The man was shaking. He clutched his phone tightly and refused to release it to Nathan. “You know what? Fuck you! Who gave you the authority to be judge over my family? Are you even a fucking lawyer or a cop?” the man spat, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. Nathan remained calm, his gaze unwavering. “I’m neither, but I am someone who values justice and integrity. Now, hand over your phone. We had an agreement.” The crowd around them murmured, the tension in the air was getting thicker. They already knew that the bastard was the one with the same money he was looking for. His body movements were clearly expressed. Suddenly, he raised his hand and smashed his phone on the ground, shattering it to a hundred pieces. “There you have it, loser. What do you have on me now? I am fucking innocent. What will you tell the police when you have no proof. If you need my phone, there it is on the floor lying next to your fucking leg.” the man laughed and was about to move, but t
“Look, son. You should not go around fucking any lady you see, come on!” Becca complained. “She isn’t just anybody, Becca. She is a fucking celebrity. Don’t you know her?” Dave flared up. “And why would you just barge into my room that way? Should I not have some privacy?” Becca grunted. “I am your stepmom, Dave. You should stop calling me by name. And I thought you already have a girlfriend. Why give yourself to another woman?” “Look, stepmom. I have a student bouquet to attend and I am running late. If you are not coming with me, then it’s fine, I’ll go on my own. When I return, I will fuck you hard for not going with me!” Dave said and grabbed his phone from the table and his car keys, then he forcibly pulled himself to Becca and kissed her. “You should stop being silly, you know. Your father might catch us. Come home early for dinner!” She announced loudly and chuckled as Dave left the mansion. Dave drove to Amanda’s house to pick her up as always. He dashed into her ap
Nathan Reed, a 20 years old 6 '2 student, dressed elegantly in a black expensive suit marched majestically onto the stage. His walking steps were perfect like he calculated his every movement. His chiselled jawline was still visible even from a distance. His black hair glowed and his face was like that of a god. “Hi.” He began. His voice immediately resonated around the room. It was deep and thick, commanding respect. Almost every single girl in the room began to drool over Nathan. “Is that the Nathan Reed from Luxton college?” “The one who was accused of stealing the Egoista?” “Yes! He.. I don’t understand. Was he just framed?” “Is that milkman? He was arrested. How then..” Many questions, but so little answers. “I am Nathan Reed, but some of you know me as Mr. Humble Bunny!” Nathan exclaimed. David’s eyes widened. As well as Anastasia’s and Charles’. But Charles was more excited than scared. “So he is the Bunny guy? The guy who donated $53 Million at the gala?”
“Oh, hey Selene. What are you doing here alone?” Dave asked as he hugged her calmly. All the while, Amanda was observing his every move with contempt. “What am I doing here? I’m doing the same thing you’re doing here, dancing! Wanna dance?” She chuckled and extended her hand towards him. Dave hesitated for a moment, glancing up to see Amanda still staring at Nathan. His frustration boiled over, and he decided to take Selene up on her offer. “Sure, why not?” he replied, taking her hand. Selene led him to the dance floor, and they began to move to the rhythm of the music. The lights flashed around them beautifully. Dave tried to lose himself in the dance, but his eyes kept darting back to Amanda and Nathan. He was both angry and scared at the same time. As the music picked up pace, Selene leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “You seem tense, Dave. What’s going on?” “It’s nothing,” he muttered, trying to focus on the beat. “Just some stuff I need to figure out.”
“What are you doing here?” Were the first words that David uttered. “What am I doing here? I’m checking up on my friends. I smell tension in the air. Is something wrong?” Nathan asked calmly, almost in a mocking tone. Neil stood beside him, not a word coming out from his mouth. He was a more reserved person. Dave walked up to him and grinned his teeth. “I know what you are trying to do. You are trying to make us feel inferior because you met Elon Musk. Fuck you! You will always be the same broke church rat to me!” Dave spat rudely. “Oh well, sir Elon came here to revive old memories. I brought him here, not you. I went to his company, not you! And you should have seen how massive NexGen is. I doubt you’d ever be able to see it though. And no, I am only interested in what you are doing!” Nathan said, adding more mockery to his voice. “Oh, hi, Nathan. It’s good to see you! I told my friends that you were Mr. Humble Bunny, but they did not believe me. I was so sure!” Charles e
The event was a successful one for all other students. It ended beautifully with lots of dance and uncensored booze. After the party, people went all round, looking for the Nathan Reed guy to take pictures with and even connect with him. But as usual, he was nowhere to be found. He was probably with the higher authorities. All they were left with was his Lamborghini Egoista. Every single student made sure they took pictures of the ride. It was an exhilarating experience they would not forget soon. Social media won’t know what hit it. Marcus held a drink in his hand as he strolled back home. He was a little high from drinking too much, but thanks to his alcohol tolerance, he was still slightly aware of his environment. He darted away from the event centre, walking towards his ride which he had ordered beforehand. Suddenly, someone came from behind and pushed him to the ground. “Who’s there?” He asked, looking around as pulled himself up. Everywhere was a bit blurry. As soon
“You weren’t present at the bouquet. What happened?” Nathan asked her and he sliced the onion beautifully. “I um.. My grandma was really sick and I could not leave. I had to take care of her. But I did watch the event on livestream. And yes, you lied to me!” April said gently. Nathan chuckled, almost missing a slice. “Yes. I lied. Sometimes, it’s good to keep things a secret. So, how is your grandma’s health?” Nathan asked softly. “She is getting better. She should be up and running by tomorrow. Tell me, sir Nathan, just how wealthy are you? And why have you been hiding it all the years? You allowed people to trample on your foot and call you names. Why?” April asked from her end of the phone, curiously. Nathan chucked again. He was enjoying the conversation. No, he was enjoying April’s words. He was beginning to like her too. She was a humble, sweet girl. But he had to look carefully before taking a leap. He remembered what Elon had told him. “April, I um.. I don’t know. M
The next morning, Nathan quickly rushed to the hospital to see Marcus. He was badly hurt. Someone had beaten him severly and Nathan felt bad for not being around for him. “How did this happen, man? Who did this to you?” Nathan asked as he sat beside Marcus trying to console his friend. He had paid all his bills. His parents were there and were grateful that Nathan had come to see his friend. They were even more grateful to Nathan for clearing the hospital bills. “Just forget about it, bro. Some bad guys ganged up on me and beat me up. That’s all. Just some dickhead thugs.” Marcus lied. Nathan scanned the room for a while and noticed that his phone and even his bag was still intact. “They beat you up, but they did not take any of your possessions? Come on man, what are you hiding?” Nathan proceeded to ask. “I appreciate you coming here men, but you might want to leave. I don’t deserve you or our friendship. I did something terrible to you and…” “Shhh… I know already, Marcus an
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
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