The Hacker's Billionaire

The funeral

Ethan's POV

I am dressed in a black suit as always. The funeral will be at four o'clock, and it will only be Eric and me at the funeral. I know my family wants to come, but I have not given them any details about where the funeral will be. I also ensured that they would not know where the funeral was. I confirmed that false information was put out there so that if they thought they would attend the funeral, they would end up at the wrong funeral.

I do not want my family to know all about little Eric. I want them to think they were inherited from me the day I die unless I get married. I know that is why my parents never wanted me to have a woman in my life. I also know that is why they chose Amanda Krueger as the woman I should marry. I know it is because they think they can handle her and do whatever they tell her.

Amanda is not very smart. She always does what her parents ask her to do, and I know that is why she is interested in me because her parents want her to marry me so that they can also get their hands on my money.

I do not know why everybody wants my money. I have worked hard for it, and it is mine. One day, all my money will go to Little Eric if I do not get married. I am not planning on getting married. I do not trust women, and I do not believe that I can't trust any woman.

The beautiful face of Marissa White comes to my mind. She's gorgeous, but I am unsure I can trust her. I do not believe there is a woman in this world that I can trust, not with my son's life or money.

I received the photo of Bianca Henderson this morning, and it does not look like Merissa White. Viper has hacked into the organization again and provided me with a picture of Bianca Henderson. I agree with him that I do not look alike, but I still feel there is something about Marissa White I cannot put my finger on. Something about her is wrong. I have a feeling that I do not know anything about her. She is hiding a lot from me. Perhaps I should befriend her parents and find out more about her.

I do not understand why I want to find out more about her. It's not like we are dating. I am just helping her get close to Liam so she can take the revenge that we all deserve against my family.

My mother and father are not the best people in this world, and Liam is a brat. When my mother and father saw that I would not jump whenever they told me to, they started concentrating on Liam. I heard what they said at the banquet hall the other night. I want them to come closer to me because they want my money. They do not know I will never allow them to be close to me again. I will never let them come to my house even. There are two reasons I will never allow them into my home. I do not trust them, and I do not want them to know about Eric.

The nanny brings me little Eric as she knows we are going out. I did not tell her where we would go, but he was wearing a little black suit like me. I smile as I hug close to my heart.

I feel sorry for him because he will never know his mother, but I will always tell him about his mother. I also feel sorry for Bianca Henderson, who had one hell of a life. I'm also sorry that my family was the cause of most of her trouble. She should have never been in that jail cell. My family framed her, and I could not prove her innocence. I could not even later hold her baby. My heart is hurting for her. Perhaps I should have asked Marissa White to come with us. I let go of that idea immediately.

This is something I need to do along with my son. It has nothing to do with strangers. It is between me and Eric and his dead mother. I do not want other people to ask too many questions about Bianca Henderson, as she has been forgotten about the world after the trial. Sadly, she has nobody that cares about her. Even in death, she is a lonely person. At least her son will be at her grave today. One day, I will be able to tell him that he attended his mother's funeral. However, I will never tell him why and how she died. Perhaps I will not be able to keep it from him forever. I will try to keep it from him and ask Viper to make her name disappear from the Internet. I do not want him to find out online that his mother was a so-called criminal. I do not want him to find out she committed suicide in jail. I want him to think that his mother was a hero.

I have requested an open casket. I want to see her body. Since we will only have the funeral at the graveyard and it will only be Eric, the pastor, and me, there was no problem with that.

The cemetery is very secluded. Not many people know about this graveyard, so I chose it. I do not want my parents to show up. I do not want Liam to show up. Eric is with me, and I do not want him to see him. They will wonder who the little boy is, and I do not want them to know that he is Liam and Bianca's child. Since Liam and I look alike, Eric might as well be my son. I do not know what my family will do if they discover I have a son who will inherit everything I have someday.

I know Liam would not be too happy because he is the one who has been pushing my parents to get closer to me so that he can become my heir. Instead, I would leave all my money to charity rather than give the money I have worked hard for to the Maverick family. Luckily, I have an heir right now, and little Eric is in my arms as we arrive at the graveyard.

I walk straight to the open casket. As I look at the woman lying in the coffin, I realize something is wrong. I did not tell Malone or anybody in the organization that I had requested a casket to be open. I wanted to see Belinda Henderson dead, but the woman lying in the coffin, although she looks much like Belinda, is not.

I bend over while the pastor's back is turned to me. I quickly grab one here of the dead woman. I also have doctors where I can do a maternity test. Why do I feel that Malone has fooled me? I wouldn't say I like being made a fool of. While we are here, we might as well have the funeral.

As a paster turns around, I close the casket as if I believe it is Belinda lying in it. I have a feeling that the pastor is also working for the organization. I can see him looking curiously at me, but I nod.

"We can continue with the funeral. I am happy with what I saw. She looks peaceful, and that is all I was hoping for." I lie. I know I can be very convincing. I know the pastor will not think that I am suspicious.

It is a quick service, and some men lower the coffin into the ground. I wondered who this poor woman was that has to pretend to be Belinda Henderson in death. I am sure nobody knows it and that she is a Jane Doe. I know the organization would not be with somebody under someone else's name if they knew who this person was.

It is over soon, and I take Eric and get into the limo, and we drive away. I am glad I asked Marisa White to attend the charity auction tonight. I need one more here for the maternity test. I am furious at the organization because I can no longer trust Malone and his men, as they have lied to me. I know for a fact that Belinda Henderson is not dead because if she were dead, she would have been in that casket. They are all taking me for a fool.

I feel I will soon find out who Marissa White is. I am sure she is Belinda Henderson. In today's world, changing the color of your eyes and hair is straightforward. If you use contacts and hair dye, you can change your appearance.

I need to get home and prepare for tonight, but I am furious and know I cannot take it out on Marissa White. I want to get closer to her to find out if she will trust me with the truth.

When we arrive home, I and little Eric to his nanny. He starts from the draft that we took. And I can see his little eyes want to close. I know he is about to take a nap. He has a little cranky, and I want to hand him to the nanny. He starts crying and holds on to me. I show her I will put him down in this little crib to sleep as I lay him down.

He starts sucking on his thumb. And look at this little sleepy face and wonder what and who his mother are. I quickly take a hair from his brush.

I called my house doctor, and I sent one of my men to him to do the maternity test. He will have to do one more for me. But I want to know if the woman in the casket is his mother as soon as possible.

After I have sent my men out of the room, I walk over to his grip again and look at his pretty little sleeping face.

"Who is your mother, my son? Is she the woman in the casket or the pretty woman who saved your life? Daddy will find out, and when he discovers the truth, there will be hell to pay if Marissa White is your mother. I want to know. I still do not know what to do with the information, but I will think of something. I promise I will never allow anybody to hurt you or let anybody near you if they have no good intentions around you. I've also never let your father or grandparents come close to you because I know they will not want you around, and I am not willing to give you up to anybody because I love you as my own. You only need me, and I need you. We do not need anybody in our lives as we or a family. And I will ensure that nobody hurts you." I say.

I look at him for a bit longer; then I realize it is time to prepare for tonight's charity event. I must get a hair of Marissa White, as I also want to taste it against my son. It would have been accessible for Malone to get a hair of Melissa, test it, and then add black hair to my son's profile.

I would have never been wiser if I had not seen the woman's body in the casket today. I just knew that she was not Belinda Henderson. And now my suspicions of Marissa White are even more. I am almost sure that Marissa White is Belinda Henderson, but how will I prove it if I can't get some DNA from her?