Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Osborne's Grandfather
Osborne was taken aback, staring wide-eyed at the hundred black-suited men before him.
"The Godfather wants to see me? Which Godfather?"
The leader of the group lifted his head and responded respectfully, "Mr. Augustine, in Rosmandi, there's only one Godfather."
Osborne's mind was reeling.
"Could it be the one who rules the underworld of Rosmandi and commands immense power and fortune?
Why would he want to see a nobody like me?
And why are these men treating me with such respect?"
Confused and overwhelmed, Osborne watched as the black-suited man opened the door of a luxurious car.
"Mr. Augustine, please.
"The Godfather is waiting for you."
After a moment's hesitation, Osborne climbed into the car.
Inside, a screen flickered to life, revealing a shadowy figure.
The figure looked old yet exuded an aura of immense power. He sat on a plush gray sofa, cradling a pure black cat, his hair slicked back, wearing a black suit with a black bow tie, looking every bit the picture of a refined gentleman.
Osborne couldn't make out his face clearly, but the man's piercing eyes seemed to see right through him.
"Is he the Godfather?"
Osborne's heart pounded. Even through the screen, the pressure was palpable.
Suddenly, the Godfather stood up.
Leaning on a black-gold cane, he slowly approached the camera.
As he came closer, Osborne could finally see his features, and his eyes widened in shock.
"You... how?"
The Godfather smiled slightly, pointing to his left eye. "Kid, are you wondering why my left eye, like yours, has a double pupil? That's because I am your grandfather."
"What?!"
Osborne's pupils contracted sharply. His left eye's pupil suddenly split, revealing a double pupil, identical to the Godfather's on the screen.
Osborne couldn't believe what he was hearing.
From as far back as he could remember, he had been an orphan. He had never seen his parents and didn't even know what they looked like.
But now, this man, who ruled both the underworld and the legitimate realms in Rosmandi, was claiming to be his grandfather?!
Osborne couldn't help but think this must be some kind of elaborate prank.
Or maybe the beating from Ophelia's bodyguards had messed with his head, leaving him hallucinating.
"I understand your disbelief, but it's true. There's a DNA test report to your right. Read it, and you'll see."
Osborne hurriedly found the report and began to read.
His expression froze as he absorbed the information.
It confirmed a direct familial relationship between him and the Godfather. While the report could have been forged given the Godfather's stature, there seemed no reason for such deceit.
Oh hell... the Godfather truly was his grandfather!
"We share the same unique trait in our family, known as the Satan's Eye. Each descendant inherits it and unlocks its power upon their first intimate encounter as an adult."
Osborne was almost convinced.
His eye's transformation had always been his closely guarded secret, unknown even to his ex-wife.
The timing matched perfectly. It occurred shortly after his first night with her.
"Satan's Eye?" Osborne whispered, seeking confirmation.
"What power does it have?"
"The Satan's Eye is immensely powerful, beyond your current understanding. At its current level, it enhances your vision, provides night vision, and allows you to perceive fast-moving objects in slow motion," the Godfather answered calmly.
Osborne nodded slowly, finally believing as the details matched his experiences perfectly.
Since his eyes transformed, his vision had become extraordinarily sharp, allowing him to see in the dark and perceive even a fly hundreds of meters away.
Fast-moving objects, including bullets, appeared to move in slow motion to him.
This confirmed that the Godfather was indeed his grandfather.
He had a family now.
"When did you find me? Why only now? And my parents, why did they abandon me?" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Tears welled up in Osborne's eyes as memories of his harsh life resurfaced, sleeping under bridges with his sister, fighting for scraps, rummaging through trash, and fending off stray dogs for food.
He had always thought he was an unwanted orphan, deserving of his suffering.
But now, knowing his grandfather was a man of immense wealth and power, it felt absurd.
The godfather's gaze was steady. "I'm sorry, kid. Even though you're my grandson, you're not in a position to question me yet.
"Unless, of course, you choose to become my heir."
Osborne's breath caught in his throat. "Heir?"
The Godfather nodded solemnly. "Yes. My time is waning, and I need an heir to inherit everything I have.
"So, do you accept this role?
"Do you want to become the new godfather?"