The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Forty

Adrian Winters

Crossing Thornbrook's main lawn towards the student parking lot I spotted the Ferrari F430 I had come to school in.

It was a colder day so I had come to school in all black as expected just with a cardigan instead of a blazer, because I'd forgotten to do my laundry, and I refused to hire someone to do the things that I could when I already hired security, and property maintenance staff.

Nearing the lot I unlocked the convertible, and I walked down the steps before pulling open the door to my car. This was it's maiden voyage after I'd purchased it and unfortunately left it in Brooklyn since the garage had been the first part of the house completed. My home in Brooklyn Heights was slowly getting closer to being finished getting renovated so I had started to take out cars from there and this was one. It would be finished after Christmas but there was no point in having multiple cars there but never actually use them.

"Adrian new car?" Hunter asks coming down the steps with a random girl who was from another popular group at our school hanging off of his arm and I let out a long unimpressed sigh.

"Always Ambrose, like you can't be seen with the same girl  for longer then a week, I can't drive the same car two days in a row," I smirk before sliding into the Ferrari and starting the engine which thrummed to life.

Backing up I put the car back into first and drove off back towards One57, while choosing to go around the group of kids standing in one of the exit areas of the school's dorm area before turning north towards Central Park, where I could see my distant home.

It was one of the better things about Thornbrook other than its proximity to my home, it also didn't seem like much from the side facing the East River, half the time people didn't even know they were looking at it to begin with.

Rolling to a stop I peered up at the distant penthouse towers built along the road or in the surroundings. Towers where many units would be bought to hold as investments rather than to live in. It seemed wasteful to me, my home was here in this city where I could look over it all and grateful for the distance it provided me.

My penthouse was high enough, above everyone and everything else that it would be very easy for me to just slip away from everyone that I knew and all of the other people that could possibly wish to be near me at any interval of time. Either way it was the last thing I wanted, I wanted to be alone because that's what I was and how I felt.

The dichotomy of wealth and power.

The media named devil of New York City, and the heir to one of the largest Multi-National Enterprises on the planet felt alone. I was forced to go through everything alone, and the only thing that had grounded me my whole life was pain because it was familiar to me.

No money in the world could make someone happy, we were all told it as children, and I felt like I understood it more. I had everything that one could want on the surface. I had more money than I could every spend, I had three good friends, I drove the nicest cars that the world had to offer, and I owned vacation homes, along with a yacht.

But none of that made me happy.

Money never made me happy.

I could think of my happiest moments and it was when I was with my friends sitting around joking, and talking in our dorm in Rosenburg. But that was two years ago, and since then my life has only gone downhill. My parents died in front of me and I was barely fourteen years old, Kate was thirteen. Now they were underground, Winters Group Tower was a slowly developing project, and I had fallen into depression. That was the only way to explain the fake smile on my face and all the bitter feelings of sadness and emptiness inside. I felt resentment towards my father, but I also missed him. I missed him and mom so very much that it consistently tore at me every few nights when I would wake up to a nightmare and not be able to sleep for the rest of the night in fear of seeing their lifeless bodies in my dreams.