David frowned. Was he imagining it? His senses were hazy from the alcohol, but the car’s headlights were unmistakable. It was following him. He quickened his pace, his feet stumbling beneath him. The car mirrored his movements, staying just a few yards behind.
His heart raced. He could feel the panic creeping in. He wanted to run, to get away, but his legs refused to cooperate. His body was too drunk, too exhausted to fight it. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his mind screamed at him to move faster, but his body wasn’t listening.
The car didn’t stop. It kept its distance, but it was still there, watching him.
“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice slurred. He looked back again. The car was still there, headlights blinding him in the dark.
But then, everything went black.
---When David came to life, the steady beep of a heart monitor was the first thing he heard. The sound was rhythmic, almost comforting. He opened his eyes slowly, the blurriness fading away as his vision adjusted.
He was in a hospital room. The walls were white and sterile. He could smell the faint scent of antiseptic. His head throbbed, and his body felt sore, like he'd been hit by a truck.
He tried to sit up, but his arms felt weak. The drip in his hand tugged uncomfortably as he attempted to lift it.
“That’s not a good idea.”
David’s gaze shifted to the voice. An older man stood by the door, his face wrinkled with age but kind. His white hair was neatly combed, and he leaned on a cane, his posture straight despite the cane’s support.
David scowled, his mind still foggy. “Who the hell are you?”
The old man smiled gently. “I’m a friend. You were in bad shape last night. My men found you and brought you here.”
David blinked, trying to piece together the events from the night before. “I don’t need your help,” he muttered, yanking the drip from his hand. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand. His knees buckled, and he almost fell, but the old man was there, reaching out to steady him.
“You’re in no condition to leave,” the old man said firmly, his hand on David’s shoulder. “You need rest.”
David shrugged the hand off. “I’m fine. I don’t need any of this.” His voice was sharp, frustration lacing his words. “I just need to go home.” David was still in anger, after everything that happened last night. His mood was still sore.
The old man sighed, his expression softening but still firm. “You’re in no condition to go anywhere. You’re not well, young man. You need time to recover. And besides, I brought you here to talk to you about something important.”
“I said I’m fine,” David snapped, his head spinning as he stood. His vision blurred again, and he leaned against the bed for support.
The old man stepped forward, his cane tapping lightly on the floor as he moved closer. “Listen to me, at least. I'm here to talk to you about an inheritance—your inheritance.”
David glared at him, his jaw clenched. “What inheritance?"
"You're from a noble family, and I've come to give you what's yours. Something far more than you can comprehend."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're the heir of the Knights Family. You need to let me help you." The old man’s eyes softened. “I understand your disbelief. I know it’s hard to accept, especially after everything you’ve been through. But the truth is, you’re not just anyone, Roland.”
David shook his head, trying to make sense of the jumble of information. “That name... how—where did you hear that name from? Who are you really?”
David sat back down on the bed, his mind racing. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the edge of the hospital blanket. The older man’s words echoed in his head—he was from a noble family, an heir to something far larger than he could comprehend.The man had spoken with a calm authority, but his words left David confused. He had never known his family to be anything special, just a simple working-class background, although he was just an orphan, he was always told by the orphanage guardians that his parents died in a car accident. Now, the idea that he belonged to a wealthy and powerful lineage seemed impossible. The name the man had used—he hadn’t heard it in years. He thought it was just a memory, a shadow of something from his past. But hearing it now brought a sense of dread and disbelief.
The man noticed David’s confusion and sighed, sitting down in the chair beside the bed. “I know this is a lot to take in, but everything I’m telling you is true.”David looked at him, his eyes narrowing. “Who are you? What are you talking about? Noble family? Heir? I’m just a nobody—just factory worker. What’s all this about?”
The man’s expression grew more serious. “I was a close associate of your family. I worked with your father for many years. My name is Arthur—Arthur Wren. I was the butler of the Knights Family, and I’ve been keeping an eye on things while you... were lost.”David’s brow furrowed. “Lost? What do you mean, ‘lost’?”
Arthur sighed, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping the cane he still held. “You and your family were in an accident years ago. Your memory was damaged in the crash, and since then, you’ve been living without the knowledge of who you truly are. You’ve been surviving on what little you could remember, but your real life is much different from what you think.”David stared at him, struggling to process the words. An accident? His mind felt fragmented. The more he thought about it, the harder it was to focus. A vague image surfaced in his mind—a crash, an explosion, flashes of faces he couldn’t place.“My parents... what happened to them?” David asked, his voice quieter now.Arthur’s expression grew grim. “Your father is still in a coma. He’s been unconscious since the accident. As for your mother... she didn’t survive. I’m sorry, Roland.”David’s heart sank, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. His mother... dead? He hadn’t known. He could barely remember her fac
David stepped into his home, his footsteps heavy as the weight of the world seemed to settle onto his shoulders. The house that had once been filled with the promise of a happy future now felt cold, empty, and foreign. He could hear the clinking of glass before he even fully entered the living room.Sitting there, casually sipping from a glass of wine, was his wife. Her posture was poised, her face unreadable as she glanced up at him. There was no warmth, no apology in her eyes. Just the same indifferent look she had given him countless times before.On the table beside her was a large, brown envelope, almost too conspicuous, its presence demanding attention.David didn’t even acknowledge her. He didn’t have the strength to engage, not right now. His body ached from the events of the day, the emotional weight of the betrayal, the humiliating confrontation. He just needed a shower, a moment to clear his head.As he began to move toward the stairs, his wife’s voice sliced through the si
David woke up the next morning in the hotel room, his mind still racing from everything that had happened the night before. Before he could even settle into his thoughts, a knock at the door interrupted him. It was Arthur's driver, Kelvin, waiting to take him somewhere.“Good morning, young master.”“Who are you?” David asked.“I'm Kelvin, master Arthur's personal driver. I was sent to take you to the mansion.”David raised an eyebrow. "Why not just have me come directly to you?"Kelvin gave a polite smile. "We need to be careful. Too many eyes are on you now. This isn't the time to be seen in public, so Arthur arranged a private meeting. Trust me, it's for your safety."David nodded, though skepticism lingered in his mind. He had little choice but to follow the driver, as everything about this new world seemed beyond his grasp. The driver said nothing further as they left the hotel, the air around them thick with tension.The car drove for what felt like three hours, the quiet broken
Arthur looked at David, his expression gentle but serious. “I’ll arrange it, but we have to be careful. Things are... different now.”David could sense the underlying concern. It was just a visit to his mother’s grave, yet it carried a weight he hadn’t anticipated. His identity, the family fortune—everything he’d recently learned about his inheritance made even simple acts seem dangerous now.Several days later, under cover of night, Arthur drove David out to the cemetery. The quiet was almost oppressive, the only sound the gravel crunching beneath their feet as they moved through rows of graves. Standing in front of his mother’s grave now felt surreal. For a long time, he just stared at the headstone, unable to speak. The stone was cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the warmth of his memories—distant yet vivid flashes of her smile, her comforting words, and her gentle touch. His chest tightened, an ache that grew deeper as the reality of his new life clashed with the innocence
Back at the mansion, Arthur gave David a reassuring nod. “Get some rest, David. Kelvin will show you to your room.”David nodded, feeling exhaustion settling in as Kelvin gestured for him to follow. They walked through the opulent hallways, eventually stopping in front of an elevator. Kelvin swiped his security card, and the doors slid open with a quiet hum. They ascended for nearly twenty minutes, passing various floors filled with luxuries David had only ever heard about.Finally, the elevator stopped, and Kelvin led him down a quieter corridor, lined with ornate light fixtures casting a warm glow. When they reached David's room, Kelvin unlocked the door and held it open. “This is your room, sir.”David walked in slowly, taking in the sight before him. The room was enormous, unlike anything he had ever imagined for himself. A massive king-sized bed stood in the center, covered in plush, soft bedding. A wardrobe with glass doors gleamed in one corner, reflecting the room's sparklin
David spent countless days studying his family’s business empire, piecing together every detail he could find. His father had built something extraordinary—a network of companies, assets, and ventures that spanned industries. But now, instead of flourishing as it once had, much of it was divided, fractured, and under his uncle’s control. Each document David reviewed revealed another piece of the empire that had been stripped away by his uncle's greedy hands. Anger simmered in him as he thought about everything his parents had built and how ruthlessly it had been taken from them.He leaned back in his chair, the stacks of files spread out across the desk, and clenched his jaw. His uncle wasn’t just a thief; he was a traitor to the family. David swore silently, vowing to make him pay for every bit of it. The thought of reclaiming his father’s legacy fueled him, pushing him to dig even deeper to understand every aspect of the empire.While going through records from a smaller branch, t
David had always considered himself lucky. His life wasn't glamorous, but he had something money couldn’t buy—his wife, Lara. She was everything to him. Beautiful, charismatic, the kind of woman who lit up a room just by walking in. And despite their differences in social status—her family being wealthy and influential—she had chosen him. That was all that mattered.They had married secretly, away from the prying eyes of her family who couldn’t care less about David. They thought he was just a factory worker with no prospects. But Lara had never cared for their opinions. To her, David was the man she loved, the man who treated her like she was worth everything.Their little house was their sanctuary. David worked long hours, sometimes 20 hours a day, making sure everything ran smoothly. He couldn’t afford luxuries, but he never let it show. He kept up appearances, made sure their friends and neighbors never saw them as anything less than a happy couple. After all, if his wife loved hi
David had never been one to drink. He didn’t see the point. He had always preferred the quiet, simple life with Lara. But tonight, everything was different. The crushing weight of betrayal was too much to bear, and he needed an escape, something to numb the ache that threatened to consume him.He walked into the dimly lit bar, his steps unsteady as if his body was as unfamiliar with this world as his mind. The loud music throbbed in his ears, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. People were laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos, but David felt out of place. He had always kept his distance from places like this.Tonight, though, nothing made sense.He sat at the bar, ordering a drink without thinking twice. The burn of alcohol on his throat did little to dull the anger coursing through his veins. He drank quickly, one glass after another, trying to forget. But the more he drank, the more the image of Lara and that man, Alex, filled his mind. Their
David spent countless days studying his family’s business empire, piecing together every detail he could find. His father had built something extraordinary—a network of companies, assets, and ventures that spanned industries. But now, instead of flourishing as it once had, much of it was divided, fractured, and under his uncle’s control. Each document David reviewed revealed another piece of the empire that had been stripped away by his uncle's greedy hands. Anger simmered in him as he thought about everything his parents had built and how ruthlessly it had been taken from them.He leaned back in his chair, the stacks of files spread out across the desk, and clenched his jaw. His uncle wasn’t just a thief; he was a traitor to the family. David swore silently, vowing to make him pay for every bit of it. The thought of reclaiming his father’s legacy fueled him, pushing him to dig even deeper to understand every aspect of the empire.While going through records from a smaller branch, t
Back at the mansion, Arthur gave David a reassuring nod. “Get some rest, David. Kelvin will show you to your room.”David nodded, feeling exhaustion settling in as Kelvin gestured for him to follow. They walked through the opulent hallways, eventually stopping in front of an elevator. Kelvin swiped his security card, and the doors slid open with a quiet hum. They ascended for nearly twenty minutes, passing various floors filled with luxuries David had only ever heard about.Finally, the elevator stopped, and Kelvin led him down a quieter corridor, lined with ornate light fixtures casting a warm glow. When they reached David's room, Kelvin unlocked the door and held it open. “This is your room, sir.”David walked in slowly, taking in the sight before him. The room was enormous, unlike anything he had ever imagined for himself. A massive king-sized bed stood in the center, covered in plush, soft bedding. A wardrobe with glass doors gleamed in one corner, reflecting the room's sparklin
Arthur looked at David, his expression gentle but serious. “I’ll arrange it, but we have to be careful. Things are... different now.”David could sense the underlying concern. It was just a visit to his mother’s grave, yet it carried a weight he hadn’t anticipated. His identity, the family fortune—everything he’d recently learned about his inheritance made even simple acts seem dangerous now.Several days later, under cover of night, Arthur drove David out to the cemetery. The quiet was almost oppressive, the only sound the gravel crunching beneath their feet as they moved through rows of graves. Standing in front of his mother’s grave now felt surreal. For a long time, he just stared at the headstone, unable to speak. The stone was cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the warmth of his memories—distant yet vivid flashes of her smile, her comforting words, and her gentle touch. His chest tightened, an ache that grew deeper as the reality of his new life clashed with the innocence
David woke up the next morning in the hotel room, his mind still racing from everything that had happened the night before. Before he could even settle into his thoughts, a knock at the door interrupted him. It was Arthur's driver, Kelvin, waiting to take him somewhere.“Good morning, young master.”“Who are you?” David asked.“I'm Kelvin, master Arthur's personal driver. I was sent to take you to the mansion.”David raised an eyebrow. "Why not just have me come directly to you?"Kelvin gave a polite smile. "We need to be careful. Too many eyes are on you now. This isn't the time to be seen in public, so Arthur arranged a private meeting. Trust me, it's for your safety."David nodded, though skepticism lingered in his mind. He had little choice but to follow the driver, as everything about this new world seemed beyond his grasp. The driver said nothing further as they left the hotel, the air around them thick with tension.The car drove for what felt like three hours, the quiet broken
David stepped into his home, his footsteps heavy as the weight of the world seemed to settle onto his shoulders. The house that had once been filled with the promise of a happy future now felt cold, empty, and foreign. He could hear the clinking of glass before he even fully entered the living room.Sitting there, casually sipping from a glass of wine, was his wife. Her posture was poised, her face unreadable as she glanced up at him. There was no warmth, no apology in her eyes. Just the same indifferent look she had given him countless times before.On the table beside her was a large, brown envelope, almost too conspicuous, its presence demanding attention.David didn’t even acknowledge her. He didn’t have the strength to engage, not right now. His body ached from the events of the day, the emotional weight of the betrayal, the humiliating confrontation. He just needed a shower, a moment to clear his head.As he began to move toward the stairs, his wife’s voice sliced through the si
Arthur sighed, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping the cane he still held. “You and your family were in an accident years ago. Your memory was damaged in the crash, and since then, you’ve been living without the knowledge of who you truly are. You’ve been surviving on what little you could remember, but your real life is much different from what you think.”David stared at him, struggling to process the words. An accident? His mind felt fragmented. The more he thought about it, the harder it was to focus. A vague image surfaced in his mind—a crash, an explosion, flashes of faces he couldn’t place.“My parents... what happened to them?” David asked, his voice quieter now.Arthur’s expression grew grim. “Your father is still in a coma. He’s been unconscious since the accident. As for your mother... she didn’t survive. I’m sorry, Roland.”David’s heart sank, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. His mother... dead? He hadn’t known. He could barely remember her fac
David frowned. Was he imagining it? His senses were hazy from the alcohol, but the car’s headlights were unmistakable. It was following him. He quickened his pace, his feet stumbling beneath him. The car mirrored his movements, staying just a few yards behind.His heart raced. He could feel the panic creeping in. He wanted to run, to get away, but his legs refused to cooperate. His body was too drunk, too exhausted to fight it. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his mind screamed at him to move faster, but his body wasn’t listening.The car didn’t stop. It kept its distance, but it was still there, watching him.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice slurred. He looked back again. The car was still there, headlights blinding him in the dark.But then, everything went black.---When David came to life, the steady beep of a heart monitor was the first thing he heard. The sound was rhythmic, almost comforting. He opened his eyes slowly, the blurriness fading away as his visio
David had never been one to drink. He didn’t see the point. He had always preferred the quiet, simple life with Lara. But tonight, everything was different. The crushing weight of betrayal was too much to bear, and he needed an escape, something to numb the ache that threatened to consume him.He walked into the dimly lit bar, his steps unsteady as if his body was as unfamiliar with this world as his mind. The loud music throbbed in his ears, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. People were laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos, but David felt out of place. He had always kept his distance from places like this.Tonight, though, nothing made sense.He sat at the bar, ordering a drink without thinking twice. The burn of alcohol on his throat did little to dull the anger coursing through his veins. He drank quickly, one glass after another, trying to forget. But the more he drank, the more the image of Lara and that man, Alex, filled his mind. Their
David had always considered himself lucky. His life wasn't glamorous, but he had something money couldn’t buy—his wife, Lara. She was everything to him. Beautiful, charismatic, the kind of woman who lit up a room just by walking in. And despite their differences in social status—her family being wealthy and influential—she had chosen him. That was all that mattered.They had married secretly, away from the prying eyes of her family who couldn’t care less about David. They thought he was just a factory worker with no prospects. But Lara had never cared for their opinions. To her, David was the man she loved, the man who treated her like she was worth everything.Their little house was their sanctuary. David worked long hours, sometimes 20 hours a day, making sure everything ran smoothly. He couldn’t afford luxuries, but he never let it show. He kept up appearances, made sure their friends and neighbors never saw them as anything less than a happy couple. After all, if his wife loved hi