The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 6

Madam President stood there, staring at Oliver with a look of disbelief mixed with relief. She couldn't believe it. After all these years of searching, she had finally found her son.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she softly whispered, "I never thought I'd see you again, Oliver. I thought I'd lost you forever."

Her voice cracked, the weight of everything she'd been through hitting her all at once. "But here you are. After all this time, you're here."

Oliver's heart raced, his head spinning. He couldn't understand what was happening. Everything he had believed, everything he had been told, was being turned upside down.

Oliver’s confusion grew as the weight of the situation sank in. His mind raced, trying to piece everything together.

“How did I end up at the orphanage then?” he demanded, his voice edged with frustration and pain. “You’re saying you never gave up on me, but how did they tell me I was an orphan? Who did this to me?”

Madam President’s face darkened, her expression shifting to something more solemn. She took a deep breath before beginning her explanation, her voice soft but heavy with the truth.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. When you were younger, everything was... complicated. There were people who didn’t want us together, people who wanted to see me fall. Political opponents. They saw you as a threat.”

She paused, her eyes clouding over with memories she’d tried to forget. “We were targeted. They wanted to use you as leverage against me, to destroy everything I worked for."

She continued, "They were ruthless. In the chaos that followed, the violence... it was all out of control. My enemies, those who wanted to bring me down, saw you as the perfect weapon.”

“After things turned bloody, we had no choice. We had to flee. Your life was at risk. We couldn’t keep you safe if they knew where you were. I had to make the hardest decision of my life—I had to let them take you.

"They moved you to the orphanage, and I was left with nothing but the hope that one day, I would find you again.”

Oliver’s chest tightened as the reality of her words settled in. He could feel the anguish in her voice, the weight of the years of separation. “So you never knew where I was?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

“No,” she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. “I never knew. I had to watch from a distance, always wondering if you were okay, if you were even alive. Every day was torture. But I kept going. I couldn’t give up.”

She continued, "After everything was over, I went to the orphanage to take you back, but you were nowhere to be found. I searched for you everywhere but to no avail. But I was convinced that I'm going to find you one day."

Oliver sat there, stunned, as the pieces of his past started to fall into place. The orphanage, the feeling of abandonment, the unanswered questions—they all made sense now. His mother had been fighting for him, even when he didn’t know it.

“I’m sorry, Oliver,” she whispered, her hand gently resting on his. “I never wanted this for you. I only wanted you to be safe.”

As he tried to gather his thoughts, Madam President’s eyes fell on the side of his neck. There, just barely visible, was a small birthmark. Her hand trembled as she reached for it, and her breath caught in her throat when she realized what it meant.

“This mark... This is... it’s you.” Her voice trembled with shock and awe.

Oliver was still groggy from the pain and the blood loss, but when the doctor spoke, he could hear the seriousness in his voice.

"He needs rest," the doctor said firmly. "Too many questions right now will only stress him out. He’s lost a lot of blood, and we need to make sure he’s stable before anything else."

Madam President nodded quickly, not able to hide her excitement. "Of course, I understand," she said, trying to calm herself. "But I’m just so relieved he’s okay. I can’t believe it’s really him."

The doctor gave her a gentle smile. "He’ll be fine, but let him rest. His body needs to recover."

The next morning, Madam President wasted no time and quickly requested that Oliver be discharged. The doctor and the hospital staff rushed to make sure everything was in order—papers, medication, and everything he needed to fully recover. Once they were ready, she led Oliver outside.

As they stepped out into the daylight, Oliver’s eyes were met with a sight that almost made him stop in his tracks.

The sun was bright, and outside the hospital were rows of stunning cars—three of them in particular stood out. A convoy of Rolls-Royce. It looked like something straight out of a movie. Oliver could hardly believe it. Was this really happening?

As they walked toward the cars, the doors were opened for them, and Oliver felt like he was in a dream. He turned to Madam President, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Is this real?” he asked, his voice trembling with surprise.

Madam President smiled gently, her expression soft. "It’s real, Oliver. You’ve just stepped into a life you never imagined. No more struggles, no more pain. This is the world of luxury and fame. Welcome to it."

Oliver’s heart raced. He had no words for what was happening. All he could do was stare in awe at the cars and the life that now seemed to be waiting for him. It felt like a whole new beginning.