Chapter 4; The Lost Heir Returns
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A female voice screamed, “Stop the car!”
The vehicle jolted to a halt. The rain continued drumming heavily as Lady Helen McAlon stepped out in a panic. She rushed toward Berry’s limp body lying across the wet pavement.
“Dear heavens,” she whispered. “He’s bleeding out.”
Her driver knelt beside her. “Lady Helen, what do we do? The nearest hospital is forty minutes out.”
She pressed her fingers to Berry’s pulse, her expression tightening.
“Bring him to the mansion,” she ordered. “Now.”
The driver lifted Berry and carried him into the back seat. The car tore through the city, leaving a trail of water in its wake.
Minutes later, they arrived at an enormous mansion—an estate that radiated wealth from its gates to its towering pillars. Servants rushed out immediately.
“Get the family doctor,” Lady Helen commanded. “Now!”
Berry was placed on a medical bed inside a high tech emergency room built right into the mansion. The family’s personal physician cut away Berry’s torn clothes and began examining his injuries.
That was when Lady Helen saw it.
An engraved mark on the left side of Berry’s ribcage. A symbol shaped like the letter A with branching lines—an emblem used exclusively by the McAlon bloodline.
Her eyes widened.
“No,” she whispered. “It can’t be.”
She called for her PA. “Scan it. Immediately.”
The McAlons had a secret code system embedded in their mark. A microscopic barcode hidden in the design. It contained everything—name, lineage, blood group, identification code.
It was used to prevent fakes. Only true McAlons carried the real imprint.
The PA used a specialized device to scan it. The machine beeped.
A digital file popped open.
Name: Berry Alon McAlon
Lineage: Direct heir
Position: Primary successor to the McAlon Empire
Bloodline: Lady Helen McAlon — paternal grandmother
Lady Helen felt her breath hitch.
She covered her mouth.
“After all these years,” she whispered, trembling, “I have finally found him.”
Berry—her grandson—the lost heir to one of the three most powerful dynasties in the world. The only surviving child of her murdered son. Hidden away to protect him. Lost after the family war. Hunted by enemies. Forgotten by the world.
And now he was here.
Alive.
Broken.
Bleeding.
But alive.
Berry woke up hours later to the faint beeping of machines. His body felt heavy. His chest ached. The antiseptic smell of the room filled his nostrils. He blinked and saw a woman sitting beside him.
She looked maybe in her sixties. Elegant. Regal. Wrapped in a cashmere shawl. Her silver hair tied back neatly.
He groaned, his vision blurry.
“Am I dead?” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you… God?”
She chuckled softly.
“No, child. I am not God.” She leaned forward. “What is your name?”
“Berry. Berry Alon.”
Her eyes softened. She took his hand and squeezed gently.
“I am Lady Helen McAlon,” she said. “And I am your grandmother.”
Berry froze.
She continued gently, explaining everything. His father’s assassination. His mother fleeing with him. His aunt taking him in to hide him. The division inside the McAlon family. The enemies who still searched for him. The years spent looking for him.
“You are the rightful heir of the McAlon Empire,” Lady Helen said. “You carry the blood of one of the most powerful dynasties in the world.”
Berry’s mind spun.
He looked down at his hands. The same hands that licked the floor for Skye. The same hands that had begged Caleb. The same hands that had failed to save Aunt Trisha.
He whispered, “I… need time.”
Lady Helen nodded. “Of course.”
She snapped her fingers, and her PA escorted Berry to the mansion garage.
Even Berry, beaten and exhausted, gasped. The garage looked like a luxury car museum. Rows of vehicles, each costing more than the entire PHU parking lot combined. Limited edition Bugattis. Custom built Rolls Royces. Hypercars with teal, black, gold, and pearl white finishes.
“Pick one,” the PA said.
Back inside the mansion, Lady Helen handed him a sleek black card.
“This,” she said confidently, “belongs to the heir of the McAlons. No grandchild of mine should ever experience poverty again.”
Berry held the card. It felt heavier than metal, as if the whole world pressed against it.
A new fire ignited in his eyes.
“I will avenge my mother,” Berry whispered. “I will uncover the truth about my father. And I will never bow to trash like Kai, Caleb, or Skye again.”
But before any of that, he needed to do one thing.
“Grandmother,” he said. “I must get Aunt Trisha’s body. She deserves a buri
al worthy of her love.”
Lady Helen nodded slowly.
“And she shall have it,” she promised.
“Whatever it takes.”
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