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HighSchool of Billionere A Small Flame in a Big House
The evening sky glowed golden-orange as Amber forcefully pushed open the large gate of their family home. Her long hair, usually sleek and regal, was disheveled, mirroring the fury etched across her face. Her loafers clicked sharply against the marble floor as she stormed into the house. “Mom!” she shouted, throwing her school bag onto the sofa in the living room. Maria, who was enjoying a cup of warm tea, looked up calmly, though a knot of worry began to form in her chest. “What’s wrong, Amber? Why are you stomping in like that?” Maria asked gently. Amber stood with her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s Arkanza! He made me so mad at school today!” Maria set her teacup down slowly, forcing herself to remain composed. “What did he do this time?” Amber took a deep breath, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “He embarrassed me in front of my friends! I was talking to them in the cafeteria, and he walked by and *spilled his drink* all over my table. I know he did
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
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arkanza is sick
Trapped in the Smith ResidenceArkanza blinked, his head still heavy as he realized he was back inside a familiar car—the one Albert usually drove. The window showed an increasingly recognizable view, signaling that he was on his way back to the Smith residence. His body felt weak, but his mind remained restless."Why am I here—Ally, you?" he muttered softly.Albert glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Arkanza’s defiant expression, despite his feeble state."You don’t have to do this, Albert," Arkanza murmured weakly, trying to sit up straighter even though his body felt burdened.Albert remained focused on the road. "You know this isn’t a choice, Young Master. Sir and Madam were nearly going mad looking for you."Arkanza scoffed quietly, uninterested in his caretaker’s words."And what exactly have I done?"The car finally stopped in front of the Smith residence. As the car door opened, Adam and Maria were already standing at the doorway, their expressions filled with relief and wo
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Arkanza leaned his head against the cold wooden bookshelf, his eyes feeling heavy, and his body started to shiver despite the warmth inside the old archive room. He had spent two days in this room, searching through every old document that might contain information about Alistair Smith, but so far, he hadn't found anything truly satisfying.Milan, who had been standing not far from him, let out a long sigh. “My Lord, you need to rest. Your face is pale, and you're trembling. I’ll get you some medicine.”Arkanza weakly shook his head. “I can't rest now. I have to find something. This is too important.”Milan stepped closer, looking at Arkanza with concern. “You haven’t slept properly for days, and I’m sure you even skipped lunch today. You’ll collapse if you keep this up.”Arkanza closed his eyes, trying to endure the dizziness spinning in his head. He knew Milan was right, but there was a strong urge inside him to keep searching. If he stopped now, all his efforts would be in vain.Se
sympathy
Arkanza walked through the corridors of his new school with mixed feelings. The old building, with its towering walls and grand pillars, always gave him a different impression compared to his previous school. This was not just an ordinary place of learning—there was a long history embedded in every corner.A few days ago, he heard an interesting piece of information from one of the history teachers, Mr. Henderson, that this school stored many old documents, including records of influential families from the past. And even more surprising, there was a possibility that his ancestors had a connection to this place.Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Arkanza made his way to the school library, which was known for its vast collection and extensive archives.As he entered the library, the distinct scent of old books immediately filled his senses. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a dramatic glow over the room. Several students sat quietly at large tables, engros
to blame
Arkanza walked home from school with a relaxed stride. All he had in mind right now was to go up to his room, rest, and play games on his phone. "Wait, why is today so peaceful?" he muttered in confusion. However, as soon as he stepped into the house, the atmosphere greeting him was different from usual. His father, Adam Smith, stood in the living room with a tense expression. Beside him, his stepmother, Maria Samanta, sat on the sofa with a somber face. Next to her stood his stepbrother, Norman, with his head down. Norman's school uniform was wrinkled and dirty, with water stains on his cheeks, as if he had just been crying. Arkanza scoffed internally. 'Great, don’t tell me this is going to be another problem dumped on me.'"Where have you been?" Adam Smith's voice was deep and controlled, but there was an unmistakable anger simmering beneath it. "From school, Dad," Arkanza replied casually, taking a sip of his drink. Adam Smith shot him a sharp gaze. "Do you know what happ
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"I just wanted to return the book you lent me yesterday. Thank you, it was really interesting." Lilian placed the book on his desk and sat in the seat next to him.Across the room, Valerie watched the scene with a cold gaze. She bit her bottom lip, trying to distract herself by writing in her notebook, but her fingers paused halfway."Why is she always around him?" Valerie muttered quietly to herself.Valerie had long harbored feelings for Arkanza. Though she never expressed it directly, she always made sure to be by his side, both as a friend and a support in various things. But since Lilian had come into the picture, Arkanza's attention had become divided, and that made Valerie feel sidelined.Every time she saw Lilian talking to Arkanza, Valerie felt a tightness in her chest. She tried to ignore those feelings, convincing herself that Lilian had no ill intentions. But the more she saw their closeness, the harder it was to suppress her jealousy."Valerie, are you okay?" one of her f
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“Thank you,” Arkanza replied curtly, trying to keep his tone neutral.Lilian sat beside him, her face as cheerful as ever. “What’s on your mind? You’ve been daydreaming a lot lately.”Arkanza sighed. “Life. Sometimes it’s too complicated to understand.”Lilian gave a small smile. “Life is like that. But you don’t have to face it alone, Arkanza. Sometimes, sharing helps.”Her words sounded genuine, and for a moment, Arkanza was tempted to open up. But he knew better. He couldn’t trust Lilian completely—not yet.As days passed, Arkanza found himself talking to Lilian more often. They sat together during breaks, shared snacks, or simply chatted casually in the school garden. Lilian often talked about her life at home, about her family running a small bakery near the city center.“My parents are hard workers,” Lilian said one day. “But they always make sure I have time to study and do the things I love.”Arkanza looked at her curiously. “They sound like good people.”“They are,” Lilian re
tired
Lilian appeared seemingly out of nowhere, glaring at the teacher with an unusual sharpness in her eyes.Enzo looked momentarily startled but didn’t back down. “Oh, it’s you again. What is it?” he asked, stepping closer.Lilian stood firm. “I heard Miss Isla is looking for you. She said it’s urgent.”Arkanza felt an unexpected sense of relief. Once again, Lilian had come to his aid. Even though he couldn’t show much gratitude, he sensed something profound in her actions—something he couldn’t easily understand.“What is it you really want from me?” Arkanza asked after a brief silence.Lilian glanced at him before turning back to Enzo. “You’d better go now, or Miss Isla might get upset. It seems important,” she said flatly. Without waiting for Enzo’s response, she pulled Arkanza away.In his mind, Arkanza began to wonder: Why did Lilian always appear in these critical moments? There had to be more to it than just good intentions. Lilian seemed to know something she wasn’t revealing.In t
Mr. enzo
But Arkanza wasn’t satisfied with that answer. Why did Lilian always appear at critical moments like this?Suspicious ObservationsDays passed, yet the question lingered in Arkanza’s mind. He began to observe Lilian’s movements around the school. She was often seen watching him from afar, but every time he tried to approach her, Lilian disappeared into the crowd.One day, the opportunity arose. In a quiet library, Arkanza found Lilian reading a thick book on psychology.“You always show up at the right time. Are you a spy or something?” Arkanza joked, though he was half-serious.Lilian looked up, smiling faintly. “Maybe I just care.”“Care? Why?”Lilian closed her book and fixed her gaze on Arkanza with an inscrutable expression. “Because I know what it’s like to be in that position. I don’t want to see bad things happen again.”Her answer only deepened Arkanza’s suspicion. He wanted to press further, but Lilian stood up. “I have to go. See you around, Arkanza.”He could only watch as
the deal
With unwavering resolve, Arkanza pushed forward. But he was also acutely aware that the deeper he probed, the greater the danger he faced. Damien had the power to destroy everything Arkanza had built, and beyond that, his network could crush anyone who dared to stand in his way.Weeks later, Arkanza received shocking news. He learned that Damien had infiltrated his network—even some of his most trusted allies had betrayed him and sided with Damien. Hearing this, Arkanza realized that his future was in jeopardy. He would not only have to confront Damien directly but also fight against those who had once stood by his side.The only way to uncover Damien’s plan was to face him in person, but Arkanza knew the confrontation would not be easy. If Damien truly knew his every move, every step Arkanza took would be under careful scrutiny.Taking a significant risk, Arkanza decided to meet Damien face-to-face, hoping to uncover who was truly pulling the strings. He knew the meeting would be per