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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
HighSchool of Billionere quarrel
Milan crouched by the bed, pressing his ear against Arkanza's chest to listen to his breath. "Arkanza, can you hear me?" he whispered gently.But Arkanza didn’t respond. Milan felt a rising panic, his confusion deepening, unsure of what to do.He didn’t know what Anagata and Bagaskara were planning, but his instincts as Arkanza's personal guard made him suspicious of the situation. Milan knew this wasn’t the right time for Arkanza to be around people like them.Quickly, Milan stood up, rushing to the table by the door. He grabbed a tissue and wiped the sweat from Arkanza’s temple. At that moment, Anagata and Bagaskara, who had been whispering, fell silent as they heard the sound of Milan’s movement and realized he was there.Anagata glared at Milan with a look of pure hatred. Bagaskara stood behind him, observing the tense situation. Milan remained standing by the bed, keeping a watchful eye on Arkanza, showing no intention of letting Anagata and Bagaskara get any closer.Anagata step
HighSchool of Billionere morning run
"Young Master?" Milan's voice sounded worried, echoing softly in the quiet room. No answer. Milan's concern began to grow. Each passing second felt like lost time. With a heart full of worry, Milan exited the room and hurried down the corridor. Bad thoughts began to creep into his mind. What happened to Arkanza? Where did he go? Milan made his way toward the outside area, his eyes immediately landing on a figure in the distance. Arkanza, walking carefully but steadily, was jogging along the path, wearing simple workout clothes. However, though it seemed ordinary, to Milan, every second without supervision was a moment filled with uncertainty. Milan ran towards Arkanza, his eyes filled with concern. As he almost caught up to him, he called out a little louder than usual. "Young Master!" he called, trying to hold back the rising anxiety. Arkanza stopped for a moment and turned to face him, his face a little pale but looking calm. "Milan, what are you doing here?" Milan stopped a fe
HighSchool of Billionere slap me!?
"I won't talk to you until I get a servant too!" The sound of the door slamming shut startled her slightly. "Norman, we can still talk about this, dear! Please, listen to your mother first!" Maria tried to persuade her youngest child to understand their situation. They were newcomers in the lives of Arkanza and his father, but Norman had an envious nature toward his stepbrother. "Have I been too lenient with Arkanza?" Maria wondered. Ever since Albert was dismissed, Norman kept bringing up the fact that Arkanza always had a servant by his side. "Mom, what are you doing here?" asked a beautiful girl wiping her face with a small towel. It was Sunday, and Amber always spent her mornings on light exercises. "Amber, are you done, dear?" her mother asked. Amber nodded. "I looked for you in the kitchen earlier, but the servant said you went to see Norman. What’s wrong, Mom?" Maria gave a warm smile, shaking her head. "Nothing, Amber. You know how Norman is. I said the wrong
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encouragement
Not long after the fire, the police began investigating the incident. Several eyewitnesses who saw Norman and Amber leaving their residence that night contacted the authorities. Soon, officers arrived in patrol cars, and in an instant, they were cornered. Norman and Amber could no longer escape reality. They knew there was no way they could get away with it. The truth had been exposed, and they had to face the punishment that awaited them. With their hands cuffed, they were taken to the police station. Amber could only lower her head, unable to meet Norman’s gaze. Tears still streamed down her cheeks. Norman, though appearing strong, couldn’t suppress the tightness in his chest. Everything they had done, everything they had fought for, had ultimately led to destruction. In the interrogation room, they sat across from the officers. Outside, the sounds of sirens and the hurried footsteps of busy officers filled the air. But inside that quiet room, there was only an overwhelming si
lost
The sky above him appeared blurred, swirling like a watercolor painting dissolving in time. Arkanza stood in the middle of a vast, empty land. This place was strange—there were no boundaries, no other sounds except for a faint heartbeat coming from somewhere unknown.He didn’t remember how he got here. All he knew was that his body felt light, as if he was no longer part of the real world."So, we finally meet again," a voice sounded from behind him.Arkanza turned around and saw a familiar figure. Lev Bodgan stood there, a faint smile on his lips, hands tucked into his pockets. His dark eyes gazed at Arkanza with deep meaning."Lev…" Arkanza's voice was hoarse, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time.Lev shrugged. "I’ve been waiting for you."Arkanza frowned. "Waiting for me? For what?"Lev didn’t answer right away. He simply looked at Arkanza for a moment before walking slowly, gesturing for him to follow.Arkanza stepped behind him, trying to make sense of the strange feeling wei
finally arkanza realized
A few days later, Arkanza opened his eyes. The white hospital ceiling greeted him. His body felt heavy, but there was a warmth accompanying him. Maria sat beside his bed, asleep with her head resting on the mattress. Arkanza stared at her for a long time. She was still alive. That meant their leap had succeeded. Unconsciously, a small smile formed on his lips. Beside him, Maria woke up, gazing at him with teary eyes. "You're awake..." her voice was soft. Arkanza tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out. Maria reached out and held his hand tightly. "Rest. I'm here." Arkanza closed his eyes. Though his body ached, he felt a warmth he had never known before—the warmth of a mother. That morning, the sky was clear despite the gentle breeze sweeping through the ruins of the Smith residence. The grand house that once stood firm now lay in blackened debris, consumed by the fire from the previous night. Norman and Amber stood before the ruins of their home, frozen as
arkanza in coma again
The hospital atmosphere felt silent, with only the hurried footsteps and the hum of medical machines filling every corner of the room. That day, Barak felt as if the world he knew had changed, spinning out of control. Though his body was still weak and slightly disoriented, he knew there was one thing he had to do—visit the hospital, the place that now stood as a silent witness to the battle between life and death he had just faced. Barak woke up in a hospital bed, his eyes heavy, and his head still slightly dizzy. However, his thoughts immediately drifted to the one thing that troubled him. As he opened his eyes, he saw the pristine white ceiling and smelled the sharp scent of antiseptic. He vividly remembered the incident that had brought him here—a crash that had changed his life in an instant. The most striking thing was someone he cared about. The incident had not only altered his life but had also left a mark on his heart. Someone he cherished was now fighting for their life
Adam Smith's Homecoming
Rushed footsteps echoed down the hospital corridor. Adam walked quickly, his sharp eyes scanning every room he passed. His heart felt heavy. He needed to make sure that the people most precious to him were safe.When he reached Arkanza’s hospital room, Adam didn’t hesitate—he pushed the door open.Inside, Maria sat beside Arkanza’s bed, her face pale and exhausted. Her hands clutched Arkanza’s, which remained motionless as he lay unconscious.Without a word, Adam moved toward Maria and pulled her into his embrace.Maria was startled, but her body was too drained to resist. In Adam’s arms, her tense form gradually relaxed. There was warmth in his embrace, something reassuring amid the devastation they had endured.Adam pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, trying to soothe her. Maria closed her eyes, feeling the tremors in him—the pain he carried.They had lost everything—their home was now nothing but rubble and ashes.Chapter 2: Unanswered AnxietyMaria took a deep breath, ga
unimaginable sacrifice
Here's the English translation of your text:Hot. Stifling.Arkanza woke up, gasping for air. The moment his eyes opened, they stung, and the acrid smell of smoke filled his lungs. He coughed violently, trying to grasp what was happening.As his awareness returned, he realized something far worse—the door to his room was locked from the outside.Quickly, he got out of bed and tried to open the door. But it was useless. The handle wouldn't turn. The terrifying situation became even more dire as he heard the crackling sound of burning wood outside.The house was on fire.His blood ran cold. He stepped back, scanning the room as thick black smoke began to fill the air. His breathing grew heavier, cold sweat dripping down his temple."Who did this? Why is the door locked?"He kicked the door with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. Panic crept into his body, but Arkanza forced himself to think clearly. If he didn't get out soon, he would burn to death in there.Outside, Albert stood amo
a decision
In the Dimly Lit RoomIn the dimly lit room, Norman sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Amber, who stood anxiously near the window. The light drizzle outside made the atmosphere even colder, but it wasn’t the air that made Amber shiver—it was the creeping fear in her heart."Norman, are you sure about this?" Amber asked, her voice barely a whisper.Norman turned to her with a cold gaze. "We have no choice, Amber. I'm sick of this place. We have to leave."Amber bit her lip. "But... burning down this house? Isn't that too much? We can just leave without doing something like this."Norman scoffed and stood up. "And let Adam keep controlling everything? Let him continue treating us like puppets he can manipulate however he wants? No, Amber. We have to make sure he no longer has power over us."Amber lowered her head, still hesitant. "But what about Mother? What if she refuses?"Norman took a deep breath. "That's what we need to find out. We'll talk to her this afternoon when Adam isn'
statement
The sound of a car engine roared from outside, signaling Adam’s arrival with Norman and Amber. That day, a light drizzle fell, dampening the front yard of the Smith family's grand home. As soon as the main door opened, Norman stepped inside first, shaking off his slightly wet jacket. Amber followed behind him, rubbing her arms against the cold air.Adam was the last to enter, briefly patting Norman’s shoulder before calmly taking off his coat. His eyes scanned the room for a moment, as if searching for someone. But before he could say anything, the warm aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, capturing his attention."Maria must be in the kitchen," he murmured before heading in that direction.Inside the spacious and cozy kitchen, Maria stood among the maids who were busily preparing dinner. Though she didn’t move much, her presence alone ensured that everything ran smoothly. When she heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, a gentle smile immediately graced her lips."Adam," sh
increasingly restrained
A light drizzle fell over the university courtyard as Arkanza stepped out of the classroom, his mind swirling with questions that had been bothering him more and more each day. Adam had never truly cared about him before. They rarely spoke, and Adam was always too preoccupied with business matters. But lately, everything had changed. Adam had become more controlling, as if he didn’t want Arkanza to move even an inch without his approval.Rules that were once vague had now become painfully clear. It wasn’t just about family or business affairs—Adam was even starting to dictate his friendships. Arkanza was not allowed to be close to anyone unless they had Adam’s approval."What is he really thinking?" Arkanza muttered under his breath.Beside him, Barak stretched lazily, yawning. Classes were over, and as usual, they planned to grab lunch at the cafeteria."Hey, let’s eat first. I’m starving," Barak said, patting Arkanza’s shoulder.Arkanza had just nodded when several men in black suit