The Mysterious Inheritance
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Xavier’s breath caught in his throat.
Inheritance?
He stared at his phone, gripping it tightly. “I think you have the wrong person,” he said, voice flat.
The man on the other end chuckled. “No, Mr. Cole. I assure you, I do not.”
Xavier’s mind raced. Who the hell was this guy? His father had left when he was a kid, and his mother barely made enough to cover rent. They had no money, no family fortune, nothing.
“You’re telling me I have an inheritance?” he asked, skeptical.
“Not just an inheritance,” the man said smoothly. “You are now the legal beneficiary of one of the largest fortunes in history.”
Xavier almost laughed. This had to be a joke. Some scam. Life didn’t just change like that.
“You expect me to believe that?” he asked.
The man’s voice didn’t waver. “I expected skepticism. But Mr. Cole, this is no joke. You need to come to my office immediately.”
Xavier hesitated. His whole day had been hell. His girlfriend betrayed him, his life was a mess, and now some stranger was calling him about a mysterious fortune?
“…Where’s your office?” he asked cautiously.
“Downtown, the Blackwood Law Firm.”
Xavier’s stomach dropped. That was real.
Everyone in the city knew about Blackwood Law. They handled the wealthiest families, the kind of people who owned countries, not just companies.
“What happens if I don’t come?” Xavier tested.
A pause.
“Then you will never know the truth about your past—or your future.”
Xavier’s grip on the phone tightened.
Truth about my past?
This wasn’t just about money.
Something deeper was at play.
“…I’ll be there.”
Xavier had never felt more out of place in his life.
He stood inside the towering Blackwood Law building, wearing his old hoodie and scuffed sneakers, surrounded by marble floors, glass walls, and billionaires in tailored suits.
The receptionist, a woman in a sleek black dress, gave him a single glance before pressing a button.
“Mr. Blackwood is expecting you.”
Minutes later, Xavier was led into a massive office. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline. A giant desk sat in the center, and behind it stood a man in a charcoal suit.
“Mr. Cole,” the man greeted, stepping forward. “I am Elias Blackwood.”
He was in his fifties, tall, with silver hair and sharp eyes that held a wealth of secrets.
Xavier sat down cautiously. “So… you said I have an inheritance?”
Blackwood nodded. “Yes. And not just any inheritance. You, Xavier Cole, are now the sole heir to a fortune worth approximately—”
He slid a file across the desk.
Xavier opened it, his eyes scanning the first page—
Trillions.
His breath stopped. His hands shook.
He reread the number.
It wasn’t just a few billion. It was more money than some countries had.
His chest tightened. “This has to be a mistake.”
Blackwood shook his head. “It is not.”
Xavier’s pulse roared in his ears. He had spent his whole life counting coins, starving, suffering—and now this?
“Who… Who gave me this?”
Blackwood leaned forward, his expression unreadable.
“That… is where things get interesting.”
“The fortune belongs to a man named Lucius Voss.”
Xavier frowned. “Never heard of him.”
“I expected that.” Blackwood tapped the file. “Lucius Voss was one of the most powerful and elusive men in history. He built an empire hidden in the shadows—banks, tech, real estate, oil, military contracts. He controlled everything from behind the scenes.”
Xavier’s head spun. “And what does that have to do with me?”
Blackwood’s lips curled into a small smile. “Lucius Voss was your biological grandfather.”
Silence.
Xavier’s mouth went dry. “That’s impossible. My family—”
“Your mother never knew,” Blackwood interrupted smoothly. “Lucius Voss had an illegitimate son—your father. He tried to erase him from existence. But blood cannot be denied.”
Xavier sat there, stunned. His grandfather was a trillionaire?
Blackwood continued. “Lucius Voss never intended to pass his fortune to his legitimate heirs. He despised them—greedy, incompetent, parasites. Instead, he spent years searching for someone… worthy.”
Xavier’s heart pounded.
Him.
Blackwood’s voice lowered. “Before he died, Lucius Voss made one final decision—to give everything to you.”
Xavier felt like the air had been sucked from the room.
He had spent his entire life scraping by. Now, he was richer than anyone in the world.
But… why?
“I don’t understand,” he admitted. “I’ve never met him. Why would he choose me?”
Blackwood’s eyes glinted. “Perhaps he saw something in you. A fire. A hunger. The same ambition that made him great.”
Xavier swallowed hard. “So what now?”
Blackwood leaned back. “That depends on you. You can sign the documents and claim your legacy. Or… you can walk away.”
Xavier stared at the papers in front of him.
This was it. The moment everything changed.
He thought about his mother. About the years of suffering. About the people who mocked him, humiliated him, treated him like garbage.
Then, he thought about Madison’s laughter. Dylan waving that hundred-dollar bill in his face.
Xavier reached for the pen.
He didn’t hesitate.
With one stroke, he became the richest man alive.
And the world would never see it coming.
Blackwood took the signed papers, his expression unreadable.
“It’s done,” he said smoothly. “As of this moment, all assets under Lucius Voss’s name belong to you.”
Xavier’s heart pounded, but before he could process it, Blackwood continued.
“You’ll receive a call soon,” he said, standing up. “From the global bank manager. They’ll be finalizing the process to transfer all liquid assets into your name.”
Xavier frowned. “Liquid assets?”
Blackwood’s lips curled slightly.
“A few hundred trillion dollars in cash. Everything else has already been transferred.”
Xavier’s stomach dropped.
A few hundred trillion.
Not just billions. Not just tens of trillions.
Hundreds.
The weight of it hit him like a freight train.
This wasn’t just wealth.
This was power.
As Xavier sat there, processing what he had just done, Blackwood’s voice lowered.
“Welcome to the world of kings, Mr. Cole.”
A sharp knock on the office door interrupted them.
Blackwood glanced at his watch. “Ah. That would be your first visitor.”
Xavier stiffened. “Visitor?”
Blackwood met his eyes.
“Yes. There are people who have been… watching. People who were waiting for this moment.”
Xavier’s fingers clenched. “Who?”
Blackwood’s smirk deepened.
“Let’s just say, now that you’ve signed… the real game begins.”
The door opened.
And in walked a man in a sleek black suit—his presence dangerous, powerful, lethal.
Xavier’s breath caught.
Everything was about to change.
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