The walls of the interior was breathtaking! Nathan kept scanning through the wonders of the art and architecture. There was always a sight to behold on every corner and on evey wall.
But he was eager to meet this person who would just give the order to bail him out of prison and who has been waiting for him for years now. It was going to be an absurd story he couldn’t wait to hear. Or could it be his dad? Nathan had no single idea where he came from. All he knew was that he grew up in an orphanage. As to who took him and his sister there and how the whole situation unfolded, he never asked and was never told. So he sub-consciously kept things that way! He just stuck to the belief that his parents must have been dead a long long time ago! After walking inside the billion dollar house for a while, Fred, Nathan and a security guard came to a big hefty door. The door looked ancient, but it was rich. There were chunks of gold that sparkled, reflecting aura and wealth. “It’s time to meet your Grandfather, young master! He has been waiting!” “Wait, Grandfath..?” Fred opened the door to a huge cozy room before Nathan could complete his sentence. Seated on a couch in the middle of the room was a man. He wasn’t alone. He was with a woman who seemed to be a nurse. She was checking his vitals. That could mean only one thing. The man was old indeed. “Grandmaster! Your grandson is home! He has returned!” Fred accounced with a satisfactory smile. Nathan was still trying to phantom everything that was unfolding before his very eyes. He has a grandfather? The man slowly turned back to look at the people in his room. There was Fred, there was a security officer and there was.. a young man who was a bit blurry from the distance. The grandmaster must have had eye problems that came with old age. “Pass me my glasses, Rose!” The man motioned to his nurse. As soon as he could see clearly, he rose to his feet and began walking to Nathan Reed who was just watching in confusion. The old man finally walked up to him. He began touching his face and his eyes and his hair. Nathan felt slightly uncomfortable. Why would an old man touch him like he was some kind of pet? The answer lay beyond the tears that were already dropping from the old man’s eyes. Swiftly, he grabbed Nathan and hugged him tightly. “My son! You are alive! I knew you never died! Oh, your father gave everything to search for you!” The old man sobbed. “My father? Where am I sir? Who are you? What is going on?” Nathan asked respectfully. He was not supposed to be here. He was too poor to even fit in here. His clothes, his shoes. He felt off! “You can call me Papa Sam! Come, sit! Let me tell you what happened!” The man offered. “Your father, Reed, my son. He was the best. He loved you and your sister. She was still a baby back then and you were a bit older. When um, your grandmother died, your father took his family for the burial event. And um..” the man began to shed tears. “While the plane was still in transit, there was a pilot error. He was drugged and there was a plane crash! The plane went into the Klenat river and many people died. Others went missing. Your mother died as well. But your father managed to survive. He never found you and your sister! He died of heart failure 2 years later! He believed you were out there somewhere! He made me promise to find you wherever you were.” Papa Sam ended his story halfway. The room was getting too emotional. “But look, we finally found you and your sister! It’s what matters now! I’m sorry I didn’t find you earlier. You had to go through a lot because of me!” Nathan could not say anything in return. He was quiet all through. The story made sense, but didn’t. Then why didn’t he remember all these things? Did the accident cause him to have memory loss? “Well, there’s a lot of things for you to do, young man. A lot of documents to sign, a lot of paperwork and companies that are under your name. Your father made sure every single one of his multi billion dollar companies be handed over to the right person! His son!” “Sir, quit playing games. What do you mean? I’m just a poor boy living hand to mouth to pay my school fees!” Nathan said quickly to defend himself. “Well, you’ll see. For now, let’s make sure you never wear these types of clothes again! How much do you have in your account, son?” Nathan couldn’t respond. He just lowered his head in shame. The money left in his account was about $197. Without waiting for his response, Papa Sam whispered something into Fredrick’s ear and in the blink of an eye, Fred disappeared and reappeared with a slim black box. He walked over to Nathan and opened the box. Inside the box was a card; a black bank card. “In that card is $20,000,000,000. That is one of the many debit cards that is legally yours, son. But for now, you need to get yourself new clothes and shoes. Kamsi will be settled. As time goes on, when you have mastered the art of the business, everything will be handed over to you!” Nathan immediately stood up. His face turned pale! “20,000,000,000?!!!” He gasped deeply. Rays of shock emitted from his face. Papa Sam chuckled. “Why are you surprised son? There’s more!”“What are these papers for?” Nathan asked the lawyer who was seated perfectly on the chair on the other side of the desk as he scanned the series of documents in his hand. “Well, sir, your father. Mr. Daniel Reed, owned many companies. He ranked 4th on the list of world billionaires before he died, though he decided to remain anonymous.” “These companies included NECA, the art-tech company worth over $190 Billion, LetFod; the automobile company worth over $680 Billion, Brymid; the hospital chain worth over $300 billion, and numerous other ventures spanning various industries," the lawyer explained, his voice carrying the weight of the immense wealth and responsibility being passed on to Nathan. “Hold on. Did you say NECA?” Nathan asked calmly. He remembered that NECA was the company who sponsored his scholarship examination into Luxton University. He also knew LetFord. In business class, they always used it as an example for top automobile companies in the world, even competing
Mornings in the opulent Reeds’ mansion were usually quiet and boring. Especially Monday mornings like today. Only lawn caretakers, security guards and other service workers could be seen walking around the building. But it was different today. Kamsi was seen playing with Papa Sam on the playground close to the huge garden. Kamsi was the happiest she’d ever be. She was getting better and stronger. Papa Sam had promised to take her to amusement parks of her choice anytime she wanted. She was now rich and would be able to get everything she had always dreamed of having. This sight made Nathan happy. In fact, the bed he slept on felt like an automatic massager. It was just so comfy. The AC made his sleep smooth. He also found out that he had Alexa in his room and so he decided to sleep with a soft R&B by Billie Eilish to remember fragments of memories from his life with Amanda. But his happiness was short-lived. Marcus had called him the night before to remind him of the schoo
“He’s a loser and a brokie, sir! He shouldn’t even be allowed in this college!” Dave shouted. After a series of tough questioning, Mr. Donald finally let Nathan go. Being a smart kid, he was able to answer all of the professors' questions. This made Dave heat up, but Nathan didn’t care. He was feeling on top of the world. At this point, he could literally buy the whole of Luxton university and it wouldn’t cost him anything. From time to time, he would exchange glances with Amanda. He honestly loved her and he had always thought she felt the same. They never kissed, not even once. But Nathan was okay with it. The thought of just having one of the campus beauties as his girlfriend was more than enough for him. But he learned in a painful way that she was just a gold digger who would follow any man with money. If only she had stayed with him, her life would have been better. He shut his eyes in slight pain for Amanda and disgust for Dave. He was going to make sure they paid
Nathan pulled out his iPhone and called Fred immediately. “I was embarrassed in public today. Is this a joke? What is going on?” Nathan started. He couldn’t shake off the feeling knowing that now, everyone would be right about him. He was just a broke kid. But Fred’s response was shocking. “Sir, you are aware that the card in your possession is an exclusive card. This means that the card cannot be used just anywhere. Being an exclusive card, it can only be used in luxurious places like restaurants, hotels and shopping malls!” Fred explained to him everything in detail. This calmed Nathan down a bit. “But for minor purchases, young master, you can simply use the funds in your bank. A transfer of $1,000,000,000 has been sent to your account. In places where you cannot use your exclusive debit card, you can always switch!” Nathan began to walk out of the school with so much confidence and determination. He was secure. Whatever had happened today was a positive thing. It show
To everyone’s absolute surprise, Nathan pulled out a black card and swiped his card in the machine, waiting to hear the beep sound. Nathan slowly began to entertain fear. He remembered what happened to him just hours ago. He was publicly embarrassed after he couldn’t make a single donation. If this doesn’t work out too, then it would be the.. “Transaction successful!” The lady on the counter said scarily. Her hands shook as she held the VIP card and handed it over to Nathan. She gulped in saliva countless times. Many things might have been running through her mind. She must have wondered how a young man like Nathan could be this rich! Why would he spend $1,000,000 on a membership card? Why he looked tattered and wasn’t dressed up as the billionaire he was. She wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Other people in the restaurant began whispering about it. They couldn’t believe that the person whom they were irritated with just purchased a Gold card. It was insane and surreal
“Wait, you know him?” Nathan asked surprisingly. Selene quickly lowered her head and bit her lips. “You broke up with me to date this poor rat? Do you even know who he is? He’s an orphan and a brokie. He has no penny and he’s a nobody! I’m fucking sure he has been lying to you just as he lied that he wanted to donate back in school! He’s just a brokie!” Nathan was disappointed, sad and mad. He didn’t know what to feel especially seeing that his ex-girlfriend, Amanda joined in the insult. Turning to Selene, he asked the question. “You know him?” He asked her calmly. “Shut the fuck up and leave this place! You don’t belong here. Look at your clothes and shoes! I don’t even know who let you in here!” Dave roared. Selene's eyes darted nervously between Nathan and Dave, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden tension. She shifted uneasily on her feet, unsure of how to handle the situation. Nathan's expression hardened, his disappointment palpable as he processed Amanda's presen
“Excuse me?” Nathan began, having a calm, unbothered look on his face. He was angry to an extent. “I said you ain’t welcomed here. This is no place for kids and brokies. There are more important people who needs to occupy your space. So, move out, boy!” A man in his late thirties barked at Nathan. The man was obviously just a personal bodyguard of one of the attendees. But Nathan simply ignored him and continued watching the pretty lady as she exhibited her sneakers. He was really drawn to her work of art that he decided to buy it when it would be bid. Nathan has spent many years of his life wearing worn out shoes. He never had the chance to wear a good shoe like the one that lady was displaying. Now that he was rich beyond imagination, he would love to have that kind of shoe on his feet or just as a work of a talented artist in his home. Nathan recalled his billion dollar Reed apartment where he found out that he was a wealthy heir. In that house, there were countless piece
“Damn! It slipped my mind!” Nathan said as he rushed to finish up the project. “Hey dude. What’s with you lately?” Neil asked Nathan as he copied his answers. “Yeah, man. I mean, you haven’t been around lately. You’ve been acting differently dude. What’s going on man?” Marcus voiced out. Nathan sighed, trying to wrap his head around everything that has been happening in his life lately. He hasn’t been there for his friends since he discovered his newfound wealth. He has been too busy getting his new self to sync with and upgrade the old Nathan. “Look, guys. It’s um.. it’s nothing much. After what Amanda did to me, all I want to do is just stay away from everyone. My life’s fucked up man. I just wanna clear my head!” Nathan feigned pity. He was right, but only to an extent. He for many reasons decided to keep his wealth to himself for the meantime. He hated attention and fame. But soon, Amanda, David, Luxton University and the whole world will know who he truly is! The h
The sky was beautiful. It always had been, and it always would be. But today, Mr. Frost took some time to admire the sun. He sat quietly, crossed his legs, and let out a heavy sigh, sipping his cocktail, feeling the cool air brush his face. It was refreshing, but it only brought back memories—sad ones. He stared out into the vast horizon, wishing for something more, something to end the emptiness that had consumed him. Beside him were three empty chairs: one to his left, another to his right, and one directly in front of him. One was for Kamsi, the other for his wife, Candace, and the last for Fred—the only man who had ever been more than an assistant. Fred had been a father to him, a rock in his storm. They were all gone now. Kamsi, alive, but slowly fading, and Fred and Candace—probably watching him from the heavens. It had been months, even years. He had fought, fought with everything in him, trying to move on, but his life was far from happy. It was as if he were living someo
The girl didn’t flinch. “No, sir. But I know you’re someone who can afford to buy a pen. Maybe even two.” Samuel smirked, impressed by her quick wit. “Clever. Fine, I’ll take one. How much?” “Fifty dollars.” Chris nearly choked on his saliva. “Fifty?! For a pen? Is it made of gold?!” Samuel chuckled darkly. “Fifty dollars for a pen. Bold move. I like that.” He pulled out his wallet, handed her a crisp hundred-dollar bill, and waved off her attempt to give him change. “Keep it,” he said. “Consider it an investment in your entrepreneurial spirit. Or your acting career—whichever comes first.” The girl nodded, slipping the money into her pocket. “Thank you, sir. May your enemies always trip over their own feet.” Samuel let out a sharp laugh. “I like her.” He watched as she disappeared into the crowd. “Chris, remind me to hire her in ten years if she doesn’t end up running the world by then.” “Yes, sir,” Chris grumbled as he hit the accelerator. “And remind me to install tinted win
Samuel Langford sighed briefly. His driver could smell the anger under his breath, tapping his foot gently on the floor of his car. He was enraged, ready to tear Donald Aurthur open. He brought out his phone and began to record a message. “Donald! 48 hours was the only time you had. I have been a sheep, a calm man to you. But see, my dad taught me how to be a wolf where necessary. Brace yourself, Donald, I am on my way to collect what you owe. No more excuses, no more delays. And no, I am not coming with a peace treaty!" Samuel's voice was calm yet icy, his words dripping with controlled fury. "Your games end today." He paused the recording, his finger hovering over the send button. He clenched his jaw, in anger. His son had told him that this was exactly what was going to happen. But guess he was softener even than his own son. For too long, Donald Aurthur had taken advantage of his patience. It was time to remind the man who he was dealing with. "Drive faster," Samuel instruc
But all of those were now wishes. All he could do now as weep and wonder what kind of life Donald would set for his sister. Donald owed him and he had just 20 hours left. A dramatic event was about to happen. Donald would be exposed and the Langfords would finally end him. Other men, women and children who once admired Nathan Reed weeped at Mr. Frost’s emotional speech. The announcment of the grande reveal of the Genesis Project came with an intoxication of excitement and sorrow. Overall, it was the perfect speech. People were glad to know that the Genesis project was complete. Though it has not been opened and inaugurated, thousands of people were already waiting in line to invest, rent, buy and do anything possible to be part of a new life, a new city. And Kamsi? Her eyes were swollen and red. She had cut her hair in agony. She found herself crying in her room for her brother with so much enthusiasm. She had been planning on killing him, on taking her revenge on him. But now, sh
The camera zoomed in on him. His face was stoic, unreadable, a man who held the power of a thousand empires in his gaze. “And as for Nathan Reed,” Mr. Frost said, a shadow crossing his face. “I will honor him. I will honor the man who gave us this chance, who built the foundation upon which we will all stand. His legacy is my responsibility now. His dream is my reality.” There was a brief pause before he added, almost in a whisper, “And no one will ever forget Nathan Reed. He may be gone, but his soul lives in The Genesis Project. He will return!” Dave and Anastasia watched from their end, having mixed feelings. It was emotional, but they hated the fact that though dead, Nathan somehow found his way to rise above them. Dave had always hated Nathan. Perhaps it was time to let the hate go. Or maybe not. From the Davenport end, no one said a word as they all sat in silence watching as Mr. Frost spoke. Anita was no longer part of the family. She had found her trajectory in life, a
“Breaking News!” The reporter had a smile on her face. Her grin was wide enough to cover the entire screen. “9 years ago, a young genius came up with the most astute, revolutionary idea the world has ever seen. The late Mr. Nathan Reed was the mastermind behind ‘The Genesis Project,’ the world’s largest and most ambitious urban development to date. He partnered with Elon Musk’s Empire, bringing the idea to life with the help of his brilliant mind and vision. But today, we stand at the dawn of a new era. The project that started as a dream is now a reality — a mega city, capable of housing millions, designed with state-of-the-art technology, sustainability, and innovation at its core. In an astonishing turn of events, the project has now been completed under the leadership of the mysterious Mr. Frost, who has taken over from Mr. Reed’s legacy. Sources say Mr. Frost, who inherited control of Elon Musk’s empire, has personally overseen the final stages of the Genesis Project. Whi
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