They became engaged, and he planned a life with her. One morning, she called him, crying that her mother was dying and needed a kidney transplant.
Later, he discovered it had all been a scheme to extort money so she could run away with her hoodlam boyfriend.
After that betrayal, the truth became clear to him. They saw him as a walking check.
He wanted someone he could call his own, someone he could talk to, someone who would let him be himself.
As he sat alone in his living room, the weight of everything he had been suppressing finally cracked something inside him.
That moment led to a drastic decision, one that shocked his parents. Benson sat with his parents in their large mansion living room.
The air was heavy, silent, expectant. He took a deep breath before he spoke. “Dad, Mom, I’ve been thinking about something for a long time,” he began, his voice steady but serious.
“I want to leave this city for a while.” His mother froze immediately. “Leave?” “Benson, what do you mean leave?”
She asked, her face tightening in worry. “Why would you want to leave? Everything you need is right here.”
“Mom, that’s the problem,” Benson sighed. Everyone here knows me as Benson Jackson. Most women here already know my name, my position, my wealth.
Nobody wants to know me for who I am. I need time away to find myself.
To live quietly, to meet people who don’t know anything about me. Mrs. Stella shook her head quickly.
No, no, no. It’s not safe. What if you get kidnapped? What if something worse happens?
Why must you roam the streets looking for a wife? There are millions of girls who would throw themselves at you just by hearing your name.
Benson looked to his father, hoping for support. I won’t be gone forever, Dad,” he said quietly.
“I just need space. If I don’t find what I’m looking for, if I can’t find love on my own, I’ll come back and I’ll marry anyone you choose, even the tech billionaire’s daughter you keep mentioning.”
Chief Roland raised a brow. The one you’ve refused to meet. Benson nodded. Yes, Dad, but first I need to try this.
I need to know someone can love me for who I am, not for money.
His father leaned back in his chair, thinking. He had watched his son struggle for years, desperate to be seen beyond his wealth.
Mrs. Stella frowned, clearly displeased. Chief, say something. This is a bad idea. But Chief Roland finally turned to his son, his expression calm.
Son, he said, I understand what you’re searching for, but running away won’t solve everything.
He paused thoughtfully. What if I offer you a better option? Benson looked up. A better option?
His father nodded slowly. Instead of leaving completely, why not work as a regular staff member at one of our out of town branches?
Somewhere no one knows you’re Benson Jackson, the heir to Jackson Worldwide Enterprises. Go as a normal employee.
