The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire
Chapter 73: Royal??

Chapter 73: Royal??

Miles sat at his desk, the room dim except for the warm glow of his table lamp. Outside, the sounds of the neighborhood were distant—peaceful. The envelope lay open before him, the letter inside carrying the weight of silence and time.

He took a deep breath and began to read.

Dear Grandchild Miles,

If you are reading this, it means you are an adult now, and I have still not returned.

My sudden disappearance may have brought confusion or even pain to the family, but I had no choice. Staying would’ve caused more trouble—not just for me, but for Edward, Elena, and especially for you.

There are things you were never told. Things your father, I’m sure, kept hidden to protect you.

To understand my decision, you must first understand the truth about our family.

The Sterling family is not what it seems.

A century ago, we were more than just a prominent family—we were royalty. The land we stand on today was once ruled by a Sterling king. But our king, your ancestor, wasn’t a man of ego. He was a visionary.

When he saw that the world was shifting—moving away from monarchs and into the age of democracy—he made a choice that changed everything.

Instead of resisting the change, he embraced it. Quietly, and with great precision, he dismantled the empire’s political power and converted it all—estates, gold, influence—into business. Trade routes became shipping companies. Armories became manufacturing plants. Private lands turned into cities and real estate.

By the time the monarchy faded from the eyes of the world, the Sterling family had already stepped into the world as something new—hidden, but stronger.

What we lost in the crown, we gained in control.

Today, that legacy stands in the form of ACE Enterprises.

The same company leading in energy, transport, defense, media, pharmaceuticals, and even government contracts around the world. ACE isn’t just a company, Miles. It’s the face of the modern Sterling Empire.

You may have seen its name often, without realizing who it belonged to.

Now you do.

And that knowledge alone... is dangerous.

Miles blinked, reading the last few lines again. His jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his eyes on the page.

So it was true.

ACE Enterprises—the corporate giant he had crossed paths with so often—wasn’t just a power player in the world.

It was his inheritance.

Miles turned to the second page of the letter, the paper slightly aged but still crisp. The handwriting remained steady, each word carefully chosen. As he read, the silence of the room deepened, almost as if the house itself was holding its breath.

Everything was well...ACE became the Sterling family’s business—not just a company, but a legacy passed through bloodlines.

We ran it from the shadows, while another name always stood in front—a public face to keep our family hidden and safe from the chaos that came with power.

When I was young, my father—your great-grandfather—was the eldest among all the uncles. Naturally, he led the enterprise. The others followed him, bound by blood and tradition. Decisions were made through council, not boardrooms. Votes were whispered over tea, not cast in shareholder meetings.

And though the world changed around us, some things... never did.

Tradition still ruled.

In my twenties, the path was clear: I was to marry a girl from another influential family, part of a calculated alliance.

It wasn’t about love. It was about merging business empires, tightening control, strengthening ACE’s grip on the global stage.

But I refused.

Because I had met your grandmother.

She wasn’t from money, nor power, nor any recognizable name. She was simply... everything I had never known I needed.

I chose love over legacy.

The consequences were swift. My uncles turned their backs on me. My father, torn between his role and his son, was forced to do what tradition demanded. I was banished from the Sterling family.

Cut off. Forgotten.

But I didn’t break.

With what little I had left—some contacts, a handful of loyal men, and a name I refused to bury—I started again. I built Sterling Enterprises from scratch, far from the shadow of ACE. A new kind of company, with a new kind of dream.

And for a while... we had peace. You were born. Your father—Edward—was happy. I believed, perhaps foolishly, that I had escaped the weight of the past.

But the world rarely allows peace to last.

A few years after your birth, things changed. Threats I had long feared returned. And to protect you all.

I went back.

I returned to the same world that had once rejected me. Not for power, not for redemption—but to strike a deal.

What that deal cost me... you may never fully understand.

And if you’re reading this, then I don’t know whether I survived that decision, or if time finally claimed me.

Take care of yourself,

Miles. And protect the family.

There is more to come.

—Your Grandfather

Miles exhaled slowly, eyes lingering on the signature. His heart was quiet, but his mind burned with questions.

And he knew, this was just the beginning.

There was something more in the envelope.

Miles reached in and pulled out two items.

A stack of neatly folded documents—proof of shares in ACE Enterprises, stamped and sealed.

And beneath them, a small, cold object—an aged metal insignia bearing the mark of the Sterling royal family.

Miles stared at it for a moment. The insignia shimmered faintly in the dim light—an old emblem of pride, power, and now, mystery.

He held it in his palm.

"Royal family, huh... what a load of bullshit," Miles muttered under his breath. His eyes narrowed. "Old man, I don’t know what kind of deal you made with them. I don’t know if it was a sacrifice or a mistake. But your letter... it’s just another damn puzzle."

He looked at the insignia again—then at the documents. His grip tightened.

"I don’t belong to any royal family... and if they ever come for me or the people I care about—I’ll ruin them. I’ve got different things to protect now."

He clenched his fist around the insignia.

Just then, a gentle knock came at the door.

Miles turned. "Come in."

The door opened slowly. Elena stepped inside, her expression soft with concern.

"Son... are you doing okay? You were a bit quiet at dinner. Even while helping me with the dishes, you didn’t say a word."

Miles quickly straightened his posture. "Oh—it’s nothing, Mom. Just... things in my head. No problems."

Elena stepped closer. "If there’s anything to talk about, Miles... I’m here."

Miles hesitated. Then looked up.

"Mom... can I ask you something?"

Elena’s face stilled, and she gave a small nod. "Of course. Ask me."

He took a breath. "Before grandfather disappeared... did he say anything to you?"

Her eyes widened a little, caught off guard.

"Your grandfather..." she began softly, "was a very good man, Miles. He looked after even the tiniest things for us. Even after high school—when I was pregnant with you—he stood by me when no one else did. He welcomed me into the Sterling family with his whole heart."

She paused, voice slightly trembling. "I never had a complaint... just one sadness. The day he left... he didn’t say where he was going. And I never saw him again."

She sat down beside Miles. "He did leave me something, though—a house, in my name. When everything terrible happened with Edward... I took you there. It’s the same house where I raised you when you were little. The same one where I sent all those letters... hoping you’d come back someday."

Elena’s voice cracked faintly with emotion.

Miles leaned closer. "Thank you for telling me, Mom. I just... needed to know."

Elena looked at him gently. "Everything’s going well now, right?"

Miles gave a soft smile. "Yeah. The business is doing better than what grandfather built. A lot better."

She nodded. "Whatever you do, son... just be happy. And maybe..." she teased with a smile, "it’s time you start thinking about building your own family too."

Miles blinked. "Mom—what are you even talking about?" He scratched the back of his neck, cheeks slightly red. "I already have a family."

Elena laughed softly. "Take your time, dear. Sleep well."

"Good night, Mom."

She left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

Miles looked back at the insignia on his desk, his jaw set.

"Whatever it was, old man... I’m not abandoning my family. Not for anything."

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Miles flipped through the files Monica had sent. Names, timelines, photos—every page stained with quiet destruction.

Two names kept surfacing.

Alban Lambi. Once a petty hustler, now a polished face in the drug circuit. He built his reputation with smooth talk and subtle threats, working his way into the cracks of the city’s nightlife. His hands were clean, but his money was soaked in ruined youth.

Osmond Macy. A former club promoter who used parties as camouflage for deeper operations. Flashy, cunning, and ruthless, Osmond was known for feeding addiction like it was entertainment.

The place where Cedric was captured bore their fingerprints.

Miles picked up his phone and made the call.

"Hello, boss," came Monica’s voice on the line.

"Get snipers on the rooftops. I want eyes everywhere tonight. I’m sneaking in."

"Understood. Should I prepare any weapons?"

"They’ll come in handy if things go south."

There was a brief pause.

"And Monica—send over my black hoodies. The ones you know."

"Of course boss, The Ghost is going in."

The call ends.

Miles sat at the breakfast table, calmly sipping his black coffee, eyes drifting over the files once more. Across from him, chaos brewed—small, cheerful chaos.

Hope was stacking slices of toast like building blocks, tongue poking out in deep concentration. "It’s a castle!" she declared proudly, only for Asher to immediately bite the corner off the top slice with a victorious grin.

"Invaders!" he shouted with crumbs on his face, and Hope gasped like it was a real siege.

"You barbarian!" she yelled and smacked him lightly with a napkin, giggling as he ducked under the table.

Asher popped back up, wearing a spoon like a monocle and declaring in a posh accent, "Your kingdom now belongs to Sir Asher the Toast Slayer!"

Miles raised a brow, amused, his lips twitching despite himself. "Are you two always like this?"

"Yes!" they both replied in unison, then burst into laughter. Hope’s orange juice almost tipped, but she caught it just in time—only for Asher to hiccup loudly from laughing too hard.

Elena walked in with a pan of pancakes. "If you two burn down the breakfast table, you’re cleaning it yourselves."

"But Mama," Hope whined, "he started the toast war!"

"Did not!" Asher protested, mid-bite.

Miles shook his head with a faint smile and leaned back. For a moment, amidst all the noise and silliness, things felt normal. Warm. Real.

And he liked it . "Its better than any Royalty", he whispered.