Jace the centibillion heir

Chapter 4

After two hours of ride, they finally stopped in front of a gate. It was written "Winston" on the tall metallic slide gate. Apart from its elegance, Jace had never come across a tall and exquisite gate like this. The gate slide opened, revealing the interior of the house. Everything about the interior screamed wealth.

Once the gate opened, two guards with guns approached their car, after a thorough check-up, the car was permitted to walk in. The car stopped in the middle of the courtyard. The driver stepped out and opened the door for them.

While the car made its entry, Jace spotted a middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the doors to the house. He was surely in his 50s. He was putting on black pants, a white button-down shirt and had flip-flops on his legs. His hands were dug into his pants, observing the car as it made its entry.

"Young master, please walk out and follow me." Jace simply nodded his head and walked out of the car. They were now walking towards the man.

Immediately they arrived in front of him, Corry bowed his head; "Master, just as I promised, I brought the heir home." He bowed his head one more time. Jace needed not to be a soothsayer to know the simple-looking man was his master, and probably the so-called, never seen father.

"Come, come, my son. Come in your father's arms." The man said, emotions mixed in his speech. He opened his arms widely requesting for a hug. On the other end, Jace accepted his embrace. 

"Let's enter son, we have a lot to talk about." Corry opened the doors of the mansion and set aside for them to walk in.

Just as Jace thought, the interior was neatly decorated. Almost everything in the living room was made of gold. He dislodge the lump which was in his throat before walking in. On the wall, there was a picture; The younger version of his so-called father, a lady and a baby boy in their hands.

"Come son, seat down. We would talk about everything, including the picture on the wall." The man let out. Jace gaze shifted away from the picture to that of the middle-aged man's sight.

"I know all that is happening right now might be a little bit difficult for you. But don't worry, I'm going to explain everything to you." 

Jace folded his arms over his chest, his eyes focused on the man in front of him. He was ready to listen to whatsoever he had to say.

"I am Damian Winston, your father. It all happened Twenty-four years ago when I went in for the presidential election." Jace sensed this story wasn't going to end well.

"After campaigning for votes from the public, my fellow party member asked me to withdraw from the post. I played deaf eyes and continued. He again threatened me but still, I didn't consider his words until one evening when I received an attack from his men.

Wanting to protect both you and your mother from being harmed, I asked my guard to drive you both to a safe area. Unfortunately, everyone in the car was shut to dead except you. Seriously wounded, my guard kept you in front of a trash can. When everything was over, we came back to look for you, but to my greatest shock, you were nowhere to be found.

After visiting the area every morning and night without finding you. I asked my assistant here to search for you in every damn corner. Something told me you were still alive, and here you are in front of me, already a grown-up man." The old man's eyes were filled with tears. Although the story happened several years ago, it was like it occurred just last night.

"And the picture on the wall, is that our family picture?" Jace asked, pointing his index finger to the frame.

"Yes, son. That's you, your late mother, and I. The picture was taken six months before the incident." Damian declared.

It must have been a hard one for Jace to swallow as he dislodge the hard lump in his throat gulping it down.

All his life he had always cursed the people who brought him to life. He had always wanted to meet them to ask why they rendered his life miserable. Why they left him in an orphanage. In a place where there was no love to be shared.

Rather than abandoning him in an orphanage, why didn't they get rid of him before his birth? Looking at the way things unfurled themselves, he realised he had judged them without getting the other side of the story.

A tear rolled down from his eye. It was a happy and sad moment for him. Happy because he finally found his family, happy because the Bradleys were now going to respect him. He was sad because he didn't have the opportunity to meet his mom. All his life he had wanted to meet the lady who brought him to life. Especially now that he heard the true side of the story.

"Son, I know this is a difficult time for you. I know it is quite traumatising for you."

"I heard the kind of life you lived, worry no more son, your dad is here." Damian said, padding his shoulders softly.

Jace simply nodded, "Thanks, dad."

It was a very difficult moment for Jace. Knowing that's what his parents went through while he had another image of them wasn't easy for him. He ran his hands in his coffee-brown hair and pushed them behind.

"Son, since you are back to the family. I want you to inherit what rightfully belongs to you. It will be a pleasure for me to see you ruling over the Winston's properties." 

"Winston properties?" Jace asked surprisingly.

"Yes, son. I want you to take full control of our properties. The companies, lands, high-tech machines, real estate... Just to name a few." Damian declared beneath his lips.

"Are you kidding me?"