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HighSchool of Billionere the comforting truth
The old swing creaked softly under Arkanza’s weight as he continued to gaze at the dark night sky. The warm orange hue of the sunset had faded, replaced by the cool shadows of the evening that filled the garden. Maria sat next to him, patiently waiting for her son to be ready to speak."Maria," Arkanza finally spoke, his tone calm but carrying an unusual weight. "There’s something I need to tell you. But I don’t know if you’ll want to hear it."Maria turned to him, her heart racing at the seriousness in his voice. "What is it, Arkanza?"He fell silent for a moment, gripping the swing's chain tightly. Then, like a floodgate opening, the words poured out."It’s true. Those kids are turning things around," Arkanza thought to himself with a smile he couldn’t suppress. Thankfully, Arkanza had agreed with what Maria said and managed to get an explanation from the woman."Actually, mother, something even crazier happened there. I’m afraid you might find it hard to believe," Arkanza said, trai
HighSchool of Billionere a dream
The night breeze swept across Arkanza's face, carrying the fresh scent of the calm lake water before him. The lake, which should have been a peaceful place, now reminded him of a dark past. It used to be his favorite hiding spot, a place where he could reflect, away from the gaze of others. But now, the lake was a silent witness to the events that had stolen his happiness.Arkanza sat at the edge of the lake, staring at his reflection in the still water. He gazed at the figure of the unfortunate young man whose body he now occupied—a body constantly filled with humiliation and suffering. This body had become a tool for shameless people to mock, prank, and belittle the poor man.His thoughts drifted back to that day—the day when Arkanza first felt the painful injustice. A teacher, who was supposed to protect him, forced him to stand in front of the class and humiliated him in front of everyone. His classmates only laughed at his suffering. All of this happened here, by the lake, around
HighSchool of Billionere Aru and the past
Aru stood in front of the rack, holding a hockey stick, staring blankly at the object as if trying to avoid Arkanza's gaze. The atmosphere between them grew heavier. Arkanza could feel his heartbeat quickening, as if something was trying to escape from within him, but he held it back. A flashback came suddenly, invading Arkanza's mind, reminding him of an event he would never forget. Arkanza tried not to grimace in horror due to the surge of memories."Why are you silent? I'm talking to you!" Arkanza looked at Aru with a smiling gaze, sensing something was wrong with his friend's behavior. Aru, who had long been distant, seemed to have lost his words now.Aru let out a soft grunt, his eyes still focused on the hockey stick in his hands. "I... I don't know what you mean."Arkanza smirked cynically. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Aru. I can still remember it, so it's impossible for you to forget."For a moment, Arkanza's whole body tensed up. The flashback came so clearly, l
HighSchool of Billionere Milan
Aru and Arkanza arrived at the sports field with heavy steps, each carrying the equipment needed for their class—Aru with a hockey stick and Arkanza with a baton. The morning air felt fresh, but within Arkanza, the atmosphere was far from calm.“Hurry up, Arkanza. We need to move,” Aru said flatly, his eyes avoiding Arkanza’s. He didn’t say much, as if reluctant to acknowledge the friend standing beside him. Arkanza felt annoyed but didn’t want to start another argument. He simply followed Aru’s steps slowly, feeling like everything happening now was increasingly surreal.They walked toward the changing room, where a few other students were already getting ready. There wasn’t much conversation between them—only the sound of their footsteps echoing on the hard floor and the distinct scent of the sports hall. Arkanza tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths, although a lingering anxiety kept gnawing at him.After changing into their sports uniforms, the two headed to the main field. O
HighSchool of Billionere A servant
Milan said nothing. He simply watched Arkanza running, feeling a heavy weight in his chest. "Thank you, Vikram. But for now, I just need to make sure he's safe." Vikram could only nod, though he knew there was more hidden behind Milan's words. ... The flashback came unbidden as Milan continued watching Arkanza, recalling a past that was far darker and laden with responsibility. Everything had started months ago when Albert, the Lev Bodgan family's main bodyguard assigned to Arkanza, was relieved of duty. The incident that led to his departure was nothing trivial. During one of his tasks, Albert’s negligence caused a fatal mistake, leaving Arkanza hospitalized for some time. As a result, Albert was sent back to his family’s home, deeply shaken by the event. The responsibility he had carried for years had to be temporarily handed over to someone else. But someone unexpected stepped in to take Albert's place—a man unknown to Arkanza but carrying significant authority in the d
HighSchool of Billionere valarin
The physical education class had just ended, and the students were rushing toward their resting spots. However, Arkanza remained standing in the middle of the field, gasping for breath, his eyes staring blankly ahead. His body felt hot, sweat dripping profusely, yet there was no sense of accomplishment from the exercise he had just completed. Only deep exhaustion, as if every muscle in his body bore a heavy burden. “Why can’t I be like I used to?” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible amidst the fading noise as the other students ran away. He bowed his head, trying to endure the pain that continued to spread through his body. Since the start of the exercise, his movements had always felt sluggish. Each action was awkward, as if something was wrong. Arkanza used to be swift and agile, able to run endlessly, jump higher than expected. But now, every move felt like a struggle. "Why...? I’m still so young..." he repeated the words in a barely audible voice. "I’ve never felt
HighSchool of Billionere A Collapsing Resilience
Valerin was taken aback by the question, furrowing her brow slightly. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice still gentle and caring. Arkanza averted his gaze, his eyes briefly fixed on the ground before returning to meet Valerin’s. “Were we always this close before?” he asked in a lower tone, as if trying to express his doubt. There was a brief silence between them, and Valerin looked at him with empathetic eyes. “What do you mean? We’re classmates; isn’t it normal for me to notice you?” Valerin replied, her calm voice seemingly understanding his feelings. “But does it bother you? Sorry if it does,” she added, laughing awkwardly. Arkanza felt the warmth from Valerin’s presence, and for the first time, he felt a glimmer of hope. Yet, on the other hand, his confusion deepened. Why did Valerin care so much about him, while his memories of her remained unclear? Was this really just about kindness, or was there something more profound he hadn’t yet understood? He stared at Valer
HighSchool of Billionere worry
The commotion in the classroom grew. Valerin grabbed a handkerchief from her bag, trying to stop the blood from flowing. But Arkanza's condition only seemed to worsen. Outside the classroom, heavy footsteps and the sound of the door almost being slammed open could be heard. Milan had arrived at the door, his face filled with worry and anger. "I need to get in!" he said firmly. Before Milan could barge in, Vikram stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "Milan, don't make things worse. Do you remember what happened last time?" Vikram said, holding Milan back firmly. Milan glared at Vikram with sharp eyes, almost like a lion ready to pounce. "He needs me now! What if they can't handle it?" Vikram remained calm, even as Milan pushed against him. "The teacher knows what she's doing. Don’t interfere. If you barge in now, it will only add to the problem for him!" Inside the classroom, Mrs. Isla quickly took control. "Valerin, take Arkanza out of the class to the nurse's office. I'll
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The hospital room was filled with tension. Milan, Albert, and Barak stood near Arkanza’s bed, watching over his unconscious figure. Meanwhile, Vikram leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze moving from one person to another."We can't keep arguing about this," Vikram said firmly. "What matters now is finding a reason we can give to Mr. Adam and Mrs. Maria. If they find out that Arkanza is in the hospital, things will become even more complicated."Milan clenched his fists and lowered his head in silence. He knew exactly what Vikram meant. Adam Smith, Arkanza’s father, wasn’t the type to accept flimsy excuses. If he found out his son had suffered an allergic reaction outside his supervision, the consequences could be severe. Especially since, from the beginning, Adam had never truly considered Arkanza part of the family."Can we really keep this a secret from them?" Albert asked, tension still evident on his face."We have to," Vikram answered decisively. "
part 2
"I just wanted to make sure he ate something," Milan replied in a low voice. "I was the one who brought his food, but I didn’t know he was allergic to peanuts." Albert narrowed his eyes. "Weren’t you the one who insisted on delivering the food yourself? How could you not check what was in it?" Milan fell silent. Albert’s words felt like a whip, forcing him to confront his negligence. He wanted to deny it, to say he never intended to harm Arkanza, but the truth was, he had delivered the food without thinking it through. Feeling cornered, Milan suddenly shifted the blame to Barak. "But when I got there, Arkanza was already with Barak! You should be asking him too, not just me!" Albert turned his gaze to Barak, who was still standing by the window. Barak let out a small sigh before finally turning to face them. "I was looking for Arkanza too," Barak answered calmly. "He went to the cafeteria first, so I greeted him after I ordered my food." Albert crossed his arms. "And what
An Unexpecred Mistake
The hospital room was still filled with an unbearable silence. Milan sat in the waiting chair, his head bowed, fingers intertwined, while Barak stood near the window, staring outside with a vacant expression. They were waiting for news from the doctor about Arkanza’s condition after suffering an allergic reaction that had nearly cost him his life.Footsteps approached. Milan lifted his head and saw Albert arriving with a serious expression.“What exactly happened?” Albert asked bluntly, his sharp eyes locking onto Milan with an intense gaze. “I heard you were the one who gave Arkanza the food?”Milan tensed immediately. He knew that sooner or later, someone would question this, but he wasn’t ready to face the reality that he might have made a fatal mistake.He felt something lodged in his throat. His chest ached, and his head started spinning. Instinctively, his hand clutched his chest, his body leaning slightly forward. He tried to swallow, but it became increasingly difficult. He le
pointless quarrel
The sun was beginning to set as Arkanza stepped out of his last class of the day. He let out a slow breath, feeling a slight relief after spending hours sitting and listening to lectures. The campus was bustling with students moving in all directions—some hurrying home, others still lingering with friends. Arkanza chose to head to the cafeteria. His stomach felt empty, and he needed something to refuel before continuing his activities. He walked at a relaxed pace, hands tucked into his pockets, enjoying the gentle evening breeze. Upon reaching the cafeteria, he went straight to the queue and scanned the menu. It didn’t take him long to decide—he ordered a pastry and a cold drink. But when his tray was placed in front of him, he froze. The drink he had ordered contained an ingredient that could trigger Isabella's allergy. His hand stopped midair. ‘Idiot. Why am I hesitating over something like this?’ Arkanza took a deep breath, trying to push the thought away. He had alre
arkanza meet lev bodgan
Arkanza walked up to the mirror, staring at his own reflection.The room felt silent, empty, as if the whole world had shrunk, leaving only him and the reflection gazing back at him with an unreadable expression."So," his voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "What should I do now?"The reflection stared back.No answer.Arkanza let out a deep sigh, pressing both hands against the surface of the table in front of the mirror. His eyes remained fixed on his reflection—a man who looked more exhausted than he should. His hair was slightly messy, faint dark circles visible under his eyes, and his expression... somehow, it felt foreign even to himself."Answer me," he urged again, though he knew well that no voice would answer except his own. "I'm tired. I've come this far, yet why does it feel like I'm still lost?"The reflection remained silent, but it felt as though it was speaking in the quiet.Arkanza straightened his posture, staring intently at his own image. "I used to think I knew ev
Moments After Arkanza Arrived at His Residence
RoomOn the table, there was a piece of paper filled with scribbles. It was a list of the foods he had consumed earlier with Valerie. He stared at the list with deep concentration, then picked up a pen and crossed out a few items.Steak.The first thing he crossed out was steak. After dinner earlier, there had been no unusual reaction from his body. Red meat wasn’t a problem for him. Then, he crossed out several ingredients used in sauces and basic seasonings.Butter, black pepper, rosemary, mustard.He had consumed all these ingredients many times before, and no allergic reactions had ever occurred. No symptoms of breathlessness, itching, or nausea. That meant all of these ingredients were safe for him.Arkanza set the pen down and leaned back in his chair. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind slowly drifting into the past—to an incident that had almost taken his life.He still remembered vividly how his body had reacted violently after just one bite. His throat had swelled, ai
an unexpected meet him
The waiter arrived, bringing the menu book. Valerie opened it briefly before glancing at Arkanza. “So, why?” she asked suddenly.Arkanza gave a faint smile, as if he had expected the question. “Why what?”Valerie closed the menu and leaned back in her chair. “You invited me to dinner—so suddenly. I’m curious, what’s the real reason behind this?”The man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he opened his phone, reading something on it with a serious expression. Valerie watched him, feeling a bit odd about his behavior.“What are you looking at?” she asked.Arkanza closed his phone and placed it on the table. “A list of possible allergies you might have.”Valerie raised an eyebrow. “Allergies?”Arkanza nodded slowly. “I just want to make sure that whatever we order won’t make you sick.”Valerie smiled slightly, finding Arkanza’s answer a bit excessive. “So, is this the real reason you invited me to dinner?”Arkanza looked at her for a moment, then let out a short sigh. “Not really. I jus
riot at night
Albert carried a tray of tea to Arkanza’s room, his steps as steady as ever. He knocked on the door before entering and placed the porcelain cup on the table, but his eyes immediately caught something unusual.Arkanza, who usually wore casual clothes at home, now looked impeccably dressed. His white shirt was perfectly ironed, a sleek black suit framed his figure, and his normally messy hair was neatLy styled. There was even a faint trace of cologne lingering in the air.Albert frowned. “Saturday night, and you're dressed this neatly?” he asked, suspicious. “Where are you going, Young Master?”Arkanza, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror, simply chuckled. He turned to Albert and winked. “I have a date,” he said casually.That word made Albert’s eyebrows furrow even more. He had worked for the Arkanza family for years and knew very well that his young master rarely showed interest in anyone.“With whom?” Albert asked, this time more seriously.Arkanza let out a small laugh as he p
flashback to the past
Maria was still wearing her work attire when the clock on the wall struck nine in the evening. The office was quiet, with only the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the silence. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the unfinished documents on her desk.The day had felt unbearably long.Adam Smith, the man who had been her boss for over five years, had just returned from the funeral of their great boss—Mr. Mahogra. Maria could see the exhaustion on his face, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else. Something deeper than mere physical fatigue.She observed Adam sitting in his executive chair, his face looking older than before. He hadn’t said a word since returning from the funeral. Maria knew that Mr. Mahogra’s death was a massive blow to Adam.But it wasn’t just about losing a mentor. There was something more.Maria glanced toward the office door. Out there, sitting on the small living room sofa in Adam’s office, was a young girl in a simple black dress. Isabella