"We lost your parents after an attack that was made in the night at this same mansion. We believe there was an outsider amongst us that had led your parent's killer" Mr De Storm explained as they walked into his study room.
"You were barely a year old when that happened. Your mother had wrapped you in a show and locked you up in the drawers. Before we could get to save your parents it was too late, your cries were the only noise heard around" Mr De Storm continued to fill Axel in who was trailing behind him "I ordered that you be taken to the orphanage." he blurts. Three... Two... One... Before it finally registered into Axel's head, "What!? Why?" Mr De Storm stopped, "It was part of the test. It's one of the hardest decisions I've had to make Axel but it was what needed to be done, it's the only way you could live up to your potential and someday take responsibility." "What test?" "Axel you're the sole owner of the Storm Corp." His grandfather announced. Storm Corp? He had heard of that company name but he could point where before it finally clicked on his head. Storm Corp is New York's Architectural Powerhouse, it's a company of innovation and design excellence, Storm Corp is the umbrella company for a collection of industry-leading firms specializing in Visionary architecture, Precision engineering, Sustainable design, and Interior design. With a portfolio of iconic projects, Storm Corp sets the standard for excellence. A beacon of innovation, it's the go-to partner for projects that demand the best. "What!" Axel couldn't help but exclaim. Mr De Storm chuckled, "I'm too old to be handling such work. After your father passed away I had to take it on for as long as you were old and capable enough to handle it. Now is not the right time as you are not even done with your University but your decision to end your life, I was forced to step in." Axel gulped at the mention of his stupidity averting his gaze from his grandfather's. "That's alright Axel, we all fuck up at times. Axel, I apologize for letting you suffer all this while but you must understand that I did it for the sake of our people and your status. If your mother were alive she'd kill me before I can even go ahead with the idea of dumping you off at an orphanage" he chuckled at the end of his statement which Axel didn't find funny as he was trying to digest the newfound information. "I have signed off all documents necessary for passing on the family's fortune unto you. You are now the CEO of Storm Corp and that's not all, all companies that answer to us are subjected to your mercy, you can make any adjustments you deem fit but you must also remember that whatever you do, you must do it for the good of the family's legacy." "What are you even saying. You can just step into my life and tell me that I am the new owner of one of the best companies in the world and not just that--" Axel trails off barely being able to accept what the man is saying to him. Mr De Storm paused him, "Come, let me show you something," he said reaching for a small picture portrait. He hands it over to Axel. "This is a photo of you and your parents, it was taken some weeks before the incident" Axel took the photo in his hands accessing it. He didn't need to be told twice before he believed that the man was right and the two couples in the picture were his parents. Axel is a replica of his father although he has his mother's eyes. He trails his fingertips on his mother's photo as she holds him in her arms, the smile on her lips has Axel loosen up. "Axel we don't have much time. Things are as messed up as you don't think. The sooner you work on getting yourself together and living up---" "Living up to my potential" Axel completes the statement, "Yeah I know, you've said that a couple of times" The old man chuckles, "Well it's good you're catching on." Axel nods keeping the photo on the table. "I've assigned some guards to you and passed on the information that you're the next heir, so everything you say is to be followed well except me" he states narrowing his sight at Axel. "It's like I said--" Axel caught him off before he could finish up, "You don't answer to anyone, you're the master of yourself" A smile slipped from De Storm's lips, "I'm starting to see why your academic record is top-notch notch" Axel shrugs. A knock coming through the door has both of them pause before De Storm finally says, "Come in" The door slipped open revealing Peterson held with a small box. "Ahh... Peterson" De Storm calls to acknowledge his presence. Peterson bows his head low, "The item is ready young master" he informs. Axel watched as his grandfather reached out for the box unlocking it. "Perfect," he says leaning back on the chair he sat. Mr. De Storm, with a warm smile, handed Axel a sleek, elegant credit card. Axel's eyes widened as he took the card, noticing his name engraved on it in bold, golden letters. "This, Axel, is your master credit card," Mr. De Storm explained, his voice filled with pride. "It's linked to your account, which currently holds approximately $400 billion." Axel's jaw dropped, his eyes fixed on the card in disbelief. "W-what?!" Mr. De Storm nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yes, Axel. You're a wealthy young man. And with this card, you'll have access to all the luxuries and opportunities that come with it and that's not just it, it's half-ass much as you own but for now, you have access to this." Axel's mind raced, struggling to comprehend the enormity of his wealth. He felt like he was dreaming like this was all some wild fantasy. But the card in his hand felt real, the weight of it substantial. "H-how...how did I...?" Axel stuttered, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. Mr. De Storm chuckled. "The Storms', Axel. We hold you a legacy that will last a lifetime. This card is just the beginning." Axel's eyes remained fixed on the card, his heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. He knew his life was about to change in ways he never thought possible. For someone who was the epitome of Poverty, all of a sudden one day he became a billionaire. It was crazy. "But I can't take this--" Mr De Storm smiled, "You don't have a choice, Axel. You're a Storm, wealth is built in you. I may have let you have a taste of Poverty but now as you have returned the only thing stopping you from taking your right place is your life." He states with seriousness laced in his tune. Axel knew better than to argue. "Master, He is here" Peterson chirped in announcing. "Take him to the guest yard" Mr De Storm orders getting up. Peterson nods before making his way out of the study room. "I have someone I'd like to introduce you to." He says. Axel followed suit like the lost puppy he was. What now was he expecting? Mr. De Storm led Axel to a spacious guest yard, where a man with a shaved head and piercing green eyes stood waiting. He wore a crisp white gi, his movements fluid and graceful as he bowed to Mr. De Storm. "Ah, Liam Chen, this is Axel," Mr. De Storm said, gesturing to the young man. "He's the one I've been telling you about." Liam's eyes narrowed slightly as he assessed Axel. "Ah, yes. The one with the... Phoenix." He didn't like what was going on but he knew better than to speak. Mr. De Storm smiled. "Liam will help you master your powers, Axel. Teach you to control them." Axel's brow furrowed. "What powers? I don't have any powers." Liam chuckled. "Ah, but you will, Axel. The ring will give you powers beyond your wildest dreams. When it has fully bonded with you, and when you live up to your potential." What's up with them and stating that till he lives up to his potential? It's starting to get irritating. Mr. De Storm nodded. "The ancestral ring, It's an ancient artifact, imbued with incredible abilities. But it requires a worthy host to unlock its true potential." Axel's mind raced. "And you think I'm that host?" It was absurd for them to think he could do whatever they had in mind. Of course, he wasn't the one. He is weak, he couldn't even fight Darius. He doesn't have any potential other than being the poor person he is. Liam stepped forward. "We know you are, Axel. And I'll be here to guide you every step of the way. You'll unlock the secrets of the ring and your hidden abilities." Axel felt a shiver run down his spine. He wasn't sure what to believe, but the prospect of having powers was both exhilarating and terrifying. "I can't do this! I am not the one for this" Axel states. "Nonsense of course you are, what are you the one and the sooner you accept that the better. Our family's fortune is at risk and you Axel will be the one to save it not just that but our lives and our people so the sooner you work your ass up and get your senses together the better" Mr. De Storm states with anger lased in his tune before walking away. "Okay," Axel said finally, looking at Liam. "Teach me." He knew that the old man was angered by his cowardness must have been the reason he lashed out. Liam smiled, a fierce glint in his eye. "Ah, Axel. I'll teach you the ways of the ancient arts." “I’m sorry excuse me” Axel states walking away and heading back inside He met his grandfather in the study room who was in a deep conversation on the phone it seemed too serious to be sliced through so he waited till the old man eventually finished up. “Axel you need to understand that I’m in a tight position. The early I help you figure your way out the better but I can’t do that unless you’re willing to do something for yourself” “I want revenge” Axel cuts his grandfather off before he can finish up. “What?” Axel nods, “Yes. I want to make every one of them pay. They had taunted me and took me for granted, all because I was poor and not rich enough to match their standards” Axel’s grandfather could see the burning taste of vengeance in his grandson's eyes but he dared not to interfere as he had no right to have a say in Axel’s personal life. “You can get your revenge Axel but it should be after, now is not the time for—” Axel yet again chirped in before he could conclude his statement, “I will learn from Liam and master the powers I’m yet to believe in. I’ll do whatever you want but after then.” He paused. “You can go ahead with any plans you have Axel. But for now, let’s focus on the main deal here.” He says to which Axel nods understanding his grandfather’s point of view. “If your parents were here, they’d be so proud of how you’ve become. Living all alone by yourself and surviving proves just how much of a great leader you’ll be. I monitored every progress you made every day. I made sure my eyes and ears were secret with you, without you even knowing” That’s right. It all makes sense now, no wonder he would sense odd things surrounding him at times but he never really lay head to it. “With you, Axel lies true greatness”It’s been almost a month since Axel reunited with his grandfather. These past few weeks have been hectic for him, getting to know and understand the family’s business especially now that he is in charge of it, is not something he’d ever imagined himself to do. He made up his mind to return to school today. Rumors have it that he was dead and he is well aware of who may have caused it and he’d make sure to keep it in mind that they pay for their mistakes. “Are you sure you won’t need any guards?” His grandfather asked for the one-hundredth time. Axel lets out a sigh dipping his hands into the pocket of his slacks. “Yes. I would like to keep a low profile in the meantime” His grandfather stared at him for a second skeptical whether or not to accept his proposition. “Very well then but I’ll have some undercover guards lurk around just to be on the safe side, I don’t want you almost killing yourself again” Axel growled at the end of his grandfather’s statement. He agrees he almost
Axel stood nervously outside the Head of Department's office, his heart racing with fear that nothing would go wrong. All calls came through that he needed to report to the HOD’s office. His recent appearance has left murmurs and rumors going around which is how the information reached the board and now he needs to clarify things and he hopes he does. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and entered. "Ah, Mr Storm," the HOD said sternly, looking up from his desk. "You've been away for quite some time. Over a month, to be exact. We had the police investigate and they had concluded that you died off the cliff as they saw some of your items just before the death scene." "Yes, sir," Axel replied, his voice cold. "I know I've been away for a while, not dead just going through some family issue that had compelled me to be away for that long," Axel explains his voice dead and cold. The HOD shakes his head letting out a chuckle, “I am not stupid Mr Storm, I have your records and
Axel walked back into the classroom, his confidence and nonchalant manner drawing the attention of his classmates. They whispered and gazed at him with a mix of disgust and confusion. They heard about him being expelled then what on earth was he doing back here? He took his seat, his eyes fixed on the professor lecturing at the front of the class. Just then, the door burst open and the Head of Department rushed in, his face pale and sweaty. "Mr Storm, please, can I have a word with you?" he asked, his voice trembling. His sudden appearance has the whole class's attention drawn back to them. Axel raised an eyebrow, a smirk stealing its way to his lips. "What do you want, Professor?" he drawled, his tone dripping with irritation. He did warn him but he didn’t listen. They may have known him as the poor person he was but not anymore. He is more than that now. The HOD walked towards Axel's desk, his hands clasped together in a pleading gesture. "Mr Storm I know I s
Axel's eyes snapped open in the darkness, his mind racing with thoughts on how his first training was going to be. He hasn’t slept a wink. He lay still, listening intently, ensuring that his Asher and Collins were asleep. He wasn’t ready for yet another question session. He knew sooner or later that he’d have to tell them as they deserved to know. They’re the only people who have ever been nice and honest with him, they treated him well enough with no disrespect or disregard and that is why he’d never forsake them. The soft snores and gentle breathing told him that it was time he left. His eyes drew to the wall clock cheering the time. It’s 10min before his training begins and god knows what his grandfather will do to him if he ever finds out that he slipped any Axel threw off his covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet dangling in the air. He stood up, his tall frame towering in the dimly lit room, and padded silently to his closet. He pulled out
It had been a week since Axel began his intense martial arts training with Liam Chen. Every night, Axel would sneak out of his dorm room, careful not to disturb his roommates. He would make his way to the small, unassuming building on the outskirts of campus, where Liam would be waiting for him. The training sessions were grueling, pushing Axel's body and mind to their limits. He would return to his room in the early hours of the morning, his face covered in bruises, his muscles sore and aching. And the fucking ring that was supposed to be healing him was doing no fucking job. Despite the physical toll, Axel couldn't get enough of the training. He wanted to push through and prove to Liam that he wasn’t some weakling. Liam’s every word during the train is, “You’re Weak” The word riles Axel up and no matter how much he tries to prove himself and show that he wasn’t as he is classified to be, Liam always proves him wrong. He wanted to master the skills but it was as though th
Axel brushed past him, not even acknowledging his presence. He doesn’t want to get involved with him at the moment and this is why he chooses to pretend as though he didn’t see him but as always he doesn’t seem to get the message. Darius's eyes narrowed, his face reddening with anger. "Hey, watch where you're going, Axel!" Darius snarled, his voice low and menacing. Axel didn't even flinch. He kept walking, his eyes fixed on the door to the dormitory. Darius's anger boiled over. He reached out and grabbed Axel's arm, spinning him around. "You think you're too highly of yourself, don't you?" he sneered. trying to mess with Axel as he usually does. Axel's eyes flashed with annoyance, he wasn’t in the mood. "Get your hands off me, Darius," he growled, his voice low and even trying as hard as he could to maintain his cool. Darius sneered. "Or what? You'll cry to your daddy?" he mocked letting out a laugh. “You seem to have developed a lot of balls these days Axel Storm, who fuck do
Axel sat at the head of the boardroom table, his piercing gaze roaming the room as the team presented their new deals. His expression was stern, his jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. Almost like it wasn’t his first meeting as the new CEO. He watched as they all presented listening to their point of view on how to make the company better and secure deals. He wasn’t use to this guy for some reason he could relate and comprehend the words they kept exchanging. His grandfather had filled him up on everything he needed to know and for some reason no information seem to have slipped from his mind. He could remember each and everyone of them. His brain is sharp and collective. He got up walking out with Collins tailing behind him. This takes him back to when he had dropped the bombshell at first it was almost unbelievable but it was too easy to convince them. Axel knew that they were happy for him, at least now he had the chance to experience the luxury of life. Axel had ma
Axel growls for the umpteenth time finding it so hard to convince Asher to be the grandson of Alexandra Storm. “See I just need you to take that position while we are in school. I can’t handle the scandal if they find out that I’m the rich one, at least till I figure things out. And don’t worry I will handle things at work and my name still stands there” he reasons. Asher's expression was incredulous. "You're crazy, Axel! If your grandfather finds out, he'll kill me!" Axel's annoyance increased. "He'll never know, I promise. And I'll owe you one, Asher. I just need you to do that for me in the meantime.” Asher tried to shake him off, but Axel held fast. "Axel, think about what you're asking. I can't just pretend to be you” he tries to fight back. Collins, who had been watching the exchange, chimed in. "Asher, it's not a bad idea. You're smart, capable, and charismatic. You could pull it off." Asher turned to Collins, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You're not serious, are you, Col