CHAPTER 10

Leo Chuma (POV)

COUNTRY UPIA

It’s been bothering me a lot for a while now. Even when I was in class, it just kept on popping up and this was driving me crazy.

Recently, a few days ago, I came across a very strange person. Honestly, I shouldn’t have minded this, but when my gaze met with his, I knew immediately that there was something very wrong and it kept eating me up.

I have always prided myself on one thing excluding the money part. I was born devilishly handsome.

I must have taken the genes from my parents. My dad had always been a charmer. He was quite tall, roughly 1.78m tall, with a caramel brown skin tone, and amazing brown eyes that pulled people in.

While my mother was on the shorter side.1.7m, black eyes, and amazing long black hair which I find very amusing even until now.

For people in our continent, Afreeka, it’s quite difficult for most women to achieve such long hair.

It was as if they were from Euryopia, which is very astonishing.

My mother is a beauty and despite being in her late forties and turning fifty in a couple of months, she looks so young that one might mistake her for a woman in her thirties.

The same went for my father. Although he is two years younger than my mother, he had that kind of body women would die for.

He works out and maintains his health very seriously. Maybe it’s because of his job and always wants to look cool and hot, but I really love my parents’ physique.

They both have their own charms and I took these from them.

I am 1.8m tall, caramel brown skinned with brown eyes, just like my father. We are at most seventy percent copycats and it makes me really proud.

While this makes me very proud, it brings me back to the person that I met a few days ago who had been making me feel irritated and starting to have some doubts regarding my family’s situation.

I saw an older and hot guy. I don’t want to lie, but when I see beautiful people, be it, men or women, I am not shy with compliments.

I am handsome in my own way and not the most handsome person in the world, probably. But what I saw that day, kept me awake for the whole night.

Like I said earlier, I am my father’s copycat, which I prided myself on. But when I saw a replica of my mother walking past me, giving me a side eye and just going on his way like that, I felt that something was very wrong.

There was that myth regarding doppelgangers. And how every person always has someone who looks like him or her. But what I saw that day made me wonder if mother had another child who wasn’t me.

But that thought was completely rubbish. My parents met in college and have been together since then. So, where would she find time to give birth to another child?

I wanted desperately to believe that I was my parents’ only child, but every time I looked at my mother’s photo, that hot guy’s face would always pop up.

Since I was in a state of distrust and analyzing exactly how I was feeling, I decided to start from the beginning. At least with what I know or think that I know.

Some things might have made sense while I was younger, but when using my adult brain, I no longer would.

And honestly, the feeling is quite destructive.

I am even starting to regret why I even started thinking in that direction in the first place.

What if everything I had known related to my family wasn’t what was in the open?

What if there were so many things that I didn’t know and my family members were busy hiding from me?

My family is very rich, we don’t lack money and even if I splurge the money and my family business doesn’t go bankrupt, I will still be able to feed my grandchildren.

Both my parents drive cars that are worth millions. Even I own an expensive car. I live in a fancy condo instead of a shared dorm. I also can spend money on my several girlfriends and still be able to take care of them.

The house back home is around eight million and if I were to include the expensive furniture and many others, it would double.

My dad owns and runs a hotel chain. At the moment, he has three of them and they are all hot and doing well.

My mother owns an institution, a private school that carters from kindergarten to high school. And just the school fees that students pay there, they are simply crazy.

Apart from the school, she also owns a stationery company, and it has been holding on for over a decade. Some of the orders can even hit millions. That will be the case for making items like phone directories for telecommunication companies.

Her company was very popular among the big shots, so one can already imagine how much money our family has.

Between my dad and mom, mom has more money, this was never a secret. However, there have never been issues regarding that.

She had never pointed it out or used this to taunt my dad. They are a loving couple that always support each other.

Or are they?

I am starting to doubt everything the more that I think about it.

Adding these businesses that I know; I have a great feeling that those two have side businesses that others aren’t aware of and I am starting to get curious about them.

When I was still studying back in Shuewana, the two would go on business trips abroad and overseas and yet when I think much about it, it just doesn’t make sense.

Their businesses are based locally, so why were they even leaving the country for days to one week to do business again?

I don’t know when it started or was it when we moved into the new house, but my parents started living separately though their affection towards each other never changed.

Why would they even do that?

Talking about menopause and all that. Why would that condition prevent the two from living with each other?

At that time, I never bothered to think much about it, but now I am starting to get suspicious.

Thinking about my mom’s replica it reminds me of my maternal side of the family.

Honestly, there aren’t a lot of relatives there, and judging from the way my mother and those people interact with each other, I can tell that they aren’t on good terms.

My grandmother, aunts, and uncles just don’t get along with my mother at all and the last time we visited them was over five years ago.

That side of the family isn’t rich at all.

My paternal side is closer, but if it wasn’t for my parents, they wouldn’t have climbed higher and be where they are right now.

Which brings me to the issue of money once again. What are those two doing to have so much money like that when the country’s economy is that bad?

Just what are they hiding?

And who was that guy? Is he perhaps related to my mother’s side and if he is, why did he just have to be my mom’s replica of all people?

The feeling was infuriating, and it was driving me crazy.

And since I was far away from home, I decided to send my favorite person to help me keep an eye on my parents.

And just in case he finds something, he won’t be able to spread it because the two of us had shared a lot of secrets when growing up.

He wasn’t the kind of person that would betray me and thinking up to this point; I picked up my phone and made a call straight away.