The One True Billionaire's Heir

Chapter Five

" Arghhh!! My head!!". Asher winced as he tried to open his eyes. The back of his head banged seriously. He held it in pain.

 Asher slowly opened his eyes but everything was still a blurry haze.

"Arghhh!! Fuck". Asher cursed  slowly as he tried sitting up but a throbbing headache  restricted his attempts. He suspiciously eyed his environment and noticed he was no longer in his prison clothes nor did this place look anywhere close to the prison's infirmary.

"What the hell? Where am I?." Asher exclaimed looking around.

A young man in his thirties rushed to his side, filled with worry in his eyes." Thank God you are finally awake. It's been days. I was becoming so worried. Young master, how do you feel now?."

"What? Who are you?". Asher asked, blinking his eyes, trying to remember what he had seen the strange man before.

"I'm so glad you're finally awake. My name is Riccardo, your butler." 

"I don't know what you're talking about. But why am I here instead of prison?". Asher asked, confused as Riccardo helped him sit up.

"You're free now young master". Riccardo said with a sincere smile on his face.

"Free?. What do you mean free?. Did the Millers command it?". Asher asked enthusiastically.

"The Millers? Who..? No, your father gave the chief of police the command."

"The chief of police?. My father?. What the hell are you yapping about?. I'm an orphan".

"No!!You're not an orphan young master." Riccardo stated while Asher starred, not convinced.

"Why do you keep calling me that?." Asher asked, his frustration evident. His wife and her parents used and betrayed him. He wasn't ready to be another person's lap dog.

"As I mentioned earlier, my name is Riccardo and I am your butler, personally assigned by your father to find you. And I am so happy I did". Riccardo explained.

Asher starred at Riccardo like he was spitting gibberish. "And why would the chief of police listen to my so-called father and release me?".

"Mr Emilio, because you are the first son and heir to the most influential man in all of Italy". Riccardo said with delight.

"Are you kidding me?. Emilio?. What are you even saying?". Asher asked amused.

Riccardo sighed, took in a deep breath ready to go into details for his oblivious young master.

"Your real name is Emilio Rodriguez. Not Asher White. You are the first son to Mr Vincenzo Rodriguez and only child to the late Mrs Rosa Rodriguez."

Asher burst into laughter suddenly, taking Riccardo by surprise. "Ok! Ok!. If you say I'm this Emilio you are talking about, why don't I remember them?. Why did I have to suffer all these years?".

"You went missing at a tender age of three years, when you first visited America with your father and your step mother". Riccardo explained.

"How did you people come to the conclusion that I am this lost Emilio?".

"DNA". Riccardo replied.

"What?". Asher asked.

"After you were sent to prison, your fingerprint got imprinted in the police database. Our men found a match after years of searching. Your father wanted to be sure, so we took your blood while you were unconscious and it was confirmed." Riccardo paused while Asher stared blankly at him. "Here". Riccardo stated, handing Asher the result of the DNA test.

Asher took the DNA result and scanned through it. His mouth dropped in awe as everything Riccardo said turned out to be true.

"You weren't lying". Asher said surprised.

"No, young master".

"Why did it take so long to find me?. I moved to a lot of foster homes as a teen. If you did search like you claim, you should have found me. I mean it's not like I was hiding". 

"I cannot answer that young master, all our efforts to find you  proved abortive every single time". Riccardo said as Asher watched him.

"If you mean that, then it means my going missing wasn't ordinary. Someone 

orchestrated it". Asher said.

"I don't think so. Why would anyone try to harm you?. Your father is a well known philanthropist well known for his good deeds across the world." Riccardo said solemnly.

"You mentioned something about some one being late late. What did you mean by that?".

"Your mother is late. She died while giving birth to you". Riccardo said his facial expression became grim.

Although those words stung Asher, he  stared at Riccardo for a while, deliberating whether to believe him or not. But there was concrete evidence. The DNA TEST.

"So what now?". Asher asked, rubbing his temples.

"Young Mast..-".

"Don't call me that". Asher said, cutting Riccardo of. "My name is Asher, Asher White"

"I can't do that sir, it has to be Young master"

"Fine, just call me Emilio then". Asher said, unsure of how the name sounded in his ears.

"You are Italian, it will be disrespectful to refer to my master by his name".

"I insist". Asher said Riccardo simply nodded his head in refusal.

"My whole life has been a lie".. Asher murmured to himself and he rolled his eyes at Riccardo.

"So what do you people want from me?". Asher asked, not sure why he was having this conversation in the first place.

" Your father is waiting for you. The Rodriguez lineage and Dynasty needs to be continued by you.Your $5000 billion dollars worth inheritance is waiting for you sir.". Riccardo said as Asher's mouth dropped in awe and his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.