The creaking door echoed through the dimly lit hallway as Michael hesitated before stepping into the suffocating atmosphere of the small, run-down house. The air was heavy with the pungent stench of stale smoke and cheap alcohol, a familiar scent that clung to the walls like a toxic residue. He sighed, the weight of his reality settling on his shoulders like an oppressive cloak.His adopted father, a man weathered by the years and worn by vices, sat slouched in a worn-out armchair. The flickering light of a television cast eerie shadows on his face, revealing a disheveled beard and bloodshot eyes. The room itself seemed to groan under the burden of years of neglect, with peeling wallpaper and worn-out furniture bearing witness to the decay of both the house and its occupants.Luke, Michael's younger brother, looked up from the corner where he huddled. His eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation, met Michael's."Get me more beer!" the old man barked, his voice slurred and ha

Micheal winced as he gingerly rose to his feet, his battered body protesting each movement. Luke, his eyes red from a mix of tears and rage, paced the room, unable to contain the anger that surged within him."That bastard Logan... even after Dad's gone, he's still messing with us. I can't believe this," Luke seethed, his fists clenched.Micheal, despite the pain coursing through him, placed a hand on Luke's shoulder in a feeble attempt at comfort. "We'll get through this, Luke. We just need to figure out a way."Luke scoffed, frustration evident in his voice. "A week to gather $50,000? We don't have that kind of money. If we did, we wouldn't be in this mess. I hate this life. Why is this happening to us?"The weight of their father's debt pressed down on them like an insurmountable mountain. Micheal, trying to maintain a semblance of hope, said, "Once we get past this, we're free. We just need to find a way."Surveying the dilapidated surroundings, Micheal shook his head. "Let's not

Inside the dimly lit holding cell, Michael sat on a cold, hard bench, replaying the chaotic events that led him here. The echoes of gunshots and the image of his partners resisting arrest lingered in his mind. As he pondered his choices in life, a wave of contemplation swept over him, imagining a different path if given a second chance. "If I were reborn," he mused, "what would I do differently?" The weight of his decisions bore down on him, and in the solitude of the cell, he entertained the notion of an alternate existence—a life free from the clutches of crime and the inevitability of a prison cell.Just as his contemplations delved deeper, the cell door swung open, and a group of police officers entered, an unusual apology on their lips. Bewildered, Michael was escorted out of the station, with each step he took four words lingered on his lips. "This can't be happening." greeted by an extravagant sight—a fleet of sleek black vehicles reminiscent of a presidential motorcade.A sha

A day had passed since Michael's release from jail, and determination fueled his every thought. Throughout the night, he mulled over his future. The first step on his agenda was to confront Logan, the man responsible for his adopted father's death, a man who posed a threat to Luke's safety.Entering Reginald's room, Michael found his grandfather with Harrison. Greetings exchanged, Michael informed them of his decision to become the heir, emphasizing the need to handle the Logan situation first. He recounted the events leading to Logan's threat against him and Luke, explaining the urgency."Seems like you have had tougher than I thought." Reginald said without looking away from the documents."We should probably just use the police to arrest them."Reginald suggested involving the police, but Michael, fueled by a desire for Logan's suffering, disagreed. "I don't want the police to interfere with this, I want to handle this alone. I want Logan to suffer in pain.""Master, young master

Micheal woke up early to a life of luxury, his clothes and breakfast prepared by the diligent maids. Though unfamiliar, he felt surprisingly at ease in this new lifestyle. Harrison, appearing beside him with a tablet in hand, relayed Reginald's plans for the day as Micheal ate his breakfast in his expensive suit."Master Reginald has a list of things he wants you to do with him. Today, you'll be meeting all the CEOs of the giant enterprises across the world. The private jet is bring prepped as we speak, and by the time we get there. It should be ready to take off."Micheal's reaction was immediate, a fit of coughing at the mention of a private jet."Did you just say, a private jet?" Harrison looked puzzled, wondering if he had misspoken. Clarifying, he confirmed that indeed they would be using a private jet."Indeed, that is how we plan to get there in time." He replied simply and Micheal looked at Harrison eyes wide opened."But those things cost a fortune, millions to multi-millio