"Breaking News! Man Found Dead in a Guest Inn at Cheng Bar! This morning, authorities discovered the lifeless body of Adrian Sinclair, a young man who worked at ReyLux, in his room at Cheng Bar's guest inn. The cause of death appears to be a gunshot wound to the head. Police are currently investigating the incident and have not yet identified any suspects." Anastasia's face was expressionless as she watched the news report on the TV. It was time to move on; she had done what needed to be done. What she did not understand though was why Adrain was not addressed as the billionaire she knew him to be. Why did the news reporter say he worked at ReyLux? Was he not the owner of the company itself? Probably an error from the news reporter and nothing else. “So unfortunate for the young man. He must have had dreams and aspirations. I wonder who would do such a terrible thing to him. I hope they get caught and are properly handled.” Mrs. Hearst, Anastasia’s mother enunciated sadly. “No!

Nathan walked up to the man and demanded to know what was going on. The man simply looked at him and his anger even worsened. “And who the fuck are you?” the man replied angrily. “I am a peace maker and I demand to know why you would want to hit a woman on her head. Not just any woman, your own wife. Who does that?” Nathan asked gently, his voice as firm and stoic as his posture. “I give you three seconds to leave this place or…” “My dad always beats my mom. He said she stole $2 Million from his account and that is a lie. My mother would never do that. He is threatening to divorce her.” the young boy said bravely, clutching his mother’s hand with every ounce of strength in his body. The abusive man was about to raise his fist to hit his son, but Nathan quickly intercepted by grabbing his hand before he could hit the young boy. From the way Nathan firmly gripped the man’s hand, everyone around knew that Nathan was stronger despite being the younger one. His grip was so firm

“Look, son. You should not go around fucking any lady you see, come on!” Becca complained. “She isn’t just anybody, Becca. She is a fucking celebrity. Don’t you know her?” Dave flared up. “And why would you just barge into my room that way? Should I not have some privacy?” Becca grunted. “I am your stepmom, Dave. You should stop calling me by name. And I thought you already have a girlfriend. Why give yourself to another woman?” “Look, stepmom. I have a student bouquet to attend and I am running late. If you are not coming with me, then it’s fine, I’ll go on my own. When I return, I will fuck you hard for not going with me!” Dave said and grabbed his phone from the table and his car keys, then he forcibly pulled himself to Becca and kissed her. “You should stop being silly, you know. Your father might catch us. Come home early for dinner!” She announced loudly and chuckled as Dave left the mansion. Dave drove to Amanda’s house to pick her up as always. He dashed into her ap

“Oh, hey Selene. What are you doing here alone?” Dave asked as he hugged her calmly. All the while, Amanda was observing his every move with contempt. “What am I doing here? I’m doing the same thing you’re doing here, dancing! Wanna dance?” She chuckled and extended her hand towards him. Dave hesitated for a moment, glancing up to see Amanda still staring at Nathan. His frustration boiled over, and he decided to take Selene up on her offer. “Sure, why not?” he replied, taking her hand. Selene led him to the dance floor, and they began to move to the rhythm of the music. The lights flashed around them beautifully. Dave tried to lose himself in the dance, but his eyes kept darting back to Amanda and Nathan. He was both angry and scared at the same time. As the music picked up pace, Selene leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “You seem tense, Dave. What’s going on?” “It’s nothing,” he muttered, trying to focus on the beat. “Just some stuff I need to figure out.”

The event was a successful one for all other students. It ended beautifully with lots of dance and uncensored booze. After the party, people went all round, looking for the Nathan Reed guy to take pictures with and even connect with him. But as usual, he was nowhere to be found. He was probably with the higher authorities. All they were left with was his Lamborghini Egoista. Every single student made sure they took pictures of the ride. It was an exhilarating experience they would not forget soon. Social media won’t know what hit it. Marcus held a drink in his hand as he strolled back home. He was a little high from drinking too much, but thanks to his alcohol tolerance, he was still slightly aware of his environment. He darted away from the event centre, walking towards his ride which he had ordered beforehand. Suddenly, someone came from behind and pushed him to the ground. “Who’s there?” He asked, looking around as pulled himself up. Everywhere was a bit blurry. As soon