The soft hum of the engine echoed through the underground parking lot as Ochieng stepped out of his custom-made Maybach Exelero, its black exterior polished to a mirror finish. The number plate—O-LEGACY 001—was a statement. It wasn't just a car. It was a symbol of dominance.
Tonight, he wasn't attending a business meeting or a gala. He was walking into the archives of the past—a hidden vault beneath one of the most exclusive hotels in the world.
Inside, an elderly man in a traditional Tang suit awaited him. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, studied Ochieng carefully.
"You wish to know the truth about your parents," the old man said. "Are you ready for what you might find?"
Ochieng's voice was steady. "I don't fear the past."
The man unlocked a steel case and placed a stack of sealed documents before him. The seal bore an ancient emblem—one Ochieng recognized immediately.
It was the same emblem engraved inside the diamond ring his father once wore.
As he flipped through the pages, his world started shifting.
His father and mother weren't ordinary people. They had been at the center of a power struggle that stretched beyond borders, involving mafias, billionaires, and secret societies.
And worst of all…
Their deaths weren't an accident.
A name appeared over and over in the documents. A family that still existed today.
Ochieng clenched his jaw. The truth was no longer buried.
It was time to face the ones who took everything from him.