Revenge of the billionaire heir

Chapter 3

Sean stood rooted to the spot, still in shock as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

While he was still contemplating his decisions, a long black limousine pulled over to the curb where he was standing.

Everything was happening so fast, which made him scared.

He moved back several feet, staring at the car door while waiting for it to open.

A minute later, the back door opened and a long, lean leg came down encased in black heels.

It was everything that stood still at that money, eagerly waiting for whoever it was to reveal herself.

Amelia and his marriage was forgotten at that moment.

She unfolded herself from the car seat, and her long blond hair flowed like liquid behind her.

She has dark sunglasses perched on her dainty nose, a Rolex in her left hand, and a string of expensive beads along her neck.

She was the epitome of wealth, every swish of fabric screaming expensive.

When she saw Sean, she smiled walking towards him with her arm outstretched but before their skin could touch, Sean moved away.

“Who are you?” He glanced towards the car, seeing a man come down from the car, a weapon in his hands that he made no effort to conceal. “And what do you want?”

She let out a sharp exhale, glancing at the ground. “I guess it was a bit far-fetched to think that you could recognize me after all these years.”

He cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out what she meant.

“My name is Moriah Lambert, but many people call me Mory…however you can call me Mom.”

Sean's eyebrows shot to the top of his head. “Mom?” He turns around to check for a camera.

If this was some elaborate ploy thrown by Amelia, surely it must end at some point.

“Is this a joke?”

Moriah removed her glasses, brushing her hair away from her eyes. Looking at her guard, she inclined her head to the side.

That prompted the guard to reach into the car, withdrawing a couple of documents.

With a stoic look on his face, the guard handed over the documents to Sean, who was still very much confused.

“Look, I know this is all confusing but everything you need to sate your curiosity is in there.” She gestured to the papers. 

“Trust me, it's not every day I go around claiming people to be my kid.”

Sifting through some documents, Sean found out that her claims were true.

Moriah Elizabeth Lambert was born to a very prestigious family in England.

Twenty-seven years ago, she gave birth to a baby boy, Sean Junior Lambert, and the boy in the photo was the same one that occupied his lower drawer.

As if that weren't enough, his ‘Mother’ oversaw many companies, most of which were Fortune 500 companies.

There were even pictures of men and women all dressed in formal attire in several of the pictures.

It was too much to digest, and Sean took a deep breath holding the documents away from him.

“Do you believe me now?” Moriah asked, arms folded over her chest.

“Even if I do- which I don't, just to be clear- why are you here now?” He asked.

Sean had to work his ass out most of his life to feed and fend for himself.

At the age of five, he remembered being carted off to leave with his grandmother.

She was nice enough but years later, she had a stroke and died.

Sean kept waiting for someone to come pick him up…but after a month, he realized that no one was.

Social security service showed up at his doorstep, carting him off to leave with strangers. He endured for four years before he ran away and has been living on his own ever since. 

Sean had already zeroed his mind off family.

“I'm here because I am your mother…and our exile period is over, so I'm here to bring you back,” Moriah answered.

Exile period? Bring me back?

“What do you mean by exile period? What the hell is going on?”

“I'll explain everything in due time but right now, we need to leave.” She slipped on her sunglasses, looking left and right. “It's not safe here.”

“Why not?” Sean glanced around, not seeing anything scary about his environs.

“The Lambert family is not only one of the richest families in America but we're also very powerful. That comes with a lot of enemies, so come with me.” 

He eyed her outstretched hand, not sure he could trust her enough to take it.

“Were you the one who sent me the money?” He asked.

“Yes. When I learned you were getting married, I thought it would be befitting as a token.” She looked over his shoulder. “I took it, didn't it go as you expected?”

Sean's gaze fluttered downward. “How did you know?”

“A mother knows these things.” She replied simply, touching his cheek. “I suspected she was a greedy one and I was right, but don't worry now that she has gone, a better woman will take her place.”

“Thank you,” he says honestly, not aware that he needed those words of comfort. “So what now?”

“Now you take control of your life, starting by taking over the company. When you're ready, I'll introduce you to the director, Miss Lexi…she'll be there to put you through and guide you if it ever becomes too much to absorb.” 

Moriah looked excited at the prospect of him coming back but first things first…

“It's a lot to take in at once, I'll need some time to think things through.” He told her, taking one step back.

Moriah studied his eyes intently, searching for something. After a while, she nods once handing him a card. “Take your time. When you need me, you know what to do.”

Sean watched the car pull away, mulling over how fast his life had taken a U-turn.

Only one person was on his mind to share it with. Reaching for his phone, he failed to get her number.

Chloe picked up, sounding a bit breathless. “Sean? Is everything okay?”

“Everything's fine, more than fine actually.” He smiled for the first time today. “Turns out that I do have some money, but aside that, can we meet tomorrow?”