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 school presentation which they were to submit today. And Nathan’s weekend was messed up. From defeating Dave in combat, to entertaining the heartbreak of his life, to getting into prison. But he just entered the best moment of his life and nothing was going to ruin it. Not even school. Not that he needed the school anyways. But the Economics lecturer was a wicked beast. No one dared to miss his lectures or failed to handle his projects. That might result in total failure of the whole course in that semester, no matter who you are. “Shit!” It was already 7:45 am and lectures started by 8:30. Nathan quickly sprang up from the huge bed and dashed into the grande bathroom where he had a warm bath. All the clothes in his wardrobe were either too formal, too tight or too loose for him to wear. Besides, he wouldn’t want to barge into school looking like a celebrity after what happened the week before. It would only take a car as fast as the Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut with about 330 Mph to get him to school in time. Shit! “We have it, young master.” Fred’s mature and soothing voice echoed slightly in Nathan’s room as Nathan flung his old backpack over his shoulders and carefully slid his custom Exclusive Bank Card into his dry wallet. “Excuse me? You have a Koenigsegg Jesko?” Nathan asked astonishingly. He wanted to scream out in excitement, but he kept his emotions in check. A billionaire doesn’t display their true emotions at any cost. “You heard that right, young master. If you want, I can drive you to school personally, teach you a few driving tips on the way! I am a pro!” The man winked. “Cool. Alright, sir. Let’s hit the road before I get late!” Nathan voiced nicely. Nathan bid his grandfather and sister a farewell. A drop of tear escaped his eyes as he saw how happy and healthy his sister looked. He would not let any harm come to her. He was her backbone and vice versa. After a long drive involving a series of lessons, exchange of manly conversations and plenty of words of advice, the super car pulled up a few metres away from the school gate as requested by Nathan. “Thanks Fred. You are a great man!” Nathan expressed his gratitude even though he could’ve chosen not to. He was Fred’s boss in every way. “I’m honoured to serve you, sir. Um, before you go, may I take a look at your phone, young master?” Fred asked. Nathan was in a hurry, but he gave his phone to Fred anyway. “Young master. This phone represents your past, all the sufferings you’ve gone through. All your poor mindsets!” Then, Fred threw the phone out the window. Nathan gasped in shock. But he said nothing. He needed a new phone anyway. With the $20B in his bank, he could afford more than 299. But Fred brought out a shiny black box and handed it to Nathan. On the box was the letter R neatly carved on the surface. Could be one of Reed’s masterpieces. “This represents your present. Who you are now. You have to let go of the past. You are now a billionaire. And as Grandmaster said ‘Act like one’” Fred ended. Inside the box was a Falcon Supernova iPhone 6 Diamond. The most expensive phone in the world. Nathan’s mouth opened in disbelief as he saw the phone that he almost threw it out the window. Usually, Nathan randomly searches things online and had once searched for the world’s most expensive phone. This was it. He was holding it in his hands. The phone was worth $48 Million. “I.. I’m sorry, Fred. I can’t handle this. I wouldn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to myself. Please. Take it back. I won’t take it!” Nathan rejected the phone. “I thought as much. So, I brought alternatives!” After searching through, Nathan settled for an iPhone 14 pro max. That was the phone Dave used. Nathan felt blessed. But his day was about to be ruined. “You are late, Nathan Reed!” The economics professor barked as soon as Nathan walked into the classroom panting. “Look who it is everybody! Rat ‘n backpack!” “It’s the broke orphan boy!” “Did he run away?” “He sure did. He was scared of getting beaten by Dave! Haha!” “He still has the same clothes from last week on!” All the students laughed as they saw Nathan. This included Dave and Amanda who were holding hands as they sat together in the same seat. Seeing the duo broke Nathan’s heart beyond words. That was the girl he gave his heart to, she was with another… “Silence!” Mr. Donald roared. And turning to Nathan, his voice became cold! “For coming late, young man, there will be consequences! Severe consequences!!”“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
“You are all aware that every year, we host a prestigious inter-university event to promote collaboration and unity among students. This year, I'm thrilled to announce that our university has been selected to organise the event. It's a significant opportunity for us to showcase our talents, network with students from other institutions, and contribute to a noble cause." The class erupted in excited murmurs, eager to learn more about the upcoming event. Their excitement was basically derived from knowing that whenever these events were hosted, they would get to meet and connect with students from various schools and most importantly, they would get to showcase their wealth to over 5000+ students. Professor Dylan continued, "The theme of this year's event will be ‘Empowering Orphans, Building Dreams.' We'll be hosting a charity gala where proceeds will go towards funding educational initiatives for underprivileged children in our different orphanages." “For many years now, the NECA
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