's sprawling grounds, and a mahogany desk for work purposes. State-of-the-art technology seamlessly integrated with classical design, there was a flat screen tv occupying a part of the wall and with a press of a button, the tv could be retracted into the wall. The fireplace was also button controlled as were the lights and curtains.

With Cyrus's meticulous attention to detail, the room was equipped with a personal library featuring rare volumes and first edition books. An ornate mirror reflected the room's splendor, capturing the essence of a space designed for a connoisseur of refined living.

Ellis, still in awe, discovered a private ensuite bathroom rivaling the opulence of a spa retreat. Marble surfaces, golden fixtures, and a deep soaking tub. The bathroom was ten times bigger than his former apartment!

In the days that followed, Ellis, though grateful, found himself confined to the mansion due to his injuries. Cyrus, the embodiment of discretion and care, arranged for a personal doctor to attend to Ellis's every need. The doctor, a distinguished figure in his field, monitored Ellis's recovery with diligence befitting royalty. While recuperating, Ellis explored the mansion's expansive grounds, finding solace in the manicured gardens and serene pathways. The estate was a testament of wealth and refinement.

The staff, under Cyrus's watchful eye, catered to Ellis's every whim. Culinary delights were crafted by a chef versed presenting a daily array of dishes, anything Ellis wanted was given to him. Ellis found himself immersed in a world where luxury was not just a lifestyle but a legacy.

Two weeks later, Ellis's health improved. The grandeur of the Royale mansion, coupled with the meticulous care provided by Cyrus and the staff, elevated Ellis's stay from mere recovery to a journey into a world of privilege. 

Mr. Cyrus had contacted the school to convey that Ellis would not be present in school, citing undisclosed health concerns. The school accepted the message from the school’s owner without question, and a leave of absence for Ellis was swiftly arranged without tampering with his scholarship. Though they wondered why the owner of the school would speak on behalf of Ellis.

Meanwhile, behind the walls of the Royale mansion, immediately he was okay, papers were drawn, legalities attended to, and the next day, Ellis found himself surrounded by Mr. Cyrus's family. Mr Cyrus officially announced that he had found his heir and as expected, none of them took the news well.

“This is ridiculous, father. He’s not related to you by blood. He’s just a stranger, and a street rat at that. How could you make him your heir, what about me? I’m your first son.” His oldest son, Marcus said angrily.

“You will all continue to receive your monthly allowance. That should be more than enough for you. I have made my choice and I suggest you accept it. None of you are capable of handling my wealth. Ellis has the capacity to keep my legacy from dying so he will be the one to inherit it, and that’s final. You have too many fraud scandals attached to your name, I don’t want that for my company.” Mr Cyrus said.

“And what about me, father? Have I not proven that I can handle the company?” His daughter, Amira asked with a hurt expression.

“I know you can, and I would have willed it to you if you hadn’t married that man seated next to you. Over my dead body will I give him an avenue to put his filthy hands on my company. I do not trust him and you know that, but he is your husband and you have refused to divorce him. The only thing I can do is give you an executive position in the company, but Ellis will be the CEO immediately after he graduates from college.”

My Cyrus’s last son, George, didn’t bother asking any questions. He knew his father would never consider him because of his promiscuous lifestyle.

“But I’m your grandson, what about me? I’m his age, and I’m in college too. I can do it.” Marcus’ son, Theo, spoke up.

“So you can gamble my wealth away? Never. You will all welcome him to the family or I will cut you off from your allowance.”

There was no complaint anymore but more than one face had a frown as Mr Cyrus and Ellis signed the adoption papers.

“From this day forward, you shall no longer be Ellis Patterson. You are now Ellis Royale. Mr Cyrus announced with a broad smile.

A week passed, and Ellis's recovery from his mysterious ailment progressed remarkably. It was time for him to return to school but Mr Cyrus wanted him to go shopping for new clothes and accessories. He wanted everyone at school to be aware of Ellis’ new status as the Royale heir. In a private study adorned with rare artifacts and antique tomes, Mr. Cyrus handed Ellis a sleek black card.

"Consider this a little token, my dear boy," he said, his eyes sparkling with an unspoken mischief. "The card has five hundred million dollars for your shopping endeavors. Buy whatever you want with it."

“Five hundred million dollars?!” Ellis asked with a bewildered expression and Mr Cyrus laughed.

“That is just a small change, Ellis. Make sure you spend it all today. The driver is waiting for you with your new car.”

With a glance filled with gratitude and bewilderment, Ellis accepted the black card. He was even more shocked when he went to the garage and saw a brand new car waiting for him. Another limited edition car that cost a whopping two hundred million dollars, even more expensive than Mr Cyrus’ own car.

Ellis stepped into his first-class ride like a king. With the roar of a luxurious engine and the purr of finely-tuned mechanics, polished to gleaming perfection, he left the mansion to shop. Because this was his first shopping trip, he didn’t wear anything fancy or expensive, he still wore his old clothes but that would change from today.

Soon, he arrived at his destination, the most prestigious shopping mall in the city. As Ellis alighted from the luxury vehicle, the valet service seamlessly took charge of his vehicle.

The shopping mall was a symphony of glass and steel. Towering ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow upon a marbled expanse that stretched as far as the eye could see. High-end boutiques lined the walkways with various items and he decided to try out the first store.

As he stepped in, Ellis stumbled upon unexpected faces, Jordan and Emily. They were shocked to see him in an expensive boutique of all places.

"I never thought we'd see something this worthless in a high class shopping mall, Jordan. How could a commoner like you stain these halls with his poverty?" Emily said immediately.

Ellis, momentarily taken aback by the sudden encounter, found himself thrust into the spotlight of their derision.

Jordan's laughter echoed through the air. "What's next, Ellis? Are you here to take out the trash? You have been absent from school, you must have lost your scholarship and now you’re looking for a way to survive.”

“Maybe he’s here to beg for scraps." Emily said and they laughed together.

Ellis was about to turn away when he remembered that he was no longer poor, and this was his chance to teach them a lesson. He ignored both of them and turned to the shop attendant.

“Bring me your most expensive item.” He said with authority and their jaws dropped.