The Blind Heir

"Will you marry me?" Alexander Russov was on his knees, ring in hand as he proposed to the woman he loved.

Bianca was a real-life model. Beautiful in all ramifications and the fairest of them all to a young and infatuated Alexander.

Upon seeing him on his knees, proposing to her in an empty stadium, she felt embarrassed and upset. "Are you stupid?" She took the ring and threw it on the floor, stepping firmly on it.

"What do you take me for? Do you think I am a woman that you can have?" Bianca slapped him in the face, and he fell by the sheer force of her hand.

"Bianca," he muttered, eyes reddened in disbelief and pain.

"Don't you dare mention my name, you illegitimate twat!" she roared, and his eyes widened.

She didn't know, but he had earlier paid some news outlets to come and cover the event. Bianca was a hotshot model who craved attention, so he believed it would make her happy to have the moment filmed.

Who knew he would face such embarrassment from the woman he had adored all his life?

"Illegitimate?" Alexander's lips trembled, and he shook his head. "You are mistaken. There's got to be a mix-up somewhere."

"You think I don't know that your mother was a servant in the Russov family? You were born a mistake, Alex. I only hung around with you out of pity and to help spend your money."

"You should have known better than to try this nonsense!"

Alexander looked confused and broken.

"I could never marry a mistake like you. In fact, I am already engaged to your brother. The real Russov." His jaw dropped open at her words.

"Aaron is everything I need in a man. A dirty breed like you is not even worthy of holding his shoes. When he finally takes over the Russov Group of Companies, you will be flung to the streets where you belong." She huffed, leaving him seated dejectedly on the floor as his life flashed before his eyes.

Bianca had been his woman since his first year in college when they met. Although their relationship was never defined, he had spent his money on her, gone the extra mile to make her happy, with the hope that one day he could be man enough to have her as a wife.

They had been inseparable friends since then, and not only did he help her scale through her modelling career, but he also introduced her to his family members-including his brother, whom she claimed to be engaged to.

"Aaron would never do that to me. He is my brother." His tone reeked of naivety.

She laughed in his face. "This is why you can never amount to anything in life. You have a poor sense of judgment, and it is way too easy to dupe you."

Bianca made to leave, while Alexander remained crushed emotionally and physically on the floor. Just before she left, the lights of the stadium turned on, and the reporters who had been filming the events were revealed.

Her eyes widened, and she quickly put up a tight smile, only to be harassed by the media personnel, who not only filmed the interaction but had gone live when things took a drastic turn.

"Bianca Deville!" one of the reporters called, holding up his mic and camera. "Do you affirm that Alexander Russov is truly the illegitimate son of the Russov family?"

"Can you tell us more about your engagement to Aaron Russov?" another asked.

"When will the wedding be coming up?"

Young Alexander was forgotten as they bombarded Bianca with questions, some going as far as stomping on him in their attempts to get a better view of the woman of the hour.

Unknown to them, the young man who had just had his heart ripped from his chest and stomped on the floor was going through a life-changing experience that would never leave him the same.

That night, Bianca was picked up by men sent from the Russov family, while he remained on the floor of the stadium up until midnight. Alone, in pain, and thinking of his life.

Meanwhile, at the Russov family mansion, chaos ensued.

"I warned you against having that servant's son carry the Russov family name!" An elder woman, Madame Russov, fumed, pointing at the television. "Look what damage he has caused to this household! This will negatively rub off on my son, who has been the perfect child. Now we can't even hold a wedding in peace because the fool went and proposed to his brother's fiancée."

Her husband looked at the television, feeling anger and regret for having housed a boy that wasn't from his loins. He never for once believed that his maid was telling the truth about his fathering that child.

Despite having put an end to the life of his mother, Alexander remained a stain he couldn't wash away, and only because his mother believed that wicked woman over him and had become overly protective of him since his day of birth.

No matter how hard he tried, the Elder Russov couldn't accept Alexander as his son, and it was clear from his poor relationship with him.

"Don't worry, my love." He cooed at his wife, feeling pain for what his mistake had cost her in their marriage. "Tonight, I am going to get rid of him for good. He is no longer a son of the Russov family. You just wait!"

Madame Russov gauged her husband, and it was clear that this time, Alexander was in real trouble. Joy filled her heart at the thought of finally getting rid of him. Her son would finally be able to inherit the family fortune without any dog coming in the way.

If that happened, she was sure to die a peaceful death.

Meanwhile, Alexander trekked all the way back to the Russov family house, feeling sorry for himself. When he finally got to the gates, he entered, ready to call it a night, when he saw Bianca, Aaron, and other members of the Russov family, including his father, who looked angry.