The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One

This is a discretionary warning toxic behaviour, relationships, dark romance, violence, and mental health issues are all apart of this story so if that makes you uncomfortable then this is not the book for you, if that won't bother you, do enjoy.

-Aidin-

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Years away from home can tear someone apart in ways that one couldn't imagine especially one who was sent away from home at eight only to spend six years on their own.

I know this because I was the product of that. No one expects it to be like that though, the children of the rich aren't supposed to have problems but I sure as fuck do.

As of right now I sat in the back of the family Mercedes Benz S63 Sedan being driven towards my parents penthouse, in Upper East Side Manhattan.

My life seemed good to most and it certainly would unless of course you were me.

Staring out of the window of the car at the rain soaked streets of New York City I felt the flush of memories that this place held.

Along with the one which included my parents on my eighth birthday their present was to put me on their damn jet and send me to Switzerland to the Institut Auf Dam Rosenberg, and separate me from my sister Kate for nearly half her life she was thirteen and would be fourteen in June.

When the car pulled up to the penthouse tower that was along side of Central Park I waited in the back of the car as the driver and my parents chauffeur Andrews let me out of the back of the car.

Andrews had been the family chauffeur since my grandfather was a child, the eighty two year old had also had a good life under the Winters Family.

"Master Adrian" Andrews says opening the back of the Mercedes and I stepped out into the rainy weather that plagued Manhattan, and everyone knows this city could use some sunshine every once in a while.

I then sighed and walked to the doors of the building my family lived in. As the doors close I look around an elaborately expensive marble lobby that was one that you would find in a five star hotel, though I suppose the housing of penthouses and luxury apartments of some of New York's wealthiest would due to justify such an exorbitant display.

Andrews followed after me with my bags something which bothered me tremensely, though because it was what my father paid him for I couldn't help even though everything in me wanted too.

You could also say I don't have the best relationship with my father it was different when I was younger we were closer, we bonded more, but after being gone six years and only ever seeing my mom, it became apparent who was more likely to be there for me, when even my own father didn't give enough shits to come and see his own son every once in a while. He was either working, or ensuring that I was pushed to my absolute fucking limit to be the best of the absolute best at whatever I was doing.

Getting to the elevator I stepped inside, and hit the button for the top floor.

As the car rose up the twenty levels to the top floor.

Stepping off the elevator I entered the floor that was all part of the penthouse me and my family lived in though I suppose when your parents built a one point six trillion dollar empire you get the free ability to do so.

Money was what divided my family and the bullshit that billionaire's compete for everything, whose kids go to the best schools and are the best looking, whose wife has the most expensive handbag, and the list goes on. My father not only needed to be CEO of the largest MNC in the world he had to send his only son across the world to attend a school that I lived in from the age of eight until now, when I was returning home to New York to go to Thornbrook Academy the most elite school in the state, and if I know my father the most elite in the country.