“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 with Tesla. “Yes sir. Those are but a few! Reed’s name also has shares in other companies. So, yearly revenue exceeds $9 Trillion and above.” Nathan's head was spinning as he processed the staggering figures and the magnitude of his inheritance. It was as if he had been thrust into a world he had only ever dreamed of, yet now it lay at his feet, waiting for him to claim it. It just felt unreal. Like he was in a trans. "And these papers?" Nathan pressed, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up from the documents to meet the lawyer's gaze. "These papers are the transfer of ownership documents for each of these companies, sir," the lawyer replied, his tone professional yet tinged with a hint of reverence. "Your father stipulated in his will that when you are finally found, you should officially inherit control of his entire business empire. You are the heir to Reed’s Trillion Dollar Empire!” Nathan's heart pounded in his chest as he realised the weight of the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. He had always known he was meant for something greater, but he had never imagined it would be like this. "Are you ready to sign, sir?" the lawyer asked, his pen poised over the documents. Nathan hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the world bearing down on him. But then he squared his shoulders and nodded resolutely. "Yes," he said firmly, reaching out to take the pen from the lawyer's hand. "I'm ready." Nathan signed the documents and just like that, he was automatically a Billionaire and more. It still felt unreal to him. Papa Sam smiled as he saw Nathan’s hands shaking while he signed the papers. He understood that such figures scared the young man, and he was about to shake that fear away from him! He would show him what true wealth meant. If Nathan was not used to big figures like these, he would have problems dealing with clients and other top investors. To solve that problem, he called out to Fredrick. “My son here will have to know every car out there. To begin, take him to the Basement Parking and let him have a look around. Whichever car strikes his interest should be prepared for him immediately. Make sure he knows everything about the car!” ‘Basement parking?’ ‘Whichever car?’ Nathan tried to imagine if what he saw in the movies and read in books were real. Where a person has an underground park filled with over 10 or more cars. It felt like an illusion and just a screenplay. Yet, Nathan, who was still in his tattered looking dress, got up and knelt down to thank Papa Sam, but his grandfather quickly used his walking stick to strike him on his shoulder. “Do you know your worth now, son? The house you are standing in belongs to you. You are the heir to the Reed’s Empire. You are no longer an average university student, son. You are now a billionaire. Act like one!” Papa Sam warned lovingly. Nathan couldn’t just get to see himself owning billions and trillions. It all came as a shock to him. But eventually, he would have to deal with it. He would have to accept that this was not some story or movie. It was real life. Reality! ‘Oh Kamsi! We are now rich! Our story has changed. Our teardrops have turned into billions!’ Nathan cried out in his mind as he gently held the exclusive debit card in his hand. After a few seconds in the high-tech elevator, Nathan Reed and Fredrick finally got to an opening. As soon as Fredrick stepped foot into the opening, the lights automatically turned on. “Hey, Alexa. Meet your new boss, Sir Nathan Reed!” Fredrick said immediately. Nathan didn’t give attention to the welcoming of a tech woman’s voice from nowhere. His attention was quickly drawn in by the tens of cars lined up neatly on every side of the basement. He just stood there, his mouth wide open. “Alright young master. There are 75 cars here and 55 of them are direct products of LetFord, your automobile company. If you look at this one for example..” Fred pointed to one of the cars. “That right there is Reed's logo! So, which car sparks your interest, sir?” Nathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Papa Sam said he was now a billionaire. So, he had to act like one. He shouldn’t act too surprised and amazed. He should see these cars for what they are – cars. “Okay, Fredrick. I’d like to pick the Lamborghini Huracan. I watch it in movies and always admired its sleek design and powerful performance," Nathan declared, his voice tinged with newfound confidence. Fredrick nodded approvingly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Excellent choice, sir. The Lamborghini Huracan is indeed a remarkable vehicle. Follow me, I'll show you the customization options available for your new ride." As they approached the chosen car, Nathan couldn't help but marvel at its stunning appearance. The sleek lines, the roaring engine, and the luxurious interior all spoke of a lifestyle he had only ever dreamed of. “Damn! This isn’t happening!” He said out loud. He just couldn’t help it. The transition was blade sharp. “Oh but it is, sir!” Fred chuckled. "Now, sir, with your permission, let's step inside and I'll walk you through the customization process," Fredrick said, opening the door of the Lamborghini with a flourish. Nathan nodded eagerly, his heart racing with excitement. As he settled into the driver's seat, he couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face. This was just the beginning of his journey into the world of wealth and power. He looked at the passenger’s seat. It was empty. If only Amanda had been with him! He would have spoiled her and made the queen of all queens in Luxton. But well, bad things do happen for a reason right? Over the next hour, Fredrick guided Nathan through the myriad options available for customising his new car. From selecting the perfect colour scheme to adding personalised touches like monogrammed seat covers and state-of-the-art technology upgrades, Nathan was in awe of the endless possibilities. For the first time in his life, Nathan felt truly alive. The wind in his hair, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and the knowledge that he was now a billionaire filled him with a sense of exhilaration he had never known before. As soon as Nathan stepped out of the luxurious bathroom in his luxurious room, his old phone rang out. He quickly went to pick it up. It was Marcus. He had bad news. “Shit! When?!” “This ain’t happening! Nooo!”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
As soon as he arrived in class, he went straight to his seat to avoid everyone. He wasn’t scared of them, at least not anymore. He just wanted to live his life in peace. After what happened that day, he felt a bit off looking at his classmates in their faces. He had no energy for unnecessary stress. “Hey church rat! Nice clothes. Bet you usedYour donation to get yourself new clothes!” Someone suddenly spoke from the back. Oh, not again. Nathan sighed and facepalmed. But he was relaxed and didn’t panic like before. He simply closed his eyes as he was already tired from yesterday’s event. He didn’t want to entertain more stress. All he wanted was to attend lectures and return home. After contemplating for a while back at home, Nathan really wanted to simply put on his old outfit. The urge to wear the new clothes he bought was not there. Again, he knew it would bring attention to himself. Either negatively or positively. But he went ahead to wear it. And he was right. “He’s
Clara hid, making sure she did not make a sound or he would destroy her life finally. “Asshole! Where are you? Come out now or I’ll slice your throat when I see you!!” He screamed, holding a knife in his hand. He was really not bluffing. Slicing people's throats was not a new thing to him. He had done so much more. He had been arrested over and over again. But his rich dad would always bail him out. “Murder is in my blood!” He said out loud. “And you know this, yet you chose to allow another man to drive you and even have sex with you!!” He roared, scattering the room. From where she hid, Clara could only pray for her almost lifeless soul. Sex?! She barely even knew the guy, not to mention that she blatantly rejected his offer to help her. The truth is, Clara liked his personality. She couldn’t even recall his name, but he made a lasting impression on her. He literally fought for her at her workplace, something that nobody, not even her so-called boyfriend, had ever done.
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