Damion Lancaster is Secretly The Trillionaire Boss

Chapter 8

“Wait a minute,” Damion shifted back, his hands running over his face in jerky motions. 

“I can't be your grandson. I was raised in an orphanage and I grew up with nothing. I have never before heard anything about a family of my own. I don't even know how I came to be in that orphanage. I've never…I've never had a family.” Damion stuttered out, his heart stuttering, because did they really mean that he had a family? 

The lady smiled for the first time, also moving closer to Damion. “That's because we lost you. Uncle can explain everything to you later…cousin.”

Damion laughed then, shaking his head in disbelief. “This can't be true.”

Sensing Damion's frustrated disbelief, the doctor took the files from the desk and crossed to Damion's side, handing them to him a little too respectfully. 

Damion's eyes read the words slowly, over and over again.

A 99.9 percent match to Lance Ericson.

That was the old man. They were saying that man was Damion's father and it sounded like something out of a film in his ears.

Damion rubbed his eyes, but the words were still smack in his face. 

“How?” He whispered, handing back the DNA test results to Ericson. 

Bella answered him. “You're the long lost grandson of my uncle, Damion . You're the heir to Lance Towers and that includes everything that is your father's conglomerate.”

Damion blinked, his hands hanging loosely by his sides. “My father?” 

Ericson nodded, his eyes turning sad for a few seconds, before they brightened up again. “Damion, you will become the CEO and CFO of Lance Towers upon your graduation.”

The man's grin was so wide and genuine that Damion almost joined him to smile. 

But he was still in shock. Everything seemed like a dream where the scenes were being unveiled in slow motion. 

Ericson walked to one of the wall cabinets and Bella came to Damion, holding out a slender hand to Damion. “Hello, long lost cousin. I'm Bella.” Her lips pulled into a sexy smile and her teeth practically gleamed. 

Her black hair which hung down her back in long waves contrasted with her pale skin and made the red seem even darker. 

She was strikingly beautiful and not in a silent way. 

Damion looked down at the hand she held out, wondering what it meant if he shook her. Was he accepting to be a part of their family then?

He gripped her slender palm in his much larger one, shaking her firmly. She had a good grip for such a tiny lady. 

“I'm not quite sure what's happening at all. I'm not even sure I've fully processed all that your grandfather has said to me.”

“He's your grandfather now too.” She smiled again, before dropping his hand. 

“We need to celebrate this. How about we open one of the champagnes I've been saving for years?” He pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, holding it high in the air and doing a little dance. 

Bella gasped theatrically. “You mean you'll take a bottle out of the sacred cabinet and really let us have a taste of the forbidden?”

Ericson laughed, the sound a healthy one from deep in his chest. “Yes, Bella. This occasion deserves it. I can't begin to describe how happy I am. I've finally found my only grandson.”

Ericson dialed a number from the landline on his desk, speaking into the receiver. “Enzo? Bring it in now.”

Damion sat back on the sofa, his body finally starting to relax. He flexed his shoulders as he watched Bella take her seat opposite him again. 

She put up her hand to cover her mouth, whispering to Damion on the other side of her palm. “I think Uncle has a surprise for you.” She winked and Damion swallowed. 

There were more surprises? What could be more shocking than what he'd just learnt anyway?

The steel doors opened again, and a man stepped in. This one looked to be in his late twenties and at least, not a bodyguard.

He was dressed in an immaculate gray suit, and his hair was styled to perfection. 

He handed Ericson a black slim case. 

Ericson came to stand between the two sofas that faced each other, with the pine oak, square coffee table between them. 

He gave Damion the black case. Damion threw him a curious look, but just shrugged and opened the box. 

A black card.

An Amex black card. 

Damion swallowed, his hands holding the card up to the lights before dragging his eyes away from the black beauty to Ericson. “Why would you give me this?”

“Damion, it's all yours. Anything you're receiving now is all something you should have had from birth. I'm only sorry we could not find you sooner.”

“It holds over $100,000,000,000 for now, Sir.” The Enzo guy said. 

Woah. Plus the money in his bank account, it all felt so surreal Damion. Did they really mean that he could use all the money for himself?

That he could become a billionaire overnight?

Damion breathed in and out slowly. The funds called blaring in his head. 

He was rich!

Actually, forget rich, he was one of the ultra wealthy now. 

“I still can't believe this.” He was still looking at the all mighty black card in his hands. 

Bella chuckled. “Why are you so surprised? That's not even all of it yet.”

Damion's eyes widened. “There's more?”

She nodded eagerly, her eyes taking on a mischievous glint. “You have a fiance waiting for you, Damion.”

Ericson came bearing the champagne, while Enzo handed everyone champagne flutes. 

“Bella, you should have waited until he was a little used to all this.” Perhaps Ericson meant to scold her, but the words came out sounding anything like. 

She laughed out loud, accepting a champagne flute and looking pleased with herself. 

Damion found himself taken with her, immediately. Ericson too. 

He felt a vibration in his back pocket. He slipped his phone out. He'd totally forgotten about the thing. 

It looked ancient and forsaken in the grand office. Damion glanced down at himself too. He stuck out like a sore thumb. 

He answered the call showing on his phone screen and put the phone to his ear. 

“Yes, Daniel?” Damion's good friend who lived in the same place with him was breathing urgently into the phone, his tone worrying Damion. 

“You need to get back to the house right now, Damion. And I mean right now.”

“What, why?” Damion asked, getting to his feet as the panic and anxiety that had become such a normal part of him reared its ugly head again. 

“The landlord's here. And he's already shouting and raking in your apartment.”

“He’s throwing your stuff outside the house.”