As the guard continued berating Max at the entrance, Emily Rose stepped forward, her voice calm but commanding. “Is there some reason for this commotion?”The guard immediately straightened, recognition dawning on his face. “Ms. Rose! Oh, my apologies! I… I didn’t know you were here,” he stammered, trying to regain composure and plastering a fake smile on his face. “It’s an honor to see you.”Emily looked past him, her gaze focused on Max. “And why, exactly, are you stopping this gentleman from entering?”The guard hesitated, the confident sneer fading from his face. “Uh, well… you see, Ms. Rose… this guy here, he looks like some… well, he looks like he doesn’t belong here. I thought he was, you know, just some beggar trying to cause trouble.”Max clenched his fists, struggling to hold back his frustration, but Emily’s sharp glare at the guard silenced him.“Some beggar?” she repeated coldly, raising an eyebrow. “Did you even ask who he was before jumping to conclusions?”The gu
As Max woke up, he stretched with a grin, feeling lighter than he had in years. “No budgeting, no calculating shifts…” he murmured, staring at the ceiling. “So this is what freedom feels like.”He sat up, glancing at his worn-out sneakers by the door and laughing. “Well, guess it’s time to treat myself. No cafeteria lines today—let’s go somewhere extravagant. Somewhere… off-limits,” he whispered with a smirk.As he dressed, a thought crept in. “Any restaurant, any meal, no more checking prices.” He shook his head, still marveling. He decided against the cafeteria and dressed up, calling for a taxi to take him somewhere he’d always dreamed of going. “Brightwood shopping center, please,” he told the driver, a hint of excitement in his voice.The driver glanced at him through the mirror. “Big place. Got some fancy plans for the day?”“You could say that,” Max replied, smirking to himself. “I’m thinking of treating myself to the best lunch they’ve got.”The cab pulled up to the towe
As Max was overwhelmed with his life changing from poverty to rich heir. For a brief moment, his mind wandered back to Amanda. She’d left him without hesitation when she found someone who could provide the wealth and status she desired. The memory still stung, but now, with his life turned upside down, he couldn’t help but think about how much things had changed.With a faint, ironic smile, Max let himself imagine the idea of telling Amanda he was wealthy now and that he could afford to give her the luxuries she’d always wanted. May be she comes back to him and loves him more. But the thought only lasted a second, fading as he realized the futility of it. Even if he could have everything she wanted, she never truly loved him. Money couldn’t change that fact.“Max?” His grandfather’s voice brought him back to the present.Max turned to see his grandfather watching him, a knowing look in his eyes. “I’d like you to come by the company next week,” Richard said. “There’s a lot you nee
Max awoke in the plush king-sized bed, the softness of the mattress beneath him a sharp contrast to his usual lumpy dorm bed. He stretched, his body rested but his mind still struggling to accept the reality he was in.“Is this really happening?” he murmured to himself, shaking his head as he pushed back the covers.He wandered over to the tall, draped windows, pulling the heavy curtains aside. Sunlight flooded the room, revealing the expansive courtyard below. Manicured lawns, a stone fountain, and flowerbeds meticulously arranged around the property took his breath away. Max blinked, still trying to connect this sprawling estate with his own life.“Unbelievable... just yesterday I was drowning in debt,” he whispered.A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.“Come in,” he called, still staring out the window.The door opened quietly, and the butler, Mr. Harrison, stepped in, his posture as impeccable as his suit.“Good morning, Master Max. I trust you slept well?” Mr. Ha
Max sat in the big wooden chair, holding its arms so tight his hands turned white. His grandfather Richard had just told him he would inherit everything, and it felt like too much to handle."I... I can't do this," Max said quietly. "It's too much, too fast."Richard watched his grandson carefully. "It's okay, Max. Take your time. I know it's a lot to take in."Max thought about his college studies. "Grandfather, I have a question.""What is it?""I've been studying business for three years. We learned about all the big family businesses." Max looked confused. "But I never heard about the Montgomery family. Why is that, if we're so rich?"Richard smiled, looking proud. "That's a very smart question. You think like a true Montgomery."He got up and walked to a bookshelf. He pressed something, and the shelf moved to show a hidden room. "Come and look, Max."Max followed him into a room full of computers and files."Look at this," Richard pulled out a thick folder. "These are all the co
"This morning I was worried about making my rent payment, and now you're telling me I'm heir to... all this?" Max's voice trembled as he gestured at the vast office surrounding them.Richard leaned forward, his eyes filled with years of pain and hope. Richard leaned forward, his eyes glistening. "Yes, Max. You're the only surviving heir of the Montgomery family. Your parents—my son and daughter-in-law—they perished in the fire sixteen years ago."Max stood up abruptly, pacing the room. "Our enemies—business rivals who couldn't stand the Montgomery success—they plotted it all." Richard's hands clenched into fists. "They wanted to end our family line. But they failed because you survived.""How... how did you know I was alive?""I never found a body," Richard's eyes glistened. "I searched everywhere, followed every lead, no matter how small. For sixteen years, I chased shadows and whispers, hoping to find you."Max slumped back in his chair, overwhelmed. "The Hendersons—my foster
The black sedan slowed to a halt before an impressive golden gate. Max pressed his face against the window, his eyes tracing the ornate "Montgomery" inscription that gleamed in the afternoon sun."Is this really the place?" Max whispered to his companion."Indeed, sir," Harrison replied, lowering his window as a security guard approached."Good afternoon," the guard said crisply. "Identification and clearance papers, please."Harrison handed over a thick envelope. "We're expected. Mr. Max is here to see Mr. Montgomery."Max watched nervously as three different guards scrutinized their papers. Finally, the head guard nodded."Everything appears to be in order. Welcome to Montgomery Estate, sir," he said, stepping back as the massive gates began to swing open."This is insane," Max muttered, his eyes widening as they drove through. "I've never seen anything like this."Harrison chuckled. "Wait until you see the rest of it, sir."As they rounded the curved driveway, Max's jaw dropped. A
Max stared at the well-dressed man who had just bowed to him, his mind struggling to process what he'd just heard."I'm sorry, did you just call me 'Young Master'?" Max asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.The man maintained his dignified posture. "Indeed, I did, Young Master Max.""Look, about the fight," Max started, raising his hands defensively. "Those guys were harassing that woman. I know I shouldn't have gotten physical, but—""Please, there's no need to explain," the man interrupted gently. "I'm not a lawyer.""You're not?"Tears welled up in the man's eyes as he gazed at Max. "No, Young Master. I... I've finally found you. After all these years."Max let out a nervous laugh. "Found me? Is this some kind of joke?""I assure you, this is no joke," the man replied, his voice thick with emotion."Listen, I'm just a college student," Max said, shaking his head. "I can barely afford instant noodles. Whatever you think—""The explanations can wait," the man interjected
Max's head was spinning from the drinks when he felt someone grab his arm. A beautiful woman was holding onto him, shaking."Who are—" Max started to ask.BAM! The bar door flew open. Five big men rushed in, and their eyes locked onto the woman."Let her go," the biggest man growled, walking toward them. He had mean eyes and a nasty smile.Max's brain felt fuzzy from the alcohol, but he could tell something was very wrong. The woman grabbed his shirt tighter."Please help me," she whispered. "These men... they want to hurt me. My enemies sent them.""Hand her over," the big man said again.Max looked at the scared woman. Even drunk, he couldn't just give her to these thugs. "No," he said."Wrong answer." The big man reached for the woman.Max pushed his hand away. "I said no!"The leader took a step forward, his tone sharp. “I said, let her go. Don’t make me repeat myself.”“Please, don’t let them take me. They’ll do horrible things to me.” The woman pleaded him.Max hesitated, his pr