Success within Billions: An Heiress' Legacy

Prologue : Good Move.

I've never ran away before. When everything's handed to you, there's not really a need to do so. Money was an easy thing to grasp, with undeveloped markets and hundreds of  entrepreneurs ready for the picking. I had made my own investments on those little money grubbers by the time I was 16, and by 18, I had already made a name to myself in the world of the rich. Not to brag, but I had my life set from the moment I thought of being better than my siblings. The way I gained such a fortune to my lonesome was one of shady business, that I can confess to. Pump and dumps in the crypto markets, bribing certain media outlets to hype mentioned pump and dumps, then disappearing for a few months before coming back. Yeah. Having no shame is what causes the same naive clientele to always return.

Like I said, I'm not used to running away. I usually head my problems face on, speaking to the public type of way. But when there's a bounty worth millions of dollars behind your back(not due to my scams), and a potential serial killer trailing you, a change of scenery is sometimes a good thing. 

I continue walking, my legs tired from hours of the continuous motion. The sun was beginning to rise, and I was close to my destination. A few kids bump past me, muttering quick apologies and rushing forth. All of them wore the same distinct uniform, with bright red and other quite bizarre colors. They were going to school. I remember when I was like that too. Eating cookie paste and laughing like a boy to the most immature things. I tear my eyes away from them, I needed to focus. Ever since the first to second week of July, deaths consisting solely of people within the upper class began to pop up. It started small, those with no name but had a little money hidden in their sleeve. Now, on July 26th, my direct relatives and family estimated to be worth millions of dollars combined, dead. All died in the order of age, and I know I'm next.

I'm not scared of dying. I haven't had an actual relationship with anybody, nor do I plan to. Even if I get killed now, my only regret is a potentially ugly paparazzi photo of my face or body plastered on the newspaper.

 Well actually, I take that back. I do have one other regret. If I do die, everything me and my family collected over the years will simply return back to the government. That's something I will never accept, over my dead body, ironically enough. The pressure and work of generations, all returning back to crappy, balding, and disgusting men. 

When my remaining relative of direct blood had passed like everyone else, that is when —in my 24 years of life —have I decided to make my impromptu plan. While I like everything organized and a little pretty, I'm on the run, with a whopper shoved down my stomach and puffy eyes from frustrated tears fueling me.

This plan is quite faulty, and will definitely involve some sacrifices I'd rather not give up, but I have nothing else to lose. I need to build what's left of the pieces, and form a temporary shelter of what's left of my family, and give them enough advice and time to buy a few years to build their own name and continue the Elyxiens. A few weeks prior to my older sister, Aurora's death, she confessed she had a daughter out of wedlock, and while I could honestly care less for affairs, this little offspring of hers is what's left that's even closely related to me. I only remembered about that fetus again when it was revealed that my entire family got murdered. Everyone offered me condolences when the news outlets revealed their deaths, and that if I needed a marriage to guarantee survival, they'd happily offer their kids. And that's when I had made up my mind.

I'd rather have my millions with my estranged niece than to my future husband who's probably forced to be there, or a pig for a politician. 

I stop walking, after what seemed like hours. I was at my destination. Trees upon trees upon bushes and all sorts of random succulents decorated the Hyimmel's porch and garden, with long, stemming flowers tickling my feet. The wood was slightly rotting, but the house was honestly in good condition. Seems about right. From magpies observing my every move to the slight bristle of the trees that covered the horizon, I was a little impressed that this kid lived in a house like this. A dream for those cottage core chicks. But it made sense. Aurora did love her daughter. A little too much, if I say so myself. Hiding her away from the Elyxiens, her own family, and giving her up to her paramour's grandparents so she'd stay out of the way of potential assassinations for inheritance. 

It isn't my business to meddle too hard in her thought process, that girl always wanted to love her neighbor, and that she did. I knock on the glass door a little roughly, my appearance slightly disheveled. I looked like a homeless woman, but the elderly woman who shortly appeared instantly recognized me. I didn't however, and I blink slowly.

"You!..You're!.." Her voice kept cutting off due to shock, and I poke the glass door, my breath slightly fogging up the glass. 

"Morning, Mrs. Hyimmel. My name is Odi-" 

"I know who you are. Odile Elyxien. You're that woman's sister."

Oh?