Billionaire overnight

~Grayson

The first thing I register on waking up are hushed voices around me. I open my eyes slowly, aware of the pain in the side of my head. At first my vision is a blurry mess of figures hovering above me.

It becomes clearer with each second until I'm able to make out the faces of Simon and Philip both staring at me.

"He's awake," Philip announces, moving away from me.

Simon continues staring at me long after that, till the point that I'm spooked. He looks away from me and addresses someone I can't see because of the inclination of my head.

"You didn't have to hit him so hard," he says.

I try to raise my head, ignoring the pain threatening to tear down my sanity.

"He didn't have to hit him at all," Collin Rodriguez says, throwing his son, Clade, a glare.

I spare Clade a glance to see a metal rod stained with red lying at his foot.

"That's enough!" The female officer says and soon she blocks my view. "Handcuff him," she tells one of the male officers with her and he obliges.

I still feel lightheaded but I manage to speak. "Why are you arresting me?"

The officer smirks at me before replying. "You'll know very soon. Handcuff him!"

I try to resist the cuffs but two officers hold me down and even though I manage to put up quite a struggle, I soon begin to feel drowsy so I give in and let them do whatever they want.

I don't remember the ride to the station. I only remember being forced out of a police car and locked up in a cell. I black in and out of reality from there and I can tell if I'm dreaming when an officer comes to free me saying that someone bailed me.

I follow the officer to find a lady seated outside, waiting for me. She seems to be of Asian descent. Probably Chinese or Korean. She's dressed in the same shade of wine red as her lipstick and is as slim as a K-pop idol.

"Let's go home," she says.

I blink for a moment. Am I dreaming? I nod because I just want to leave the station and follow the woman as she walks out.

A black Benz waits for us in front of the station. A man dressed in a silly white uniform opens the back door and I get in after the woman. He enters the car and starts the engine, only driving off when she tells him too.

My brain is still incapable of processing whatever is going on and it takes a while for me to realize that I'm not dreaming. I blink before turning to the woman seated next to me.

"Who are you?" I ask, unable to keep the shock out of my voice.

The woman chuckles for a bit before replying. "I expected that question much earlier. It was surprising that you came along so easily."

I wave aside her words and ask again, "Who are you and why did you bail me? How do you even know me?"

"One question at a time Mr. Wyatt. I can't answer what I can't keep up with."

I let out a sigh in frustration before asking again, "Who are you?"

"Yara So Min. Lawyer to Andrew Wyatt."

The similar surnames catch me off guard for a moment but I regain myself and continue questioning her. "Why did you bail me out?"

"Partly because you were wrongly imprisoned. Mostly because your presence is needed at the Wyatt mansion."

At this point to say I'm lost is an understatement.

"What am I needed for?"

"You're one of the heirs or rather, the only living heir to Mr. Wyatt's property. He passed away a week ago and as per his will, ninety percent of his properties and assets belong to you."

"Properties?"

All this is still very confusing to me.

"You've never heard of Andrew Wyatt?"

She stares at me, wide-eyed.

"No. . ."

I try to think back and nothing about the name rings a bell. "Who is he?"

"Well, he's a billionaire. Deals mostly in real estate management but has a lot of shares in major companies. He also owns a software company."

Her words are a lot to digest and it takes a while for me to respond.

"And I'll inherit ninety percent of all this?"

She nods.

"Why!?"

It doesn't make any single sense. I don't even know who the man is.

"It's not in my place to answer that. Just have a bit of patience, you'll get the whole story."

I want to argue but I'm too tired and overwhelmed. So much has happened in a day and I'm not even able to comprehend it. The pain in my head and constant slips in and out of reality had been able to distract me from the main cause of everything—Renata cheated on me.

My fists ball on their own once I remember this and I feel the sudden surge of anger all over again. Only this time, I'm angry at myself.

So mad that I was such a fool. She'd been taking me for a ride the whole time and I didn't even know. Why was I so blind to everything she did? The signs were there as crystal clear as daylight. She barely did any work in the company but then somehow she needed a PA who was around her 24/7.

I won't be surprised if Clade was also a part of the whole thing. The amount of hate he has for me is enough to make someone drop dead. And the only crime I committed was marrying his sister who couldn't even stay faithful for six months.

I sigh trying to blink away the tears stinging my eyes again. It isn't worth it. She isn't worth it and will never be.

We stop over at a hospital to get my wounds treated. The sight of it reminds me of Ari and my worry immediately returns. Once back in the car, I search around for my phone to call Tiffany but I can't find it.

It's only then that I realize I left all my things back at Renata's place after I was arrested. I cuss, feeling my anger returning.

"We've arrived Mr. Wyatt," Mrs. So Min says and it's only then I look up to see a white triplex in the distance.

I alight the car and follow her lead as we head towards the triplex. As we get closer, I notice the swimming pool in the middle of the compound, right before the building.

The blue water is perfectly still, mirroring the triplex. It makes me wonder for a moment if it's really water or glass. All the lights in the building seem to be turned on, giving the place a more magical look, even in the darkness, as we head towards it.

We pass the thick cushions set like beach chairs around the swimming pool before reaching the building. It's only when I get to the entrance that I realize that the marbled floor surrounding the house is connected to the edges of the pool.

We pass through double doors before finally stopping in a small room. A few people dressed in black are gathered around there. Some seated on cushions, some leaning by the cushions.

Mrs. So Min gestures for me to sit and I do so. I try to avoid the many eyes fixed on me, my eyes roaming through the room instead. It is scantily furnished—which explain the lack of cushion—only a glass table present in the room apart from the cushions.

The golden lights in the room bounce off the tiles, giving the place a warm appearance. The cream cushions complement the almost white walls with a few paintings hanging around.

The chandelier seems to be the highlight of the room. It's golden frame harbouring artificial candles with crystals springing forth from all sides of the chandelier which give the illusion of rain drops.

I'm still stuck admiring the golden rim framing the ceiling when a girl enters the room. She's the only one dressed in white and has a white veil around her dark hair.

She seems to be roughly twenty or at least in her early twenties. Perhaps the same age with Renata.

I pause at the thought of Renata and admonish myself from thinking about her. I look away from the girl at once and keep my eyes fixed on the painting of the last supper on the wall opposite me.

Soon Mrs. So Min begins to read out the will of Mr. Andrews. I partly pay attention while still admiring the room. I can't get my eyes off the thick curtains drapping the walls for a moment and when I eventually do, they land on the face of the girl who arrived earlier.

She seems disinterested in what is going on and stares blankly at the lawyer. Her face is white, a bit too white. Her lips are small and wine red. It's hard to tell if that's the natural color or if it's just coated in a layer of lipstick.

I stare at her for a while longer but her scarf and the fact that her head is tilted to the side prevent me from getting a good view. As if feeling my eyes on her, she turns and our eyes meet.

My eyes flit away on their own and I don't bother looking back to see her expression. When Mrs. So Min is done with the will, with me inheriting a mind blowing amount of money—roughly ten billion dollars—I ask the question which has been plaguing my mind.

"Why would Andrew will such an amount of money to me? It doesn't make sense. He doesn't even know me. We've never met and—"

"He's your father," an old woman who I hadn't noticed earlier says.

Her face has a few wrinkles, not much but it isn't hard to tell that time is no longer on her side. Her hair is almost entirely gray with a few brown strands streaking it.

I choose not to believe her words even though I know deep down that they're probably right. My father left us when I was very young. I had seen pictures of him, not plenty but at least I could tell what he looked like.

"Show me a picture."

The old woman seems to have been anticipating this and quickly motions for a servant to go get a picture. He returns with a portrait of a man who is a spitting image of me.

He has the same noticeable honey brown eyes, brown hair and a defined jaw. The only thing I didn't inherit from him is his flat nose. It also seems like I inherited a share of my good looks from him too.

"One more thing," Mrs. Son Min says as I still stare at the picture, "there's a clause attached to the will. You'll only be able to inherit all this if you get married to her."

I look up from the picture temporarily and follow the direction she's pointing it. It's no other person than the young girl who entered earlier dressed in white.