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 towering, glass-walled center, and memories flooded back.
He smiled ruefully, remembering all those times Amanda had visited this place, always excited for “just a little shopping.”
“She’d always ask me to come in,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“I’d just hand over cash I didn’t have and sit outside, waiting. For what?” He chuckled dryly. “Trying to buy her happiness. Who was I kidding?”
But then, standing there, a realization hit him.
“Wait—I own this now. This is my family’s business.” He looked up at the sleek building, an amused smirk forming.
“Amanda would have loved that. But all those times I felt small? I get it now… I was never lacking; I just didn’t have the money.”
A breeze blew past, rustling his shirt, and he took a breath.
“Weird how now that I can afford the most expensive restaurant.”
The taxi drove off, leaving him standing there, and as he walked up to the entrance, he felt a calm settle over him, a feeling of belonging.
He paused, taking in the view one last time before stepping forward.
“And there’s nothing, or no one, here who can make me feel small again.”
As Max approached the gleaming entrance of the upscale shopping center, a security guard stepped in front of him, blocking his way with a disdainful look.
“Whoa, where do you think you’re going, buddy?” the guard asked, his eyes sweeping over Max’s worn-out jacket and faded jeans.
“Inside,” Max replied calmly, trying not to let the guard’s sneer get under his skin. “I’m here for lunch.”
The guard let out a harsh laugh. “Lunch? Here? You’ve got to be kidding me. Look, this isn’t the kind of place for… people like you.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled ten-dollar bill, waving it in front of Max. “Here, take this, find yourself a nice little burger shack down the road. Should be enough to get you a combo meal.”
Max’s face reddened as he stared at the money in the guard’s hand.
“I don’t need your money, and I don’t need your judgment,” he shot back, crossing his arms defiantly.
“I’m just here for a meal, like any normal customer.”
The guard smirked, crossing his arms as well.
“Normal customer? Look at you. This place is for people who can actually afford to eat here, not for guys pretending to play rich. Why don’t you save yourself the embarrassment?”
Max clenched his fists, his pulse racing with irritation. “You’re judging me based on my clothes? That’s ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous?” The guard laughed even louder, drawing the attention of a few shoppers passing by.
“No, what’s ridiculous is you thinking you could afford even a sip of water in there. You’re not fooling anyone, pal.”
Nearby, Emily Rose, she recognized the man who had saved her few days back.
She was listening the chaos, that was created in between the guard and her savior.
Max could see that the guard’s taunts were starting to draw a small crowd, and the guard only seemed to get bolder.
“Look,” the guard continued, his voice dripping with contempt, “either take the ten bucks or turn around and walk. I’m giving you a chance to save face here, alright?”
Max took a steadying breath, doing his best to keep his cool.
“What if I told you I actually could afford to eat here?”
The guard rolled his eyes.
“Oh, sure. And I’m next in line for the royal throne. Look, let’s cut the act. You’re just a broke college kid trying to look fancy for a minute. Don’t waste my time, alright?”
Max’s jaw tightened as he felt his patience slipping.
“You don’t know a thing about me. Just because I’m not dressed in designer doesn’t mean I don’t belong here.”
The guard scoffed, stepping closer with a mocking grin.
“You’re right, I don’t know you, and I don’t care to. But I’ve seen your type before—guys who walk around acting like they own the place when they can barely scrape together bus fare. How about you just leave before I make you?”
Max’s face hardened. “And what exactly would you do if I am a real customer?”
The guard snickered, his expression smug.
“Oh, let me tell you what I’d do. If you could actually afford a meal in this place, I’d be willing to eat a toilet from the restaurant!”
The crowd chuckled at the guard’s comment, a few people even encouraging his taunts.
Max felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, his gaze shifting from the guard to the onlookers who seemed to find this all so amusing.
He took a steady breath, reaching into his pocket.
“You sure about that?” he asked, his voice icy.
“Absolutely,” the guard laughed, crossing his arms. “Go ahead, big shot. Prove it!”
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
The clock on the dorm room wall ticked past 8 PM. Max hunched over his desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, when Peter burst through the door, his phone clutched tightly in his hand."Max, dude! You gotta check this out!" Peter exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.Max glanced up from his studies, his expression weary. "What's going on?""Johnson Kingsley's throwing this insane pool party. It's all over FTF," Peter explained, waving his phone. "The livestream's blowing up!""That's great, Pete," Max replied, his tone lackluster. He turned back to his books, his scholarship weighing heavily on his mind.Peter frowned, stepping closer. "Come on, man. Don't you want to see what's happening?"Max shook his head. "Can't afford to waste time. These grades won't keep themselves up.""Fair enough," Peter shrugged, flopping onto his bed. He scrolled through his phone for a moment before sitting bolt upright. "Holy crap! Max, you're not gonna believe this!"Despite himself, Max's cur
Max pedaled furiously, his heart pounding as he arrived at the pool party fifteen minutes later. The sound of loud music and laughter filled the air, but he had no time to focus on that. His only mission was to find Amanda. Pushing through the crowd, he tried to keep calm, but a group of familiar faces spotted him."Hey, look! It's the campus charity case," one of the guys sneered, pointing at Max like he was a circus act."What's up, Rags-to-No-Riches?" asked someone else with a mean grin. Are you here to bring us food or take away our trash?"Everyone in the group started laughing. A third person spoke up and said, "Nah, man. I think he's just here to look through the trash himself." "You need to get dressed, right?"He clenched his hands and ground his teeth, but Max didn't stop. He had to find Amanda. Even though the words hurt, he wouldn't back down.At that very moment, Johnson's words boomed over the loudspeaker, making everyone pay attention. "You look more beautiful than an
“How dare you hit me!” Johnson roared, his face twisted with fury. “You filthy rat! You dare challenge me?” His voice boomed across the poolside, dripping with disdain.The crowd, previously in shock, quickly rallied behind him, their support adding to Johnson's inflated ego.“Look at this cockroach!” Johnson sneered, pacing around Max like a predator sizing up his prey. “You think you can fight me? You’ve been scurrying in the dirt your whole life!”Laughter erupted from the crowd. “He’s about to get squashed!” someone shouted.“Yeah, show him who’s boss, Johnson!” another chimed in.Johnson flexed his arms dramatically, turning to the crowd. “This rat thinks he’s a lion now, huh?” he spat, pointing at Max. “But all I see is a mangy stray dog, begging for scraps!”The crowd whooped and hollered, eagerly anticipating the fight.“You’re nothing but a street mutt,” Johnson continued, his voice brimming with arrogance. “I’ve trained with the best, and you? You’ve been running from garbag
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
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
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
"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