**Chapter Two: The Boy Who Could Buy the School**
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Jayden didn't sleep that night.
How could he?
He lay in a king-sized bed with sheets softer than anything he'd ever touched, staring at a ceiling that shimmered under recessed lights. But his mind wasn't on the expensive mattress or the golden doorknobs. It was back in Kibera, where his mother slept in darkness, curled beside a flickering solar lamp.
Was he really supposed to belong here?
Was he really the son of **Richard Lexington**—the man whose face had appeared on magazine covers and billionaire lists?
And if that was true... why now?
Jayden sat up and turned on the lamp. He took out the envelope again, ran his fingers over the golden "L."
There was no denying it anymore. The past 24 hours weren't a dream.
He was the heir to an empire.
And the world was about to find out.
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**Breakfast with the Billionaire**
At precisely 7:30 AM, a knock came at his door.
Jayden, already awake and dressed in one of the expensive but simple outfits laid out for him, opened the door to a smiling maid.
"Good morning, Master Jayden. Breakfast is served."
"Just Jayden is fine," he said.
The dining room was absurd. A long mahogany table, twelve chairs on either side, crystal chandeliers above, and more silverware than he knew what to do with.
Richard Lexington sat at the head of the table, reading a newspaper. He didn't look up when Jayden entered.
"Sit," he said simply.
Jayden obeyed.
"Did you sleep?" Richard asked without looking at him.
"Barely."
"You're overwhelmed."
"That's an understatement."
Richard folded the paper. "You are my son, Jayden. I know it sounds insane, but I have all the documents. DNA tests, birth records. I paid your mother to keep you safe—and away. But I never stopped watching."
Jayden frowned. "So, you paid her to raise me like… a ghost?"
"She didn't want your life controlled by cameras and bodyguards. She wanted you to be human first. I agreed."
Jayden clenched his fork. "She raised me with nothing."
"But you survived. You're smart, focused. I didn't want you soft. I wanted you hungry."
Jayden said nothing.
Richard leaned forward. "You have a choice now. You can disappear back to the life you knew. Or… you can accept your inheritance, your name, and everything that comes with it."
"What does that mean?"
"You're legally mine now. That means you're next in line for Lexington Holdings."
Jayden blinked. "I don't know anything about companies or stock or—"
"You'll learn. I'll assign you tutors. Mentors. The best. But more than that… I want to teach you to survive in a world where money is power—and power is war."
Jayden exhaled slowly. "And what if I don't want any of it?"
Richard raised an eyebrow. "Then you'll still be rich. But lost."
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**Back to School**
Jayden returned to school two days later.
He didn't tell anyone where he'd been. Or what he had discovered. Or that he now owned three black credit cards that had no limits.
He wore the same shoes. Carried the same torn bag. Walked the same distance.
Let them laugh.
Let them think he was still the same poor kid.
Let them think they had won.
He had a bigger plan.
In the school courtyard, Sasha walked past him without a word. She was holding hands with Brandon, who smirked as he whispered something in her ear. Jayden didn't flinch.
In Chemistry class, someone had drawn "BROKE BOY" on his desk in white-out. He quietly rubbed it off and took notes like nothing happened.
But while everyone saw a struggling boy…
The truth was, Jayden now had enough money to buy the entire school—and fire the headmaster just for fun.
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**The Secret Room**
That evening, back at the mansion, Jayden explored a part of the house no one had shown him.
Behind the main library, he discovered a hidden hallway leading to a locked room.
His key—yes, the one that came with the letter—fit the lock.
Inside was a study. Not just any study—a private one, filled with old files, family photos, letters… and a portrait of a woman he instantly recognized.
His mother.
Younger. Strong. Brave. Holding a baby—him.
Tears welled in Jayden's eyes.
In a drawer, he found dozens of letters written by her to Richard. Some angry. Some loving. All filled with a mother's fire.
He also found something else: a red journal titled, "LEGACY."
Inside were plans. Philanthropic ideas. Anonymous donation routes.
One entry read:
> "He'll be rich one day. But I want him kind. Humble. A giver. Even if they mock him, he must never forget what hunger feels like."
Jayden sat there for hours, reading.
That night, he made a decision.
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**Anonymous Legacy Is Born**
He created a secret foundation online under the alias **Anonymous Legacy**.
With help from one of the tech assistants at Lexington Holdings, who believed he was doing a school project, Jayden programmed automatic monthly donations to three orphanages, two hospitals, and a scholarship fund for underprivileged teens.
No one would know it was him.
Not his school. Not his friends. Not even his mother.
He would live like a ghost with a golden heart.
Let the world see a poor student.
He would change lives from the shadows.
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**The Ex's Return**
Two weeks later, Sasha stopped Jayden after class.
He was walking to the school gate, same as always, when she stepped into his path.
"Jayden. Wait."
He didn't stop.
"Please."
He turned. "You need something?"
She bit her lip. "I… I heard you were sick. And that you left school suddenly. Are you okay?"
Jayden smiled faintly. "You broke up with me in front of the entire school. Why do you care?"
"I… I didn't mean for it to come out like that."
He folded his arms. "You made your choice."
"I made a mistake."
Jayden tilted his head. "You mean Brandon's not as rich as you thought?"
Her eyes widened. "It's not like that—"
"You want me now that you think I might be somebody."
Sasha looked confused. "Wait… are you?"
Jayden smiled again. "Does it matter?"
Before she could answer, he turned and walked away.
Behind him, Sasha stood frozen.
He didn't even need to reject her.
The silence was louder than anything.
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**Meanwhile, in the Shadows**
In a dark room, a man with a scar under his eye scrolled through photos of Jayden on his laptop.
He zoomed in on one picture: Jayden entering the mansion gate.
He picked up a phone.
"He's resurfaced," he said.
The voice on the other end was raspy. "Lexington's boy?"
"Yes."
"Begin the operation."
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**Back in Kibera**
Jayden walked home from the mansion in a hoodie and slippers, stopping by a kiosk to buy mangoes for his mother. He could've sent a driver or a delivery. But he didn't want to change. Not really.
At home, Mama Clara hugged him tightly, her eyes full of questions she didn't ask.
They ate together in silence.
And when she asked him how school was, he smiled and said, "Same as always."
But deep down, he knew nothing would ever be the same again.
**End of Chapter Two**