The Heir's Masquerade

In the city of New York, there stood a mansion, with enough rooms and land way too much for anyone. The word mansion is used but honestly, it was more of a place containing beautiful gardens, sculptures, and rooms. Anything that looked elegant could be found in this mansion. This was the Starkwood mansion home of the Starkwood family owners Starkwood Motors the world's greatest Manufacturers with over a hundred-year legacy on their shouldersIn one of the rooms was a man in his early twenties, with black hair and dark eyes making the bed that looked to be able to fit twenty people. “Hey Jackson you’re doing It wrong”, a man with blonde hair said standing in the doorway. “How exactly am I doing it wrong Master Blake”, the dark-haired man asked. The blonde man jumped on the bed and started wriggling. “See, there are still a lot of rumbles everywhere, It’s like you’re not even trying, do better or I’m going to ask Father to replace you”, Blake said.The dark-haired man clenched his fis

Going into the mansion there were servants waiting to greet Jackson or to be more precise Blake Starkwood. Cooks, maids, cleaners they all slightly bowed. Huh well, I don't hate this, Jackson thought with a grin on his face. Walking beside him was Adrian. You're doing good so far avoid talking with them too much for now insults will do, Adrian said whispering in his ear. Jackson nodded slowly still not fully into the acting, just because some people had more money than others doesn't mean they should be treated like trash. Hey Adrian If I'm such a brat to everyone why do you care about me so much? Jackson asked. Adrian remained quiet for a while. Well, I've become quite attached to you young master you might even say I need you, Adrian said with a smirk on his face.Jackson saw that but kept walking. Adrian had directed him to Blake's room, truth be told he didn't need any directions. He had spent quite a lot of time in this room not sleeping in it, just cleaning it every day for y

The next few days Jackson was woken up by Adrian, which was quite a task because it seemed he was attached to the bed he didn’t want to part from it no matter what happened. He was then dressed by Adrian in an expensive blue-looking suit, which Adrian reminded him once again that it was Blake’s favorite color.Adrian then went to a drawer in a room opening it there were rows and rows of watches. At first glance it was obvious that one of them was more expensive than most houses, there were watches with pure gold and diamonds embedded into them, and there were watches with a silver layout but a slick design with the brand logo of Rolex one of the most recognized watch companies in the world, there were those with a platinum layout and some with a leather skin not as charming as the rest but had an old and Gentleman vibe to it.“A suit is never complete without a watch. Do well to remember that.”, Adrian said. He gestured to the drawer giving Jackson the choice of picking which watch to

Mr Weston waited for a reply from the young man. Blake's face remained emotionless which made Mr Weston wonder If his plan would truly work. ‘What the hell? Brian told me If I brought this deal to Blake he’d take it in a heartbeat, my son may not know his friend as well as he thinks he does, Mr Weston thought.Jackson was considering the deal, It was obvious was Mr Weston’s end goal was but should he care? Taking on the identity of Blake Starkwood he already had enough money than he ever thought he had and he wasn’t sure he even cared about the company. The engine of the man before him almost ran his previous company to the ground what’s to stop him from doing the same to Starkwood Motors, he may not have cared for the company but there were people here who needed the jobs for their survival and Jackson knowing this better than anyone wasn’t heartless enough to contribute in its downfall.“I’ll think about it”, Jackson said. “Great give me a call if you decide to take the deal”, Mr W

‘Ten … million … dollars'’ Jackson thought to himself. An amount that most would work their entire lives and wouldn’t come close to making, and he spent it all in one drunken night what an idiot he was. Jackson kept staring at the receipt it seemed he had bought the club in his drunken state. ‘I was in No condition to buy anything, I could sue the sellers for this but then I’d have to court and It would become a big deal but It’s ten million dollars I have to fight for it’.“I must say young master when you were given your platinum card I expected you to go with spending but not this. It seemed I underestimated you” Adrian said with a soft smile.As to what Adrian meant it was the Platinum card Jackson was given access to sometime after the Funeral. The card has access to a lot of the Starkwood's, not all of it of course. There would be spare money all over but it was safe to say that access to tens of millions if not hundreds of millions which Jackson could use at any time.Jac