Logan's heart raced as he stepped out of the bank, his newfound wealth coursing through his mind like an electric charge. He couldn't help but feel like he was living in a dream. Checking his cellphone to confirm his account balance again, he was greeted by the astonishing figure: an hundred million dollars. He had gone from financial struggles to a net worth that rivaled celebrities. It was beyond his wildest imagination, and a grin spread across his face.Unable to contain his joy, Logan started dancing on the sidewalk, drawing curious looks from the crowd that had gathered to see the commotion at the bank. People began to whisper and speculate, but Logan didn't care. He felt like he was on top of the world, and the weight of his previous hardships had been lifted.As grateful as he was for his sudden fortune, Logan couldn't help but think of Aella. She had played a crucial role in exposing the bank manager's misconduct, and he wanted to thank her. However, he hesitated. They weren'

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the basketball court. Logan's team had secured a narrow lead, and the air was thick with tension. The victory in sight was no longer just a win in a basketball game; it was a symbol of Logan's resilience, a testament to his ability to rise above the bullies who had tormented him for far too long.As Logan dribbled the ball, a sense of determination radiated from him. His teammates, emboldened by his unwavering spirit, rallied around him. The once-silent spectators had now turned into fervent supporters, their cheers and encouragement echoing through the court.But the bullies were not ones to accept defeat gracefully. Frustrated by their inability to stop Logan's dazzling plays, they resorted to dirty tactics. As Logan made a swift crossover dribble, Carter lunged at him, attempting to trip him up. Logan, with cat-like reflexes, sidestepped the trap, narrowly avoiding the spill that could have spelled disaster.Carter's fru

Logan stood there, the echoes of the victorious game still reverberating in his mind, waiting for the system's voice to confirm his success. The seconds felt like an eternity until, finally, the familiar tone chimed in his ear, announcing that an astonishing sum of 50 million dollars had been added to his account. A wave of disbelief and ecstasy washed over him, and while he wanted to jump and dance with joy, he knew he had to control his emotions amidst the curious crowd outside.With a contented smile, Logan began to head indoors. The euphoria outside was gradually fading as people dispersed, but his heart still danced with the rhythm of victory. As he reached the entrance, he noticed a group of familiar faces, including his ex and her friends, standing near the windows, their gaze fixed intently upon him. Logan's demeanor remained composed; he was determined to show that he had moved on. Their quick averting of eyes upon seeing him was all the confirmation he needed. He continued o

Logan's vision blurred as pain surged through his body. He could taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, and his world spun in disarray. Desperation and panic surged within him as he realized the futility of his attempts to reason with these relentless attackers.But amidst the chaos and agony, Logan summoned a last reserve of strength. With sheer determination, he managed to push himself up, his battered body protesting every movement. Blood trickled down his face from a gash above his eyebrow."Stop!" he gasped, his voice ragged. "This won't solve anything. You've proved your point. Please, just let me go."Carter's gang paused momentarily, their faces smeared with a mixture of rage and satisfaction. Carter himself looked down at Logan, a cruel grin tugging at the corners of his bruised lips."Let you go?" Carter sneered. "Oh no, Logan. You're going to remember this day for the rest of your life."And with that, the savage beating resumed, each blow a cruel reminder of the hu

Logan anxiously dialed Aella's number, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her to answer. He knew he had some explaining to do, and he desperately hoped she would pick up. But as the phone rang, he felt a growing sense of unease.Several rings later, Logan was about to hang up, fearing the worst, when Aella's voice came through the line. "Hello?"Relief washed over him, and he responded quickly, "Aella, it's Logan. I'm so sorry for not answering your calls. I messed up big time."Aella's voice held a mix of concern and irritation. "Logan, I've been trying to reach you for the past three days. The first day, it rang, and the next two days, your line was switched off. I was worried sick. I thought...I thought something terrible had happened to you."Logan couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. "I'm really sorry, Aella. Something did happen, actually. I was in an accident, and I ended up in the hospital."Aella's tone shifted to one of genuine concern. "Oh my goodness, Loga