Secret billionaire heir

Chapter two

Micheal woke up in a room, white walls surrounding him. Blinking away grogginess, he looked around and realized he was in a luxurious suite, far different from his expectations.

He heard soft beeping filling the air.

" Where am I?" He asked himself as he tried to sit up. 

With his gaze searching around, he saw that he was in a hospital room. It was one that exudes luxury. The soft sheets, ornate furniture, and muted lighting were a stark contrast to the ground he had been lying on moments before. Confusion gripped him as he tried to piece together what had happened.

The door creaked open, and a nurse entered. "Good to see you are finally awake, young master, you've been in a coma for a week."

"A week?" Michael croaked, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Yes, young master." The nurse responded with a happy glint spread around her face, bowing.

Micheal could not understand. Why was she calling him young master? Was he mistaken for someone else?

Before he could get a full grasp of the situation, the door opened and a man dressed in white walked in with eagerness.

"The doctor is here." The nurse announced. "Mr Imperial is finally awake..."

"It is good to see you are finally with us, young master. My team has been working all week to ensure your safety. It is an honor to be of service to the great Imperial family."

The doctor also bowed to him, leaving Micheal in the deepest state of confusion.

"Mr Imperial...?"

Nobody knew him as an Imperial. It was a name he had dropped a long time ago when he was a child and he lost his parents. Since then, he had lost all connections to his old family. There was no way in the world anyone would know about him or his relationship with the Imperials. 

But why were they calling him that? Definitely he had been mistaken for someone else. Someone very wealthy and influential. That was why they were treating him like a prince, giving him all these special treatments which he could not pay for.

Micheal was familiar with medical personnels. Sooner or later, they would ask for payment. An hospital as luxurious as this would charge heavily to match. There was no way he could settle their bills. He was a poor and broke fellow, Melissa was his only hope.

"I need to make a phone call to my wife. She might help to settle the bills..."

"What do you mean, young master?" The doctor said, looking surprised. "But the bills have already been settled."

"Settled? Settled by who?"

Right then and there, the door opened and in came a group of three men, looking like the squad of wealth picked right out of a fantasy world.

Each of them looked resplendent in their exquisite clothes, screaming millions of dollars. It was obvious that these people were extremely rich, and yet somehow they all bowed to Micheal as they approached.

The one in front spoke, his head bent a little. "Young master, it is great to see you again after all these years."

"Who... Who are you?"

"You do not remember me. My name is Morgan, your parents saved my life many years ago when I was dying. My parents could not afford the medical bills, your father paid it all. Since then, my family has been indebted to yours."

"Morgan..."

Micheal could recall it bit by bit. Back when he was a child, his parents had taken him along on one of their visits to the community hospitals. There was a boy who caught his attention. He was one of the little patients and they were around the same age.

"My name is Micheal, what about you?"

"Morgan..."

Before anyone knew it, they had become friends on that same day.

"Mom, can he come home with us?"

"No, Micheal. This is his place, he cannot leave."

"But why? Why do other kids get to play around and he doesn't??"

"Because he is ill. He does not have the strength to act like his mates."

"When will he get better?"

"When the doctors perform his surgery..."

"Why won't they perform the surgery today?"

Seeing how persistent her son was, Micheal's mother made inquiries about the little sick boy. The boy needed urgent surgery, but his parents had no money. So the couple paid for the little boy's operation, and the surgery was a success. His family was grateful to Micheal's parents and they decided to work for his family. Micheal also became good friends with the boy and they played together from that time onwards.

But that was many years ago, they had not seen each other since Micheal lost his parents.

"Young master, I have been sent by your grandfather. It is time you return home and take your place as the heir to the entire Imperial fortunes."

That sounded like rubbish to Micheal's ears. Since the death of his parents, he had been abandoned by his grandfather, by the entire Imperial family. They left him to suffer for many years and now suddenly, they appear out of nowhere to call him back home?

"You are the heir to the greatest empire in the world of business. If you take this chance, you might just be the most powerful man in the country. Please consider it."

No... This was too much for him to accept.

"Just leave. I don't want to even think about it."

"No matter what you remember about him. He is still your grandfather. And he has regretted his actions. Which is why he wants you back now. Please think about it."

Morgan bowed his head, and so did the other two men behind him. They exited the hospital, leaving Micheal to dive into his own thoughts.

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"You are free to go now sir. It was really an honor serving you."

Micheal had spent a few more days at the luxurious hospital and the word sir still felt absurd to his ears. Now he was about to be discharged but there was nowhere he could go.

He had no home, he had no destination. All he ever knew was living as an orphan and having no place to call his own all his life. Now rejected by Melissa, there was only one place he could return to.

"I need to go back to my foster father's mansion. Maybe they would welcome me."

Martins had always treated him like a son since he did not have one himself. Before his death, he ensured that Melissa's parents agreed to the marriage between Micheal and Melissa after Micheal expressed his interests in the Kingston family's daughter.

Most of Martin's riches and establishments no longer had an owner, as his will had not been announced by his attorney yet. Yet everyone believed that Martins left nothing for Micheal, and that all his wealth would go to charity.

"Mr Martins would rather give to the motherless homes than leave his company to a loser like that."

"But still, Micheal is his son under the law. He must surely receive some of his wealth..."

"Mr Martins already gave him a fortune when he married Melissa Kingston. He does not deserve even that."

No one expected that Martins would pick his foster son ahead of his real family members. He would rather just give it all to charity.

As Micheal stood before the door, he knocked slowly.

A crack appeared and a face peeped through it.

"You... What do you want?" It was the maid, Tamara.

"I have just come to stay here for a few days. I will be gone before you know it."

"But..." Tamara was stammering. Micheal could tell that something was wrong. 

"What is it?" Micheal pulled forward, finding his way into the house. What awaited him was a surprise.

In a black leather shit, glimmering like a younger version of herself was Mrs Katelyn Kingston, Melissa's mother.

Beside her were two other men. One of them was Modrich, Melissa's brother while the other was none other than Jude Benedict, the late Martin's attorney. They were all staring into a particular document when Micheal barged into their presence, forcing them to all look up at once.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"You low thing! You have the guts to come here?" Melissa's mother replied with her foul words, not bothering to give him a response.

"My father trusted you, Mr Benedict. Do not tell me you are conniving with these people." Micheal faced the lawyer. He could smell that something was going on here, and it was something really bad.

"I am sorry, Micheal. But you have no rights to anything here. I am giving everything Mr Martins ever owned to the Kingstons!"