From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Dead Serious

The realization slammed into Max like a punch to the gut.

He felt like a complete fool, how had he not seen it earlier? Now, piece by piece, everything was starting to fit together.

Someone the old Max had trusted enough to leave a video for... yet hadn’t shared any details with?

It could have only been another family member.

And considering that Max had already lost his parents, there wasn’t much family he had left in the world, of course he would have cherished someone like Aron.

Cherished him so much that he hadn’t wanted Aron tangled up in all of this mess.

At the end of the day, there wasn’t just one target that the Stern family could strike at, there were two.

"My brother?" Max finally said, voice low with disbelief. "But... wait, a Stern wouldn’t just work as a security guard. Does that mean...?"

"I was adopted," Aron explained, his tone calm but heavy.

"Which means I am not truly a member of the Stern family.

"I was adopted by your parents, Max. By your family, not by the Stern family itself."

An adopted family member. It had to have been for a long time, Max figured, long enough for them to feel this close, for Aron to speak about it with such weight.

"I want to make that distinction clear, Max," Aron said, his voice steady. "I know this might be a shock to you, but everything I’m about to tell you is the truth. And I hope that by telling you all of this, you’ll see you can trust me, because I want nothing more than to help you."

Max stayed quiet, letting him continue.

"Your parents weren’t like the other members of the Stern family," Aron said. "They didn’t use their wealth to try and grow it even more. But at the same time, it was almost impossible to completely separate themselves from it. Instead, they chose to focus on more charitable goals.

"One of those was helping war-torn countries. And they weren’t the type to just set up a foundation and slap their names on it, they traveled to those countries themselves. They wanted to see the suffering firsthand, to know exactly how they could make a difference."

Aron took a breath, his hand resting over his heart.

"And me... I was a war orphan," he said. "From the age of six, I was trained to fight. By eight, I was considered useful. We had no parents, no family... just survival. That was the only thing we were taught."

"When the war stopped, though," Aron continued, his voice growing heavier, "we were no longer useful.

We were just another mouth to feed. And so, they threw us away."

He clenched his fists slightly, a tremble running through his fingers.

"There are people in the world who say they have problems, who say they live every day hungry... But real hunger, real pain, it’s something I wouldn’t wish on anyone."

Aron’s eyes darkened with the memory.

"It was a hell I never want to return to. And it was your parents who pulled me out of that nightmare.

Wait, why am I feeling bad? Max thought to himself. How was I supposed to know all of this? He was the one that kept it hidden, that he was my brother, and no one said anything to me... but still, this certainly does make him more trustable now.