You're An Heir!

Chapter 5

Allvar’s head spun as he stared at his father, seated comfortably on the luxurious couch. His father, who he hadn’t seen in what felt like years, looked perfectly at ease in the lavish surroundings. For a moment, Allvar couldn’t speak.

The weight of the moment, his confusing arrival, the strange behavior of Mr. Lorentz, and now, the sight of his father, felt like too much to process.

His voice finally broke the silence, shaky and filled with confusion. "Dad? What…what are you doing here? Why…why didn’t you tell me anything about this?" He waved his hand, motioning at the grand villa.

His father smiled warmly, leaning back in his seat. "Allvar, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. There’s something you need to know, and I think now’s the right time. You’ve graduated from college now, and it’s time you learned the truth."

"The truth?" Allvar repeated, bewildered. "What truth? None of this makes any sense! Mr. Lorentz is driving a luxury car and bowing to me, calling me ‘young master.’ What’s going on?"

His father chuckled softly, nodding toward the older man who had been standing quietly by the door. "Mr. Lorentz isn’t just your neighbor. He’s been with our family for decades. He’s your butler, son. He’s lived next to you all these years to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were safe."

Allvar blinked, staring between his father and Mr. Lorentz, his mouth dry. "Our butler? You’re kidding, right?"

"I’m completely serious," his father said, his tone calm but firm. "We’ve kept a lot from you, Allvar, for your own good. But now that you’ve graduated, it’s time for you to step up and take over the family business."

Allvar’s heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to absorb the words. "Take over the business? What business? I thought, I thought we were just an ordinary family! I mean, we’ve lived in that modest house my entire life. And you…you’re telling me all of this now?"

His father leaned forward, his expression softening. "I know it’s a lot to take in. But we wanted you to have a normal life, free from all the pressures and expectations. Now that you’re older, now that you’ve finished school, it’s time for you to see the bigger picture. Your mother and I…we’ve decided to retire. The business is yours now."

Allvar shook his head in disbelief. "I don’t even know what the business is! What am I supposed to do with all this? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

"We wanted to wait until the right moment," his father explained patiently. "We didn’t want you growing up with the weight of this on your shoulders. But you’re ready now."

Before Allvar could respond, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen, it was his friend from college.

"Hold on," Allvar muttered, turning away slightly to take the call. "Hey, what's up?"

“Allvar! You coming to the graduation party tonight?” his friend’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Everyone’s going to be there. You should come!”

Allvar hesitated, looking around the grand room, feeling the weight of the day’s revelations pressing down on him. "I don’t know, man. I’m not really in the mood. I’m…the only one without a job. It feels kinda weird, you know?"

From across the room, his father chuckled, catching the tail end of the conversation. "No job? Son, you’ve got the biggest job of all now!"

Allvar hung up the phone, still looking conflicted. "I don’t even know if I should go, Dad. I feel out of place. Everyone else is already moving on with their lives, and I—"

"Nonsense!" his father interrupted with a laugh. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a sleek, gold card, handing it to Allvar. "Here. Take this. It’s my graduation gift to you."

Allvar stared at the card, feeling its weight in his hand. "What’s this?"

"A little something to make your night more fun," his father said with a grin. "There’s more than enough in there to cover anything you want at the party."

Allvar’s eyebrows shot up. "How much is on this thing?"

His father smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let’s just say you won’t be able to spend it all. But, just for fun, I have a challenge for you."

Allvar frowned. "A challenge?"

"Yes," his father nodded, leaning back with a satisfied grin. "I want you to spend one million dollars at your graduation party tonight."