Chapter 5
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His life had taken a dramatic turn, one that he couldn't have predicted even in his wildest dreams. From being humiliated and beaten in front of the entire school to now being escorted by a group of well-dressed men in a luxury car to an unknown location, everything seemed surreal.
Kyle leaned back against the seat, wincing as the bruises on his side reminded him of the beating and pain he had just endured. Whatever was coming next, he only wishes it would be better than the hell he had just been through, but as it seems, he doubts that.
The black car sped through the streets, its tinted windows shielding Kyle from the world outside. He sat stiffly in the back seat, eyes shifting between the suited men who sat with him in silence. His mind raced with questions, but none of the men had answered him when he first asked where they were taking him. The tension in the air was thick.
Kyle clenched his fists as his frustration was bubbling up inside him. "Where are we going? Who are you people?"
The man in the passenger seat turned slightly but didn't meet his gaze. "You will find out soon enough."
Kyle grated his teeth. His patience was wearing thin, and the pain from earlier still pulsed in his ribs. These people didn't look like thugs, but their refusal to answer made him uneasy. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
"I am not going anywhere until I get some answers," Kyle growled, pushing his back against the seat and refusing to move.
One of the men scoffs. Isn't it ironical to say he was already in the car with them, and yet he was still telling them he was not going anywhere with them? But he knows better and kept his thoughts to himself.
The man sitting beside Kyle sighed, his jaw tightening. "We don't want any trouble, Mr. Cross. We have been instructed to bring you to the mansion safely."
"Safely?" Kyle scoffed. "And who is giving these instructions? You haven't even told me your names!"
The man hesitated. "It's... complicated. But you will understand soon enough."
Kyle's patience snapped. Without warning, he threw a punch at the man beside him, his fist colliding with the man's jaw. The man groaned but didn't retaliate, merely raising his hands in surrender. Kyle swung again, this time at the man across from him, but even as his blows landed, none of them fought back.
It was strange. These men, who clearly could overpower him if they wanted, were holding back. Kyle's frustration mounted as they dodged and blocked his punches without ever striking back. He was outnumbered and tired, but their refusal to retaliate felt like an insult, as if they didn't think he was worth the effort.
After a few more wild swings, Kyle was panting, his knuckles sore from the impacts. The men exchanged looks before one of them finally spoke. "Mr. Cross, please calm down. We are under strict orders not to harm you."
Kyle glared at them, his chest heaving. "Then tell me what is going on!"
But instead of answering, the man in the passenger seat turned around, holding up a hand to signal for silence. "We are almost there."
Kyle slumped back into his seat, his eyes narrowing as the car slowed down. Through the tinted windows, he could make out a long driveway lined with trees, their leaves rustling in the afternoon breeze. At the end of the drive loomed a massive mansion, its marble façade gleaming in the sunlight. The gates opened automatically as the car approached, revealing an estate that screamed wealth and power.
The car pulled to a stop in front of the house, and Kyle stared in disbelief. The sprawling mansion was like something out of a movie—grand staircases, manicured gardens, and fountains that sparkled in the sunlight. A dozen men in suits stood guard around the property, their eyes scanning the area with cold precision.
"You can get out now." One of the men instructed as he opened the car door for him while gesturing for Kyle to exit the vehicle.
Kyle hesitated but realized he didn't have much of a choice. He stepped out of the car, his legs shaky as he took in the grandeur of the place. The air here felt different—crisp and filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and flowers. The house itself was an architectural masterpiece, with towering pillars and intricate carvings on every surface.
As he followed the men inside, the luxury only intensified. The foyer alone was larger than his entire apartment. Chandeliers made of crystal hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the marble floors. Expensive art adorned the walls, and the furniture looked like it had been imported from the most exclusive designers in the world.
"Who lives here?" Kyle muttered under his breath, his eyes wide with disbelief.
But no one answered him as they led him through the grand hallways, past rooms filled with priceless antiques and artwork. Bodyguards were stationed at every corner, their faces expressionless as they watched Kyle walk by.
Eventually, they stopped in front of a set of double doors. One of the men knocked softly before opening them, revealing a spacious study. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes, and in the center of the room stood a large, ornate desk. Behind it sat an elderly man with sharp features, his gray hair slicked back neatly.
The moment the man saw Kyle, his eyes widened in shock. He rose to his feet quickly, his movements surprisingly agile for someone his age. "My God," he breathed, his voice filled with awe. "It's like I'm looking at a ghost."
Kyle blinked, confusion washing over him. "What are you talking about?"
The old man stepped closer, his eyes scanning Kyle's face as if trying to confirm something. "You... you look exactly like your father."
"My father?" Kyle's heart raced. "Who are you?"
The old man smiled sadly, his eyes glistening with emotion, and he was at the brim of tears. "I am your grandfather. Arthur Howard."
Kyle took a step back, his mind spinning. Grandfather? He had never known his father, let alone his father's family. His grandmother had always been tight-lipped about their past, refusing to talk about his father or anyone related to him. Now, out of nowhere, he was being told that the man standing before him was his grandfather.
"I don't understand," Kyle muttered, shaking his head. "How?"
Arthur sighed, his expression softening. "It's a long story, Kyle. There were huge misunderstandings; it was filled with untold secrets and choices I deeply regret. But when I found out about your existence and who you are, I knew I had to find you and position you where you rightly belong."
Kyle narrowed his eyes. "Found out who I was? You mean you weren't sure I was your grandson until now?"
Arthur nodded. "We have been watching you for a while, trying to confirm. But now that I see you in person, there's no doubt. You're the spitting image of your father at your age."
Kyle's head spun with questions. Why hadn't his grandmother told him any of this? Why was he just now finding out about this side of his family from a stranger? And why had Arthur brought him here after all these years?
"I know this is a lot to take in," Arthur said softly. "But you're my family and blood, Kyle. You belong here."
Kyle stared at the man in front of him, his mind swirling with disbelief and anger. His life had been upended in a matter of hours, and now he was being told that everything he thought he knew about his past was a lie.
"Why should I believe you?" Kyle asked, his voice tight with emotion. "I don't even know you."