School the following day was as expected. Simply normal. But this changed when the news began to spread. April Freeman was now a millionaire. The whole college went up in flames. Everyone had so many questions to ask. Who was this Mr. Humble Bee? Just how rich was he? Why was he so obsessed with April? Why was he disguising himself? Attention began to quickly move from Amanda to April. Everyone suddenly wanted to be her friend. Everybody suddenly began to like her for ‘who she really was’. Nathan simply scoffed. Fakers! They would only love you when they knew they would get something in return from you. Their friendship was based on benefits. Bullshit! The news about April soon went round the whole college and beyond. Even the college principal had to question her for security reasons. They also offered to make her the school model for the year. This would mean that whenever a modelling company had a contract with them, April would be the model figure and she would
“Hey Fred, I did it! I was able to pummel David Lynch to purchase it! Now, talk to the echelons of the company. I want that same shoe to be recreated. It will no longer be a limited edition. I need the exact same shoe to be created for myself. You know, the charity gala is not going to be a funny one!” Fred smiled from the other end of his phone. “Smart you are, young master. Smart you are! I wonder what they would say when they find out that you are the sole owner of Reylux Footwear company. How foolish of David. He wants to make an impression. He is buying from us! Well, let's just hope his father would believe whatever lie he tells him this time!” Fred scoffed. The conversation continued and Nathan asked that Fred make his cars available by evening. The Charity Gala was just 2 days from now and Nathan would need to get familiar with his new ride. School was soon over and Nathan got home early. He couldn’t wait for the upcoming gala where he would get to bring old memories. A
Everyone turned around to look at the beauty queen as she walked down the hallway. It was none other than April. April had dressed elegantly to school that day and quickly stole the attention of everyone who looked at her. The reason? No one knew. “Oh look who it is trying to defend Reed. Tell me, April, are you also sleeping with the milkman?” Dave said and everyone burst into laughter. “And if I am? Would you beat me up? At least I would be better than your simp girlfriend who interrupted my date last night because she is a gold digger!” April spat loudly. Everyone gasped. Dave quickly stood up and walked to April. “What the fuck do you mean?” he asked. “Oh, your pretty angel didn’t tell you? She came all the way to D Royals just to see Mr. Humble Bunny. Tell me, Dave, if you are truly her boyfriend, why would she go out seeking attention from another man?” April asked loud and clear for everyone to hear. Everyone was shocked. Did Amanda really do it? Dave was furious and
As Nathan bumped on his bed after a cold shower, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to Marcus and Neil in their little group chat. “Hey guys. What are your plans for tomorrow? It’s the Mega event.” Nathan asked. “Well, bro. I doubt if I’d make it. I’m having financial issues. My dad just lost his job and I won’t be able to make any donation even if I wanted to. Y’all enjoy the gala!” Marcus replied. Neil sent his reply as well. “I’m coming, but I don’t even know, I don’t want to be embarrassed. I mean, there would be students from over 3 different universities coming over for the event. Who am I in the midst of over 50,000 students? I mean, come on, I don’t even have a car!” Nathan sent a sad emoji. He was truly sorry for his friends. They had always been there for him and now, it was his turn to show up for them. He now had all the money in the world and ideally, his dragonflies should be the first set of people to enjoy his wealth. “I’m sorry guys. Look, we are al
Hannover Grande was the biggest event centre in London. It was over 47,000 square feet and could host thousands of guests for various events ranging from conferences to concerts and gala dinners. With its grand architecture and luxurious amenities, Hannover Grande had become synonymous with sophistication and elegance in London's event scene. Fred had earlier informed Nathan that he had over 55% shares in the industry and his father was a well respected figure there. His presence always shook the building. Tonight, the grand hall of Hannover Grande became a sight to behold at the annual charity gala, drawing the city's crème de la crème. Opulent decorations, sparkling chandeliers, and lavish floral arrangements adorned the venue, casting an aura of luxury and grandeur. Draped in their most exquisite attire, guests graced the event with elegance that matched the splendour of the surroundings. From sleek evening gowns to impeccably tailored tuxedos, each attendee looked like they
The roaring sound of the Lamborghini Egoista could be heard from a distance. The car attracted so many people that they had to push through the crowd just to take pictures and videos. The Lamborghini Egoista which was worth $900 Million was the only car of its type in existence, making the value higher than any other car that drove the earth. This was a car that could be seen nowhere but the internet. Then who would be so fucking rich to drive that car to the charity gala? Who could this extra wealthy person be? They waited eagerly to see who this trillionaire was. Dave, Princess Anastasia, Charles and Amanda all stood on the sidelines, their curiosity piqued as they awaited the reveal of the mysterious owner of the Lamborghini Egoista. Each of them had their own reasons for attending the charity gala, but the unexpected arrival of such an extravagant vehicle had captured their attention. Anastasia could not believe her eyes. Her father had once talked about this vehicle and w
At first, Dave was speechless. He did not know what to say or how to act. He just stood in between Marcus, Neil and Nathan. Amanda could not believe her eyes. This was not the same Nathan she once knew. It felt like she was seeing a completely different soul like the guys in fantasy stories and movies. Everything about him changed. From his face to his charisma and every other feature that describes a perfect male. What happened to her ex? How did he suddenly become so rich, rich beyond their expectations? Amanda could literally feel her body vibrating. She began to regret the day she ever broke up with Nathan. She should have stayed. She could have stayed with him and enjoyed many more moments with him, including his newfound wealth. A drop of tear escaped her eye, but she made sure to quickly wipe it off before anyone would notice her demeanour. “What is this, Nathan? Are you crazy? Who are you trying to deceive? Me? Never!” Dave uttered enthusiastically. Nathan looked at hi
“David Lynch, $15 Million” Bubble Gum announced and she paused for a bit to confirm if she read that right. “Did someone just donate $15 Million!” Bubble Gum said without thinking twice. Murmurs began to fly silently through the cluster of stuents. They all turned back to look for who this rich dude was. But the mumurs were quickly drowned in the echo of the next announcement. “Charles Beckham, $18 Million” “Anastasia Hearst, $20 Miliion!” The speaker accounced with so much enthusiam mixed with confusion. She had to call for an attendant to ensure she wasn’t calling the figures wrongly. Three mighty individuals just contributed $53 Million at stretch. The three donors, Princess Anastasia, Dave and Charles were asked to signify themselves and the three of them stood up gently. Everyone began to applaud them immensely. Some students were extremely jealous, others were sad that while they couldn’t even afford a nice car, there were students who could literally just spend
Then, he pointed to some images of some really big and influential business men and women along with top tier kids with the X mark on them with a marker paint? Or blood? It didn’t matter. The message was clear. “Listen, Kamsi, the world is a gameboard,” Donald said, his tone cold and deliberate. “And every single player is either an asset or a liability. Those marked here…” —he gestured to the images with red Xs— “were liabilities. People who stood in the way of progress. My progress. And now, they’re nothing. Pew… Vanished like thin air!” Kamsi’s eyes scanned the board. She recognized some faces—politicians, CEOs, heirs to fortunes. People who, at one point, seemed untouchable. Yet here they were, reduced to mere trophies on Donald’s twisted scoreboard. “So, this is your playbook?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and disdain. “You decide who lives and who dies?” Donald smiled, a dark and knowing expression. “Not quite. I don’t kill for sport, Kamsi. I kill
“Where are you going child?” Asked Donald. Kamsi paused and turned around. “I’m going to kill Alex,” She said flatly. “Since you are not going to do anything even though I’ve told you all the things he did to me. So, I am going to take matters into my own hands!” Donald smiled and scoffed. He got up from his office chair, walked to the front of his table and sat on it. “Tell me how exactly you plan to do that child! You’re gonna just show up to his face and put a bullet through his skull?” He asked. “Well, yes. That is exactly what I am doing. I don’t think you understand the things he did to me. Every night for years I cried my lungs out! You’re becoming too weak and…” “Shh…” Donald shushed her and walked towards her. Then, he placed her head on his chest. “Let it out kid. Let it out.” “Now… now my fucking brother is dead and I was not the one who killed him. I deserved to be the one to take his life, Donald!” Kamsi's voice cracked as she buried her face in his chest. Her
“Who the fuck are you?” cried the dude in pain as he managed to pick himself up and ran away. Emily, seeing that their attack and defense system was weak, began to back off. “Fuck you! You are fighting for this ugly, bitch. This is not new to her, stupid. Her boyfriend does worse every day. Good luck saving her from herself and from her boyfriend. You are a fool!” Emily then ran along with the rest of them. Those words rang in Mr. Frost’s ear over and over again, ‘Her boyfriend does worse everyday!’ That explained so much. So much. Her innocent smile, the bag beneath her eye, the hesitation in her voice, and the way she deflected kindness—it all made sense now. Mr. Frost clenched his fists, his sharp mind processing every detail with surgical precision. He turned to Clara, who was slumped on the ground, her arms shielding her face as though bracing for more blows. “Clara,” he said softly, his tone stripped of its usual calculation, replaced with genuine concern. “It’s over. Yo
Emily glared at her but said nothing, muttering under her breath as she stalked off. Clara watched her leave, then returned to him with a faint, embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry about that. She’s… well, she can be difficult.” “It’s not your fault,” he replied, sipping his water. “But I appreciate your intervention.”Clara hesitated, then leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice how calmly you handled that. Most people would’ve made a scene.” He smirked faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “I’ve learned that making a scene rarely solves anything. Besides, it wasn’t worth the energy.” Clara nodded, studying him for a moment before straightening up. “Well, if you need anything else, just call for me.” Before she turned to leave, he stopped her. “Here, my card. If you want, I could fix you up to something tonight or anytime you are free. There are like just two of you left in this world and I feel compelled to compensate you! My na
He walked into the restaurant, blending seamlessly into the mundane hum of everyday life. His attire was plain—a worn jacket, a modest button-down shirt, and slacks that spoke of a man who had neither wealth nor prestige. It was all part of the act. He moved with an unassuming grace, each step measured, each movement calculated to ensure no one looked twice. Sliding into a seat near the window, he scanned the room. The clink of cutlery, the murmur of quiet conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air. It was a world that seemed to forget its troubles, even if just for a while. A young waiter approached, her notepad in hand. “Your order, sir?” she asked flatly, her tone betraying a routine she had repeated countless times that day and other days and probably all her life as a teenager. He looked up at her, a soft smile on his face, his eyes crinkling just enough to seem harmless. “Water,” he said simply. Her pen paused midair, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
“Mr. Donald, tell us, is it true?” “Are all the accusations true?” “Is it true that you orchestrated the death of Nathan Reed? That you put a bomb on his chopper?” “The public needs and answer, Mr. Aruthur!” Donald ignored all the questions, walking into the building facility like he was truly guillty, his face as stiff as the knot of his tie and the belt around his waist. He went straight into the reception area, his personal security walking besides and behind him, and then he demanded to see the CEO, Samuel Langford. Donald had so many reasons to point fingers at Samuel for the incident that happened to Nathan. He had every cause to believe that Samuel planned every detail so it would expose him to the world. After all, they were having an intense feud as he owed the Langfords over 100 Million Euros. “Sorry sir, you can not see Mr. Langford at the moment. He is occupied and is not accepting visitors that are not family members or important friends. And you would need
“Please, Emma! Please, I… I have to leave here! You can not keep me here like an animal. It’s been 3 weeks! Why are you doing this to me? As revenge? You know that you are the one in the wrong. You stole my fiance’s heart from me and…” “Sh… shhh!” Emma shushed her slowly, passing her meal through the lock box. Vanessa was getting wildly slim. She looked like a disaster in the body of a dejected camel craving for a drop of water from the sky, its neck stretched out and elongated. The once pretty, sleek Vanessa was now a shadow of her former self when she was still in abject poverty and suffering. “Come on now, Vanessa. You are asking the wrong questions and making the wrong lamentations. Don’t you wonder where your fiance has been all these weeks? Why he has not found you or called out an intense search. Guess what? He thinks you just went on a trip and he doesn’t fucking care about you, Vanessa!” Emma roared slyly. Vanessa clenched her fists together as she tried to control her
Dr. Hearst finally broke his silence, his voice calm but unsettling. “Donald is right about one thing—this isn’t random. Someone planned this, and they knew exactly what they were doing. A man like Nathan Reed doesn’t just… vanish unless someone wants him gone. But the real question is: why frame us?” Vivian crossed her arms, her sharp gaze fixed on the doctor. “You mean to tell me someone orchestrated all this just to spark a war between us and the Reeds’ allies? What kind of lunatic does that?” “One who stands to gain from it,” Hearst replied, his tone icy. A tense silence filled the room, thick with suspicion and paranoia. Donald broke it with a guttural growl. “Fine. I’ll find out who did it. And when I do, I’ll make sure they regret the day they were born. Nobody crosses Donald Arthur and gets away with it. Because I am already receiving calls and many of my investors and clients are withdrawing their funds from my company! I am going down!” He pointed to Enrique. “You are
“Breaking News! The city of London is reeling in shock and dismay as it faces one of the most heartbreaking losses in recent memory. Following the unprecedented open apology issued by Nathan Reed to Donald Arthur for disrupting his daughter’s wedding—a move that had already left many questioning his intentions—tragedy has struck in the most unimaginable way. Reports confirm that the private chopper carrying Nathan Reed, one of London’s most influential businessmen, exploded mid-air shortly after takeoff earlier today. Alongside Reed, the pilot and an unidentified passenger were also aboard the aircraft. Authorities have stated that there are no survivors. This catastrophic event comes on the heels of a series of baffling actions by Reed. Just weeks ago, he paid an eye-popping 100 million euros as compensation to Arthur, freed members of the Davenport family who were previously arrested, and was last seen visiting Donald Arthur’s estate in a surprising public gesture of reconciliati