Chapter 11. Fight for an Heir...

Zayn sat quietly in the back seat of his sleek, black SUV, his gaze locked out the tinted window. The car sped through the busy city, escorted by two vehicles, one ahead, one behind. Inside those cars were his security men. Seven in total. Always alert. Always armed.

His driver glanced in the mirror. “Ten minutes to arrival, sir.”

Zayn gave a slight nod. He didn’t speak. Instead, he leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly on his knee.

This was the twentieth call. The hospital had tried over and over. His father’s doctors had reached out, begging him to come. Zayn had ignored them every time. But this last call had been different.

It wasn’t the doctors.

It was his father.

Zayn had picked up, only to hear the voice he hadn’t spoken to in months.

“If you don’t come to see me today,” his father had said with a rasp, “then don’t expect me to name you my heir.”

Zayn wasn’t the kind of man to beg for anyone’s wealth. He didn’t need his fathe