“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 dearly. Everyone in this school will pay dearly for making fun of a lowly boy with no parents. They don’t know him, son. They’re about to. And when they do, it will be breathtaking and vengeful! It will be epic and Amanda will regret it dearly. After Professor Donald’s class, all the senior year students were asked to meet in the announcement hall. A charity organisation had just come to the school and gave a few inspiring speeches about how they are trying to save trees and plants from being completely destroyed from planet earth. As a way of showing support and learning to give, all the students in Luxton university were asked to make contributions to support the program. Many students were moved and made donations silently. Others used that as a means to show off what they own. And Dave? As soon as he stepped out, everyone cheered him. He was like a god in Luxton university. He was well respected –because he was a rich dude- and so everyone knew his donation would be worth more than all other donations put together. “I am a nature lover and I do respect this movement.” Dave began speaking. He made sure his presence was felt as he raised his shoulder and motioned his arms as he spoke. “My lovely girlfriend and I have decided to make a donation of $2 million!” At the call of that figure, the whole students burst into applause. Everyone stood up to show their respect for the school’s hottest dude! “I know, I know, it’s a lot of money. But we come from nature. So, we have to give back to nature! So, I hope my donations would go a long way for your movement!” Dave said and got off the stage. Nathan's eyes met Dave's confident gaze, and for a moment, he felt a surge of anger and resentment. Dave's pompous display of wealth and popularity grated on his nerves, especially knowing that Amanda was by his side, basking in his glory. But Nathan quickly pushed aside his negative emotions. He was no longer the same boy who was bullied and ridiculed. He was a billionaire now, with the power to make a real difference in the world. As Dave stepped off the stage, Nathan rose from his seat, his jaw set with determination. Ignoring the whispers and chuckles from his classmates, he made his way to the front of the hall, where the charity organisers were waiting to receive donations. "I would like to make a donation as well," Nathan announced, his voice steady and resolute. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his Exclusive Bank Card, ready to transfer a significant sum to support the cause. “What is he doing?” “The poor boy wants to make a donation? When he can’t afford to buy proper clothes?” “Is he crazy? He wants to embarrass himself even more?” “Let’s see what happens!”But as he tried to input the amount, a strange error message flashed on the screen. “Card Error!” Nathan frowned in confusion and tried again, but the same message appeared. “Card Error!” "What's going on?" Nathan muttered under his breath, feeling a knot of frustration forming in his stomach. He glanced up, and his heart sank as he saw the smirks and snickers of his classmates, including Dave and Amanda. Marcus and Neil were the only ones who frowned as they also felt embarrassment for their friend. "Looks like the poor boy's out of luck," Dave sneered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Maybe he should stick to counting his pennies instead of pretending to be generous." The taunts and laughter echoed in Nathan's ears, but he refused to back down. He quickly slid back his card into his pocket in shame before anyone would get to see that he was holding an exclusive card. It would have been worse. Clenching his jaw, he turned to the charity organisers and spoke with quiet determination. "Something seems to be wrong with my card, but I'll make sure to arrange the donation later. Please, let me know how I can contribute in other ways," Nathan said, his voice unwavering despite the humiliation burning in his chest. As he walked away from the stage, Nathan felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment coursing through him. He didn’t understand what was going on! He had intended on making a donation of up to 7 million dollars. Deep down, he loved nature and despised the idea of trees being cut down and not replaced. But at this moment, he couldn’t even raise his head, for shame that everyone would laugh at him. As the event ended, Nathan began to walk away. He was going to call Fred and ask him what the problem was and maybe even query him for deceiving him. Was this all just some big joke? Was he being lied to? And if not, then what really happened?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
“What we’re you thinking, Fred? Do you want everyone to know who I am? Why didn’t you inform me before your arrival?” Nathan barked at Fredrick as they discussed in a secluded area of the school where no one would see them. “My sincere apologies, young master!” Fred bowed his head. “We were only here concerning the charity gala! Being your assistant for the time being, I had to be present. Miss Kamsi was here to represent you.” Fred explained and Nathan calmed down. Besides, no one knew they were connected. “Young master, I overheard the mockery concerning the birthday of Amanda. Why would you let them mock you? We own 60% shares in Mr. Lynch’s company. Just say the word and we will buy back all shares and his business will crumble till it’s out of existence!” Fred enamored. He knew that Nathan was down to earth and did not crave attention. Yet, this was beyond mockery. This was an insult to the Reed empire, and everyone who laughed at him must pay dearly. “Dear Fredrick. Le
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