The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Eight

The car pulled up to the curb and Elijah got out to open my door. This was a private event after all. Bodyguards and shiny black Mercedes were all parked around the cemetery where the funeral for my parents would be held. Providing a curtain to allow three families to grieve. The Winters, St. Laurent's, and Harrington's.

Two oak caskets were left closed with pictures of each of my parents surrounded by wreathes of flowers.

I moved to sit at the front dressed in a black button up shirt and pants. I had rented a suit specifically for this day as I didn't want the clothing, I wore on such a solemn day being mine to sit in my closet and remind me of my parents.

"How you doing mate?" Nico asks giving me a comforting look as I buttoned a long black military jacket around myself.

"I'm at my parents funeral, so I don't know how I feel Nico," I sigh getting to the front and sitting down beside Kate who was in a black dress, the boys all sat at the front starting with me on the right then Kate, Nico, Mia, Hunter, and Riley.

The service was also expectedly sad, my parents had left a massive company, and two kids who were just entering High School, in the aftermath of their deaths. Apparently, executives had wished to take Winters Group International public but because of the wills that stated in any death or unfortunate event that should cause lack of mental stability of both founders all functions of WGI is handed to me, and I want WGI to remain a private company.

Yes, a fucking fourteen-year-old made a major decision for a multi trillion-dollar company.

I didn't particularly feel anything, and it wasn't that I didn't care or missed them, I was in so much emotional pain that I couldn't express how I felt, the feeling wasn't even one I was unfamiliar with I had this same feeling for four years until I was about twelve then it got better with an absolute shit ton of help from Nico, Mia, and one of my friends who will have likely gone back to Los Angeles. Arianna Verille.

She was my longest running friends and we shared many things one being that we both were the kind of people to not give up until we got what we wanted.

At the end of the service, I walked over to the casket of both my mom and dad and picked up two crimson roses and kissed both before placing them on the top of the shiny wooden boxes that my parents lay inside before walking back to sit, while Kate stood to do the same.

We had all agreed to place a rose each on the caskets before they were lowered into the ground as a final gift to both of them.

I also knew this was never going to just disappear for me, I would grieve for a long time, or at the least not forget. The numb feeling I felt could leave whenever it wanted to though that would definitely be appreciated.

A few minutes later the two caskets were lowered into the ground, and the ropes were removed before dirt was laid over where they both lay, along with a piece of sod with the marble headstones to show where both were buried but none the less, they were side by side.

It was fair to me they both went through life together every step of the way and died as such.

They were a rare case though, hell the kind of relationship my parents had only happens in movies.

I was the last to leave the grounds, I wanted to just be alone with my parents even if it seemed odd for a young boy to stand by his parents graves in the rain.

I also didn't need to go anywhere most people would be going to a reception for the post-funeral luncheon. I had no intention of attending, I wanted to hide in my penthouse over looking Central Park and be left the fuck alone.

The top floor unit of One57 was put on sale and I willingly shelled out eighty million dollars for it, it had also been under renovation for the past two weeks and had finally been finished two days ago for me to occupy.