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
The hall went a bit silent. Everyone was waiting for Mr. Humble Bunny to identify himself so that due recognition and praise would be ushered. But they waited and waited, and Nathan said nothing and did nothing. He remained silent and watched everyone search for him. He simply smiled and let mysteries remain mysteries, at least, for the time being. For some reasons, he did not desire to be identified as Mr. Humble Bunny just yet. He still had a lot on his plate. But Nathan was grateful to have made such donations to support the needy worldwide. He only wanted to add a bit of drama to his donation, and that was the reason why he summed up all the donations of Dave, Anastasia and Charles and made the exact same amount of donation. It would spice up the event and attract more guests for further events. “Okay, it looks like our generous donor, Mr. Humble Bee has decided to remain anonymous, and I must say, that is truly humble as his name implies. He is truly noble. Please, let's gi
It was none other than Nathan Reed. “Oh my fucking god! This isn’t happening!” “No way! Is that the orphan?” “I don’t understand what is going on. Do you know him?” “I do. I fucking do. He is.. I mean.. was a broke kid in my college. We often called him a church rat. It seems the rat has found gold in cheese.” “Hell yeah! That dude is fucking crazy!!” “$40 million for a sculpture? Dude must be a billionaire!” As Nathan rose up in the spotlight, the air around him became sophisticated. His aura and charisma flew across the whole room. Almost every damn girl in that hall was immediately drawn to him. His handsome face, his physique. They admired it. What even made it more memorable was that Kamsi, who was dressed like a goddess, stood beside him. They looked like the world’s best siblings. Nathan was then given a microphone to say something. Anything. “Um, hi. I’m happy to be of help. If this was 10 years ago, my sister and I would be clutching our hands as we watch
“Oh, hi, Amanda. What a surprise. The event is still ongoing.” Nathan said and gave off a mature smile. “Um.. hi, Nathan. Yeah. They are um.. simply making closing remarks. So, I.. you know.. came to see you off!” Amanda stammered. Nathan chuckled. See him off? Why? When did that start? Well, just a few seconds ago. “I appreciate your care, Amanda. Now, I have to get going. And you also need to get back. Your boyfriend must be waiting for you!” Nathan said and smiled. “Umm.. no no. It’s fine. So, um.. I see things are working just fine for you now. It’s cool!” Amanda said. Nathan understood her reason for being here and what she wanted. He was no fool. She now has a boyfriend and he has to respect that fact. He wouldn’t want to pry into the relationship of two people. “Well, Amanda, hard work does pay, doesn’t it? And oh, things have always been working for me. I mean, I had everything I needed; my loved ones. I only had to change the trajectory.” He responded. Amanda
Nathan was brutally tired. He had expected to have a good time at the gala event, but it was ruined by Dave and he was understandably angry. Nathan had never done anything to upset Dave, well, except the time when Nathan beat Dave mercilessly for stealing his babe. But those were bygones and Nathan now had a new life. He just wanted to live alone and happy, But Dave had pushed him to the wall and now, he was going to pay for it. He pulled out his phone and called Fred. “How many percentage of shares do you mention that we own in Mr. Lynch’s company, Fred?” “65% of shares, young master. We have 65% of shares in D Royals eat out. Is there something wrong, young master?” Fred asked. “I want you to take back all the shares in the company and close any further dealings with Mr. Lynch. If he is smart enough to beg you, offer to buy his business and make him the manager. His pay should be fair. All the documents of the purchased company should be sent to me!” Nathan said angrily.
Nathan was shocked to his bones as he saw those images. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked up at the principal. He looked through her eyes and read her expression. She wasn’t so convinced that the young man sitting before her was truly capable of such a hideous crime. “Come on, Mrs. Heather, you do not possibly believe this, do you? This is a fake image. It is clearly a photoshopped image. Why would I ever loot a car? It is not even possible!” Nathan explained. “I believe you are telling the truth, Nathan. But belief is not enough. The company reached out to us today and informed us that the very car you drove to the gala last night was a stolen property and they have no record of selling that car to any individual.” Mrs. Heather kindly explained. “This is ridiculous. I…” “Hold it there, young man! You are a thief and a liar. Everything you say and do is fake. Is it even possible for a student as broke and incompetent as you to be able to purchase a car worth $900 Millio
“Young man, you are a thief, is that so hard to see? Just plead guilty, turn in the car and serve a few months of punishment. If you keep refusing to cooperate, things will only get worse for you,” the officer said sternly, his tone brooking no argument. Nathan sat in the interrogation room, his hands clenched into fists. He was disappointed with the fact that even the police could not dig into this matter and ensure that both parties were heard from. Or maybe they did dig into the matter and found out the truth, but they were too greedy to refuse a bribe. They chose to turn a blind eye due to their own interests or the influence of powerful individuals involved. The company had definitely met up with them and they had definitely made an alliance. For real though, when the company heard that a little college kid had ownership of the most expensive car they ever made, they knew that was a quicksand to quickly drown the young boy in. Who would believe a young college kid anyway? W
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