“Two children approached my table and innocently asked, ‘Ma’am, can we eat your leftovers?’”
“Two beggar children approached my table and innocently asked, ‘Ma’am, can we have some of your leftovers? We’re starving.’ When I looked up at them, tears began to flow uncontrollably. The two homeless children before me looked exactly like my two sons who disappeared five years ago… and that’s when my cruelest revenge began against the people who took them from me.”
A Mother’s Nostalgia
I am Mrs. Olivia Imperial, and I am thirty-five years old. I am the CEO and sole heir of the Imperial Group of Companies, the largest business empire in the country. I have all the wealth in the world, but five years ago I lost the only treasure that gave my life meaning: my twin sons, Lucas and Leo.
Their nannies’ car was ambushed back then. The vehicle was found burned and empty. The police believed my children were dead, but as a mother, I felt deep in my heart that they were still alive. I spent five years searching for them, spent billions, but got nowhere.
Today is their seventh birthday. To mourn them in solitude, I went to a famous, luxurious outdoor restaurant. I ordered all their favorite foods, even though I knew no one would eat them.
The Plea of the Two Beggar Children
As I stared at the enormous chocolate cake, I felt two small silhouettes approaching my table.
“Madam…” a small, trembling voice called to me.
I looked up. Two extremely dirty children, dressed in torn clothes and without shoes, were standing in front of me. They were very thin, but they were holding hands tightly.
“Ma’am, can we have your leftovers?” asked the boy on the right, shielding his crying brother behind him. “Even if it’s just the bones. My little brother is very hungry.”
When our eyes met, I felt my heart stop. Her eyes… the shape of her face… they were exactly like my late husband’s!
The fork fell from my hand. I stood up and slowly approached them. I took hold of the arm of the boy who had spoken, and then I saw a familiar mark: a star-shaped birthmark on his right wrist. Lucas’s birthmark!
“L-Lucas? L-Leo?” I whispered in a broken and trembling voice, as abundant tears ran down my cheeks.
The children were confused. “H-How does he know our names?” Leo asked innocently.
I burst into tears and fell to my knees on the cement. I hugged them both tightly, not caring about the dirt or the smell of their bodies. “It’s me, my children… I’m your mother! I’ve finally found you!”
The Secret Behind the Mud
I immediately took them to my mansion. I bathed them, dressed them in their finest clothes, and gave them plenty of delicious food. While they ate, I secretly sent some of their hair to the fastest DNA lab in the country. The next day the results came back: 99.99% match. They were my children!
As I stroked Lucas’s hair before they went to sleep, I asked, “Son, who kidnapped you that day? Why did you end up living on the streets?”
Lucas sobbed and hugged me. “Uncle Rico told us you were dead. He took us to a garbage dump and abandoned us there. He said if we went back, he would kill us.”
My whole being burned with rage. Uncle Rico. My own half-brother Ricardo! The man I helped my whole life and gave a job at the company. He was the one who kidnapped and threw my own children away just to take over my company when I was left without heirs!
The Greedy’s Plan
That same week, Ricardo called a large press conference and a shareholders’ meeting. He invited all the major media outlets and investors.
He was planning to announce that I would “retire” because I had gone mad from grief, and that he would officially take over as the new CEO and sole heir of the Imperial Group.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Ricardo began, smiling at all the cameras. Beside him stood his wife, Miranda, wearing the expensive jewelry that had been stolen from the company’s funds. “Since my sister Olivia no longer has a husband or children, and can no longer run this company, I will officially assume this responsibility.”
Some of the bribed board members began to applaud. Ricardo was about to sign the acquisition documents when the enormous golden doors of the conference room were violently opened.
The Return of the True Heirs
“Who said I don’t have heirs?” my cold, authoritarian voice echoed.
I walked in wearing a stunning red suit. But what completely silenced the room wasn’t me. In each of my hands, I carried two children dressed in bespoke tuxedos. Clean, elegant, and exactly like the late founder of the company.
The pen fell from Ricardo’s hand. His face paled as if he had seen a ghost. Miranda stood up abruptly, her legs trembling.
“L-Lucas?! L-Leo?!” Ricardo shouted, his voice trembling and his eyes wide. “I-Impossible! H-How…? T-They should be dead!”
The media cameras started flashing nonstop. Investors were completely shocked.
“M-Mom…” Leo murmured fearfully, hiding behind me as he pointed at Ricardo. “Him! He’s the mean guy who threw us in the trash!”
The entire room erupted in chaos. I turned to the cameras. “That’s the truth! Five years ago, my demonic stepbrother kidnapped my own children and threw them out onto the streets to suffer and starve to death. All this just so he could take over my company!”
The Final Judgment and Justice
“Lies! Those children are fake! He only picked up some beggars!” Ricardo shouted out of control.
I snapped my fingers. My lead attorney pulled out the DNA results and projected them onto the screen for the whole country to see. “99.99% match. They are the true and sole heirs to the Imperial Group.”
I signaled toward the door. A battalion of police officers entered, accompanied by Ricardo’s former driver, the same man he had paid to abandon the children. The driver confessed everything and pointed to Ricardo as the mastermind behind the crime.
“Ricardo Imperial, you are under arrest on charges of Kidnapping, Attempted Murder and Grand Fraud,” the police chief formally ordered.
The officers approached holding the handcuffs.
“No! I-It was just a joke, Olivia! I’m your brother!” Ricardo cried as he crawled toward me. “Miranda, help me!”
But Miranda was also crying as the police handcuffed her for complicity in the robbery.
I looked at Ricardo without the slightest trace of compassion. “Brother? You threw my children out to starve to death. Now I’ll make sure you rot in the darkest cell, and that you never get to eat a single grain of rice in peace.”
The police dragged them outside as they screamed and pleaded in front of all the media. I scooped my two princes up in my arms and hugged them tightly as the entire board applauded us.
The children who were thrown in the trash to die have returned. And now, they will own the world that was stolen from them.