Jackim_Ochieng

Ochieng, a seemingly ordinary student, hides a terrifying background—he is the heir to an unfathomable fortune and a top martial artist trained by a grandmaster. Mocked, betrayed, and abandoned by those he once loved, he chooses to stay low-key until fate forces his comeback. From school life and romance to mafia feuds and hidden identities, his journey is filled with heartbreak, revenge, power struggles, and shocking revelations. As enemies fall and regret consumes those who wronged him, the world will witness the rise of the most dominant and feared figure in history.

VEIL OF DESTINY :THE HIDDEN HEIR ASSERT

"Power isn't always stolen. Sometimes, it's gifted—with venom in the wrapping."

Jayden Ochieng stood in his private quarters, the sealed letter resting on his palm like a cursed artifact.

Just five words engraved in fine red ink:

"Return. Or we'll choose another."

Tielen leaned over his shoulder. "They're threatening to replace you."

"No," Maggy said, eyes narrowing. "They're baiting him."

Jayden nodded. "It's time I meet them… on my terms."

That night, Jayden arrived at the abandoned gallery in East Helios—a city of forgotten tycoons, and hidden operations beneath art museums.

Inside the Crimson Room, where billion-dollar oil deals and trillion-dollar betrayals once went down, sat seven figures in robes of gray.

One of them spoke in a voice distorted by a vocal chip.

> "Jayden Ochieng. The erased son. The hidden storm. Welcome to the table that once erased you. Sit… or be replaced."

But not before placing a single black pawn from a chessboard onto the center of the table.

"I'm not here to beg," Jayden said, voice calm, layered with steel. "I came to rewrite the agreement. Starting now, I hold 51% of everything you built on my back."

The woman across from him removed her hood.

It was Dalia Monroe—a media empress and infamous manipulator once known to own kingdoms through blackmail.

"You're bold," she smirked. "But this isn't a boardroom."

"No," Jayden said. "It's a battlefield in suits."

Another stood. Lord N'Kata, the oil magnate whose wealth made countries kneel.

"You think one name gives you leverage?"

Jayden tossed the file marked Project Ochieng onto the table.

Back at the campus, news spread like fire: a mysterious billionaire had bought out the biggest conglomerate in town.

That night, the Prom King title went to a freshman named Prince Kairo, a rumored descendant of African royalty and an elite hacker. He was later seen shaking hands with Jayden.

Wendy returned from Europe, dressed in crimson silk, with a diamond collar—greeted Jayden with a cold, "You finally remembered who you are."

But not all family returned with love.

Jayden's aunt, Camilla, known for poisoning two suitors and stealing inheritance rights, crashed the next morning's family brunch with a venomous smile and one demand:

"Give me my cut, nephew. Or your mother's real death story goes public."

In the shadows, Jayden met with a blind monk named Elior, rumored to be the last living carrier of the original contract the Ochieng bloodline swore on.

Elior placed an old scroll in his hands.

> "Your rise began with a forged name. But it ends with a chosen one.

Will you take back your truth… and lead with it? Or become what they always feared?"

Chapter 538: The Return Clause