Mr. Dwayne caleared his throat, pulling the mic closer to his mouth as he peered into the crowd’s eyes. “And to conclude this speech, I just want to tell you a little story. A girl once asked her father ‘Dad, what is one possession you cherish the most that no one can take away from you?’ the little girl asked.” “Well, the father thought for a while and then pointed to an expensive painting on the wall. He told her ‘That painting costs $200 Million and no one can ever take it away from me. It is my most valuable possession I’ve ever had.’ The father replied and the girl frowned.” “What happened next will melt your heart. The daughter said ‘Do you want to know what my most valuable thing is?’ the little girl asked and her father said ‘No, well, tell me, I’d love to hear!’” “The girl took a deep breath and raised the picture that was in her hand. It was a picture of the family. Daddy, mommy, the little girl and her baby brother and their little cat. Then she said.. Mr. Dwayne pa
The courtroom buzzed with whispers as Charles Donald made his way to the front. Some people in the court room recognized him as his father was a big business man in London. He was also a student in Elysium college, one of the biggest colleges in the city. So, he had a measure of influence. Neil, though, was not happy seeing Charles march in to be the saviour of the day. Was he not the same guy who teamed up with Dave, Anastasia and even Marcus, his fucking friend to frame Nathan? They were the cause of all this and now, Charles just waltzes in here and tries to be the hero? Neil grunted angrily. “No Neil, it’s not jealousy. You are not jealous. It’s logical reasoning!” He reassured himself. Nathan's eyes widened in surprise and relief. Why was Charles here? He was ready to speak the truth? Did Dave and Anastasia consent to this or was he doing it out of his own good heart? Nathan truly had a spot soft for him ever since they met. Charles was a bit different from his clique.
Saturday mornings were usually warm and sombre in Witanhurst Estate. As early as 4am, residents could be seen jogging outside their homes, warming up their bodies. Nathan had joined the joggers as he had to keep fit. Today was quite different. Different neighbourhoods came together to jug around the estate. They were going to engage in a marathon race jog. The idea was implemented a few days ago as it helped people get to know the next door neighbour and connect with people from different homes. Nathan found it interesting and so, he joined in. He wore a simple short and singlet and tucked his feet into a nice pair of jogging shoes. Because he had been so busy, he had no time to get some good shoes for casualties like jogging, so he had to wear the one he used when he was still in his low poly life. It was not the best quality, not something a person of wealth and status should wear, but it should work fine as he kept them neat and sharp. He grabbed his bottle of water, slap
Brymid was truly a really huge company. The exterior was breathtaking. Rumours had it that the building took 2 years to build on a budget of $22.9 Billion. Mr. Brad sat in his office signing some paperwork. Today was a busy day for him. He had many contracts signed with different allocations, organisations and companies all over the world. He was a truly busy man who had no time for his family. Mr. Brad was also expecting his girls to come to the hospital today. He had been trying to get them into some good positions in the company and this was hard becaue his girls did not meet any of the requirements of working as Nurses. Their college certificates were as poor as their manners. Suddnely, his phone rang. It was his boss, Mr. Fred. He quickly picked up the phone after clearing his throat. “Hello, Mr. Fred, it is good to see your call. I am pretty sure you must have some good news to share!” he chuckled. Fred simply smiled from his end. Brad always made him smile when they h
Brad nodded, a bit surprised by Nathan's hands-on approach but understanding the necessity. "Of course, Mr. Reed. I'll make sure everyone is directed to your office." As Brad left, Nathan took a moment to absorb the atmosphere. The room was filled with his father's presence, from the meticulously organized shelves to the large, framed photos of family and important business milestones. Nathan felt a surge of responsibility and determination. This was his legacy now, and he intended to honor it. He only truly wished he had known his father. He longed for a man to call a father. Papa Sam would have filled that role, but he was now in the heavens. Elon and Fred were the only men whom Nathan could confidently open up to. But again, they were both busy men and spent most of their time working. He began reviewing the documents, losing himself in the details of the company's operations and upcoming projects. Time passed quickly, and soon the intercom buzzed. "Mr. Reed, your first appoin
Brad's eldest daughters, Rose and Amber walked into the CEO’s office looking stunned. They both wore sexually provocative dresses that showed some private part of their bodies. This alone was a huge red flag to working in Brymid or any other professional company. They walked in causally, admiring the CEO’s office. They too wondered why the CEO asked to meet them directly. But they did not give it much thought. Perhaps their daddy had arranged for them to receive special care. Before Nathan could open his mouth to give them permission to sit, the two girls who were provocatively already chewing gum had grabbed the chairs and sat down. Nathan shook his head. This is what happens when a father gets too busy to instill moral values in his kids. They needed to be taught humility. “Were you asked to sit, ladies?” Nathan asked them coldly. Clearly, they still had not realized that this was the very guy they insulted earlier that morning. Quickly, they stood up and slightly appologi
It's been 2 days since Nathan made Amanda feel worthless. Well, he might not have done it intentionally, but he did it anyways. When she confronted Dave and his monstrous gang on the road unexpectedly, she had expected Nathan to have driven her to his home and she might have a chance to get to him and in extension, even lure him to sleep with her. She didn’t mind having a baby for one of the richest guys in the world. But Nathan sent a car to take her back home. He did not even show up himself. He was busy with that fucking April girl. Amanda began to hate April with every fiber of her existence. April was stealing away her man, the person she wanted. They were once friends, but not anymore. And they will never be friends again. Not because April might travel or they were soon graduating and so, they will never get to see each other again. No, that was far from it. The reason was simple. Amanda was going to kill April! “Hey, what are you doing? Ever since that car dropped yo
“Yes! Yes, sure.” Nathan was the first to speak. April nodded in agreement too. April felt a bit better knowing that Amanda was no longer interested in Nathan. She and her boyfriend were now on good terms. That was a relief for her. “Alright then, see you by 8.” Amanda smiled and walked away. Neil read the expression on her face. Being the psychologist he was, he could read Amanda’s face and while her lips said one thing, her eyes said another. “Well, that was weird. She is suddenly nice and inviting.” Marcus said. Nathan on the other hand just wanted to have a nice meal and a great time with his friends. He was a busy guy and having the time to sit with his peers was not always there. He was living a two faced life. “Well, it’s good they are finally back together, right,” he smiled and gulped down his drink. He might have discerned that Amanda was trying to be closer to April. But he really did not care. That was not his business now. Soon, lunch time was over. Ever
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