A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 6

When Rome regained consciousness, he kept his eyes closed for a minute and waited for the headache to subside before raising his eyelids.

“Where am I?” Rome mumbled, staring around the room, then his sight rested on an elderly-looking man with smoky-grey hair and a white goatee.

With calmness in his eyes, he smiled at Rome and said, “You are at my house. I'm Mr. Ford by the way.”

“Mr… Fo-rd. I…”

“It's okay, kid. You don't have to fear me.”

Doubt clouded Rome’s feature when he stared at Mr. Ford and thought, 'Don't fear you! You order your men to beat the crap out of me! Do you take me as a fool!’

For a second, Mr. Ford took his gaze off Rome and placed his focus on a picture frame. Then he took it off the dresser and showed it to Rome.

“Do you know the person in this photo?” Mr. Ford asked.

“Why do you have a picture of me as a kid?” Rome mumbled, feeling goosebumps on his skin.

“My son!”

“Your what?”

Thinking Mr. Ford had gone mad, Rome began running over escape plans in his head.

“You don't remember your father?” Mr. Ford asked, smiling brightly with tears in his eyes.

“I have a father, and he's not you. Now with that said, I will be on my way.” Rome intoned, throwing the blanket off him.

“How come you remember your name and not me?”

“Because of a stupid recurring nightmare that I have every night from the time I was a boy till now.”

“What nightmare?”

“Everything is fuzzy in the dream except the person's voice, and I think they were talking to me. They kept shouting, ‘Run, Rome! Run, and don’t look back! So I decided to call myself Rome.”

Watching Mr. Ford burst into tears, Rome felt awkward seeing a grown man cry, and he didn't know if he should comfort him or take the chance and run. But he didn't have the guts to do either of those things, so he sat there, waiting for Mr. Ford to stop crying.

“That was me! I was the one telling you to run, Rome. On an unfortunate night, my enemies storm this very place and murder your mother.” Mr. Ford said, clutching his fists.

For an unknown reason, Rome felt his heartache when he heard those words, and even though he still had no memory about Mr. Ford and this mansion, he sensed a feeling of familiarity.

“Your wife is dead. I am so sorry.” Rome mumbled.

“She's not only my wife. She's your mother. We fought a great fight that night, but your life would have gotten endangered if you had stayed in this place that night, so I told you to run away.” Mr. Ford said, staring Rome in his eyes.

Yet he could tell that Rome was still in doubt about the words he had said, but Mr. Ford was sure that he had found his long-lost son.

“This father that you speak of is he your biological father?” Mr. Ford asked.

“No, he found me after I got hit by a car, and the driver drove off, leaving me there to die,” Rome said, realizing that there's a possibility that he could be Mr. Ford's son.

“This is all my fault. I have failed you as a father. I tried finding you after I had destroyed the ones who took your mother's life, but my search was in vain. Son, let me make it up to you!”

“DNA test,”