Stolen Billionaire Heir, I Unleashed Chaos

My Uncle Randall had no children of his own, and his will had long stipulated that I would inherit his millions.

But after Uncle Randalls funeral, when I returned to his villa, a stranger burst in, claiming to be Uncle Randalls rightful heir, demanding I leave.

All of Mr. Randall Bennetts property is mine. Please leave immediately!

I didnt believe him for a second, thinking he was delusional, but then he produced a will.

I stared at two identical documents and immediately called my lawyer, Mr. Davison.

After a thorough comparison, Mr. Davison looked at me, shaking his head with regret. Mr. Ryan, your will is no longer valid.

My mind exploded. Before I could fully process it, Liam Stone had already settled onto the sofa, expertly locating the cigar Uncle Randall kept hidden beneath the cushions. With practiced ease, he lit it.

I fixed my gaze on the mans unfamiliar yet eerily familiar profile, wreathed in smoke, and asked, my voice laced with disbelief,

Who exactly are you?

Ever since my Uncle Randall was diagnosed with lung cancer, doctors strictly forbade him from smoking, and all the cigars in the house had been confiscated.

This hiding spot was known only to Uncle Randall and me.

How could this guy know about it?

The man opposite me showed no emotion, simply pointing to the name on the will.

Cant you read? My name is Liam Stone, and I am the legal heir to Mr. Randall Bennetts estate. Now, may I ask you to leave?

Impossible!

My voice cracked. This will of yours must be a forgery. I demand the lawyer authenticate it!

Mr. Davison checked again, his expression solemn, and nodded. This will is authentic and valid. Mr. Liam Stone is indeed the legal heir.

My face froze, and I shook my head in disbelief.

How can this be real? Im Uncle Randalls closest relative. How could he give his inheritance to a stranger like you?

Liam Stone looked at me, a playful smile on his face. Well, youll have to ask your Uncle Randall why he gave his millions to me, a stranger, instead of to you, his nephew whom he raised like his own son.

I stiffened abruptly, clutching the will tightly.

Cold sweat dripped onto it, blurring the name Ryan Bennett, the original heir.

My Uncle Randall had never married, treating me, his nephew who lost both parents in childhood, as his own.

I grew up by Uncle Randalls side. He sent me to the most exclusive schools, provided me with the most privileged life.

Before I even graduated from college, he brought me into the company to learn the business, teaching me everything he knew about managing it.

He defied my Great-Uncle Roberts vehement objections, leaving all his property to me, his nephew, not a penny to his own brothers son.

Because of this, Uncle Randall and Great-Uncle Robert had fallen out.

My Uncle Randall loved me so deeply; there was no way he would give his inheritance to someone Id never met.

Something was definitely wrong here.

I slowly calmed down and looked at the lawyer. I request the video of the will signing.

For a will to be notarized, at least two notaries, a lawyer, a financial advisor, and a doctor are required to be present.

This ensures the testator was of sound mind, acted voluntarily, and that the wills contents truly reflected their wishes.

My Uncle Randall must have been coerced.

I stared at Liam Stone, trying to find a trace of panic on his face.

But he remained composed and produced the wills video.

I watched the video without blinking, from beginning to end. My Uncle Randall was clearly lucid.

He even pressed so hard when writing his name that he tore the paper.

My head spun.

How could this be?

There had to be a trick, definitely a trick!

I suddenly grabbed Mr. Davisons collar, glaring at him fiercely.

You tampered with the video, didnt you? Your name is Davison, and his is Stone? Are you two in cahoots, conspiring to steal my Uncle Randalls inheritance?

Mr. Davisons expression changed, but he still spoke politely. Mr. Ryan, I understand your feelings, but this was Mr. Randall Bennetts own decision. If you have any doubts, I suggest you report it to the police or pursue legal action. Physical force wont solve anything.

I released him and immediately called the police.

When the officers arrived, they examined the video, confirming it was the original, with no cuts or AI manipulation.

Furthermore, their investigation showed that Mr. Davison and Liam Stone had no family connection.

They had never even met before today.

I was utterly bewildered.

What had gone wrong?

My Uncle Randall had made a will just a month before his death, so how could he suddenly change his mind?

The officer looked at my unwilling face, saying in a half-educating, half-mocking tone,

Young man, look for reasons within yourself. You must have been unfilial. Even if it were your own father, if he wasnt satisfied with you, its his right to give his inheritance to whomever he chooses.

A rift suddenly tore open in my mind.

Father?

I turned sharply to Liam Stone, a terrifying idea blooming wildly in my head.

I was forcibly evicted from the villa I had lived in for over two decades.

Before I left, when no one was looking, I snatched the leftover cigar Liam Stone had been smoking.

Outside, I immediately rushed to the hospital, taking Uncle Randalls stored blood sample to a DNA testing center.

The wait for the results was excruciating.

Uncle Randall had always led a clean life. Despite his vast wealth, he never indulged in lavish excesses.

Apart from necessary business engagements, his life was more ascetic than a monks.

I racked my brain, but I couldnt fathom him having a secret child.

But if not, how else could I explain him changing his will to favor Liam Stone?

After a long wait, the results finally came.

The moment I saw them, my entire body froze.

The words Exclusion of biological parent-child relationship pierced my heart like sharp daggers.

My Uncle Randall had truly given his lifes hard-earned millions to a complete stranger with no blood ties?

I couldnt understand it. I truly couldnt.

Did Liam Stone have something on him?

But the police investigation had said Liam Stone was just an ordinary employee at a mediocre company. What leverage could he possibly have over my Uncle Randall?

Unless, they had that kind of relationship?

Considering my uncles disinterest in women, it didnt seem entirely impossible.

I almost collapsed from the thought.

My mind was a chaotic mess.

Was I just going to watch the millions, which were almost within my grasp, pass to someone else?

Allow my Uncle Randalls lifes work to be unjustly taken by another?

After a long stunned silence, I picked up the phone and called a private investigator I knew.

I need you to investigate a man named Liam Stone. Go back three generations, from birth to now. Everyone hes met, his bank statements, every single detail. As comprehensive as possible, and as fast as possible.

I hung up and checked into a five-star hotel. As I swiped my card, the card frozen notification echoed jarringly in the empty lobby.

It hit me then. My cards were all supplementary cards linked to Uncle Randalls account. Now that the property was Liam Stones, he would surely have stopped my cards immediately.

I had no choice but to return to the small, old apartment my grandmother had left for my mother.

My wallet held only a few remaining bills. Not only could they not cover next semesters tuition, but they couldnt even guarantee my immediate sustenance.

I sat in the meticulously clean apartment, a wave of sadness washing over me.

Uncle Randall and my mother were twins. When I was two, a car accident tragically took both my parents lives.

They had been very close siblings. Uncle Randall could never bring himself to sell this apartment and often came to clean it himself. He said it held my mothers presence.

He even remained unmarried to care for me, raising me like both a father and a mother.

He was so good to me, so why would he give his inheritance to someone else?

I couldnt let it go. I watched the will video again and again, feeling as if something was missing.

My hand paused, and my pupils suddenly constricted.

I knew! My Great-Uncle George, the witness, was missing from the video!

Great-Uncle George was the most respected elder on my mothers side. At the time, Uncle Randall had explicitly stated that only Great-Uncle Georges presence and witness would make it valid.

I quickly found the video of Uncle Randalls first will, the one that left everything to me. Great-Uncle George was clearly in it.

I jumped up, thrilled, eager to expose Liam Stones true identity.

I quickly returned to the villa. After forcing the gate open, I started to stride in, but Jenkins, the butler, blocked my way.

Young Master Ryan, this is no longer your home. If you cause any more trouble, Ill call the police.

Seeing Jenkins, who usually greeted me warmly, now so cold, my heart sank. I explained, I need to see Liam Stone about something. Let me in.

Our master has already gone to bed. If its important, come back tomorrow.

I checked the time. It was only a little past eight in the evening. Young peoples nightlife hadnt even started, and he was already asleep?

He had the same senior citizens routine as my Uncle Randall.

I waited by the gate all night. The next morning, around seven, Liam Stone drove out of the villa in Uncle Randalls Maybach. I stopped him.

Liam Stone, I can prove youre not the rightful heir. You need to come with me to see my Great-Uncle George right now!

Liam Stone looked at me with a half-smile and surprisingly agreed.

Alright, Id like to see what proof you have that Im not the rightful heir.

When we arrived at Great-Uncle Georges house, I anxiously asked, Great-Uncle, do you know my Uncle Randall gave his inheritance to this man? Your presence isnt in the video of him making this will. Tell me, its forged, isnt it? He forced my Uncle Randall to do this, right?

Great-Uncle George looked at me, surprised.

Of course, I know. Your Uncle Randall told me. I was supposed to be there to witness, but I had a car accident on the way. My leg is broken. But I recorded a video testimony before my surgery. Didnt they show you?

Only then did I notice the bandage wrapped around Great-Uncle Georges leg.

Great-Uncle George found the video and showed it to me. It was brief but clearly stated the authenticity of the revised will.

I was completely dumbfounded.

My gaze darted back and forth between Great-Uncle George and Liam Stone.

Could Great-Uncle George have been bribed by Liam Stone?

I blurted out almost without thinking, Great-Uncle, did he pay you off? How much did he give you? How can you do this to my Uncle Randall? How can you face my deceased parents?

Great-Uncle Georges face darkened, and his tone lost its gentle warmth.

Ryan, what nonsense are you spouting? Liam and I met for the first time today! Im an old man, what would I do with all that money? This was all your Uncle Randalls own wish!

No! My Uncle Randall wouldnt abandon me!

I turned and grabbed Liam Stones collar, glaring at him fiercely.

Who exactly are you? Why would my Uncle Randall willingly give you his inheritance? Tell me, what did you use to threaten a dead man, forcing him to leave his estate to you?

Liam Stones usually calm face finally showed a crack.

Enough! He forcefully pried my hands away. If it werent for the fact that youre Randall Bennetts nephew, I would have called the police on you for harassment and stalking. If you dont stop, I wont be so polite!

Great-Uncle George also tried to reason with me. Ryan, Great-Uncle knows its hard for you to accept this. Your Uncle Randall must have had his reasons. Youre still young, your future achievements might not be any less than your Uncle Randalls. Why carry on like this?

Why carry on like this? I looked at him incredulously. Its not a hundred thousand or a million, its millions! Its my Uncle Randalls lifes work! Didnt you ever wonder why he suddenly changed his mind right before he died? What leverage does Liam Stone have over all of you?

Great-Uncle Georges face completely hardened. Wonder what? Ryan, your Uncle Randall has passed away. I hope you respect the deceaseds wishes!

Liam Stone scoffed. All youre trying to say is that your uncle and I had some unspeakable relationship, arent you? Ryan Bennett, he was your own uncle. How can you slander him like that?

My face flushed instantly, a feeling of being exposed and humiliated washing over me.

The surrounding servants and the family doctor looked at me with thinly veiled contempt.

All talk, but hes just bitter he got cut out. Hes so desperate for money hes slandering his own uncle as a pervert, how shameless!

Id say his Uncle Randall must have seen what a ingrate he was, thats why he didnt give him the property. Doesnt he have any self-awareness?

Mr. Bennett raised him for twenty years, like his own father, and now that hes dead, hes slandering him. What a disappointment to Mr. Bennett.

Pah! Greedy, disloyal, despicable brat, get out, dont contaminate our home!

A servant with a broom began to sweep aggressively at my feet, pushing me towards the door.

An overwhelming wave of injustice and humiliation surged through me. My eyes red, I scanned the room and choked out,

Im not doing this for the inheritance! I just want to understand why my Uncle Randall did this! Was he in some kind of trouble? Was it my fault? Were these twenty years of father-son affection all a lie?

Even if the final truth is that it was my uncles own wish, I will accept it wholeheartedly. I just dont want to live in such confusion, feeling helpless!

Tears streamed down my face. Great-Uncle George limped over to me, sighing helplessly.

Ryan, dont overthink it. If your Uncle Randall didnt love you, why would he have set up a large trust fund for you?

I froze, remembering Uncle Randalls words to me on his deathbed.

Ryan, Uncle set up a huge trust fund for you. Dont touch it unless absolutely necessary. The password, only the heir knows

At the time, I was too distraught to truly grasp the meaning of his words.

I had only thought Uncle Randall was leaving me a safety net in case my company operations failed.

Now, thinking back, Uncle Randall had made preparations.

My gaze sharpened, piercing Liam Stone, and my voice held a desperate resolve.

Liam Stone, one last time, come with me to the bank. Prove to me that you are truly the heir!

He gazed at me with a complex expression for a long moment, then let out a soft huff. Alright, Ill go with you. But, if its confirmed that I am the legal heir, then you, Ryan Bennett, from this day forward, are forbidden from appearing before me again!

I nodded without hesitation. Agreed!

We arrived at the bank and met with the trust department manager.

The manager carefully took out a safe deposit box, explaining, This box contains the trust fund documents Mr. Randall Bennett purchased for Mr. Ryan Bennett, as well as a trust fund card. The withdrawal PIN and the safe deposit box password are known only to the heir.

He politely gestured to Liam Stone. Please, Mr. Stone.

Liam Stone walked to the safe deposit box, turned his head to glance left, then right, ensuring no one was behind him.

He extended his left hand, curled his pinky finger, and pressed his index finger on the number pad.

The lock emitted a series of beeps, and everyones heart tightened with the increasingly rapid sounds.

My palms were soaked with sweat, and my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest.

I silently chanted, Incorrect password, incorrect password.

I couldnt be wrong. Uncle Randall must have had an untold difficulty. This Liam Stone must be a fake heir. Uncle Randall loved me.

Soon, the truth would be revealed. The impostor would be caught.

Uncle Randall, your lifes work, I can help you protect it

As the last digit was pressed, the air seemed to solidify.

Everyone held their breath, afraid to miss the most crucial part.

Beep.

The safe deposit box door clicked open.

My entire bodys blood instantly congealed, and my ears buzzed.

Around me, flattering whispers like, Mr. Stone is indeed the heir, and Mr. Stone, please remember us, drifted intermittently into my ears.

And I, like a joke, was being pointed at and mocked.

Gone mad with greed, the law has already certified Mr. Stone as the legal heir, but he refuses to believe it. Now hes been thoroughly humiliated, hasnt he?

He must have done something wicked. His parents were taken by fate, his own uncle disowned him, its karma!

He just doesnt have the fortune. Why is he fighting? Accept your fate!

I stood rooted to the spot, trembling uncontrollably.

Why was this happening?

How could this be?

Great-Uncle George testifying for a man hed never met, Uncle Randall signing with such determination, entrusting the most secret password to him.

All the evidence pointed to Liam Stone being the legal heir.

Who was Liam Stone?

No!

Something was definitely missing.

My mind was a chaotic jumble.

Just then, the private investigator sent Liam Stones background report.

I clicked it open, then abruptly looked up, my gaze fixed on Liam Stone.

Liam Stone, I know who you are!