The sun rays shining brightly on his eyes woke him up. He couldn't believe he was still alive. He opened his eyes and turned around, trying to assess how badly he was hurt.
A deep frown crawled on his face when he noticed his surroundings. He was on a very big bed in a hotel room and there was no pain in his body. In fear, he ran off the bed and rushed to the mirror, gasping as he saw that there was no bruise on his skin.
He slowly walked to the window and peered out. The ground was very far from him and he realized he was on the last floor.
Carl was still trying to figure out what was going on when the door opened and some people walked in.
"Good morning young master." The maids greeted him.
Young master? Carl was about to tell them that they were in the wrong room when a man walked in.
"Good morning, Mr Stewart. Your breakfast is here." The man said and opened the tray "Just as you like it."
He turned to the maids and clapped his hands once.
"Pick out the Young Master's clothes now. "
Carl stared in awe because he has no idea what to say or how to make sense of what was going on.
"Your schedule for today is also here. You have a meeting with a couple of shareholders at 9am, then you have to meet-"
"Wait, wait! Who are you? And who am I?"
The man looked at the people beside him.
"I am Rogers and you are the heir of the Mr Perkins Stewart World's Richest Man. You are Mr Peter Stewart."
Carl couldn't wrap his head around what was going on. What in the world was Rogers talking about.
"You must be mistaken, sir. I'm not the one you're looking for. My name is Carl Marks and I don't know anyone named Stewart."
Rogers smiled and asked the maids to leave the room. When they were alone, he came closer to him.
"It's okay to be confused, sir. With the way we found you last night, I'm not surprised. Your father was very worried but I have assured him I have everything under control."
That's when the events of last night started flashing through his mind. The heavy rain pouring down, the blows he received from all sides.
"How did you find me, Rogers? I mean, where was I?"
"You were passed out on the side of the road, barely breathing. We only knew it was you when we saw the mark on your back. You have Mr Stewart's initials on your back. I was really worried, sir."
Carl finally made sense of the marks he had grown up with on his back. He always wondered what they meant.
Rogers left to answer a phone call and Carl began eating because his stomach was already rumbling loudly.
"Pardon me sir. It seems there's a situation in the kitchen taht needs my attention. I will be right back." He bowed and left the room.
Carl was still looking at the door for some minutes after. Then he went to the computer and entered the web. He googled Perkins Stewart and was marveled by what he saw.
This man really was the richest in the world with his companies in almost every country. Carl couldn't believe only one person could have such an amount of money. Then, he googled Peter Stewart and saw that he was the only child of Mr Stewart, making him the sole heir or everything he owned.
Carl couldn't believe his ears. When he checked his net worth, he burst out laughing and that's when the reality hit him.
He really was rich. Maybe this was payment for all the things he had gone through at the hands of Bethany. His life had been a mess and now, he had been blessed beyond measure.
How had it happened?
He didn't know.
Did he want to know?
Maybe not.
There was no way to explain what happened and to be honest, he didn't care. All that mattered now was that he was rich.
He finished up his breakfast and entered the shower, taking his bath happily and thinking about what he couldn't with so much money. He got dressed in the clothes that had been picked out for him, admiring how good he looked in the well tailored suit.
He found a phone on a nightstand that was ringing and he picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Son, I'm so happy to hear your voice. When Rogers called me last night with the news, I couldn't contain my joy. But I'm out of the country presently and I won't be back for a while."
Carl was quiet for a while, trying to make sense of what was going on.
"Dad?" He said wearily.
"Yes son. I'm sorry I wasn't there last night, I had an urgent meeting in China and I had to leave immediately. I know it's a lot to process right now but Roger will tell you everything you have to know."
It wasn't just a lot, it was too much!
He ended the call with his father, promising to meet up for lunch as planned. His bodyguards were waiting for him outside and they went downstairs.
His schedule was in his hand and he saw that he was going to be very busy today. As he walked out of the elevator, all the staff greeted him and Carl felt really good to be of importance.
Rogers appeared at his side again.
"Sir, is there anything you'd like for me to do for you before you leave?"
Carl thought long and hard.
" No Rogers, not yet. Is there anything else I need to know?"
"Well, you need to make a public appearance, sir. The public want to see you, everyone is asking questions."
Carl thought about it. If the public hadn't seen him, then that meant Bethany didn't know who he really was. He wasn't ready to make an appearance yet. He needed to plan his revenge and exact it well.
He was going to make her pay for everything she did to him.
"No, I'm not ready yet. I'll let you know when I am."
As he sat down in his car, he wondered what life was going to be like now.