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Maria looked at Norman with deep concern. She knew very well how deeply her son felt, but she also understood that Adam wouldn't easily give his approval. Adam was very wise and cautious when it came to decisions involving servants or household staff, especially considering their family’s rather complex situation."Alright, my son, calm down. I will talk to your father. But remember, don’t let your desire make you forget what we already have. This is not just about the things or people you want, but also about how we respect one another."Norman lowered his head, calming himself for a moment. Although his heart was still filled with frustration, he felt a bit relieved knowing that Maria didn’t dismiss his desire. Slowly, he nodded, as if accepting that everything takes time and process.“Alright, Mom. I’ll wait. I hope they’re better than Milan or Albert.” Norman said quietly, but the disappointment in his eyes hadn’t completely disappeared.Arkanza massaged his temples softly, "Final
HighSchool of Billionere Guard Day
Milan sat by the still-closed door. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't returned, things like this wouldn't be happening.""You’re just a replacement. I’ve always been by the young master’s side. You should know that, which means I rightfully deserve to return to him," Albert replied calmly.Milan stood from his position, standing tall and challenging Albert."So, you think I haven’t been by his side, huh? Who can guarantee that I’ve always been by the young master’s side!?"Albert stared at Milan without flinching. "Exactly, who can guarantee that?" A slow smirk formed on his face, a sign that Milan had just revealed his own weakness."You—"CLACK...The sound of the door opening interrupted their argument."Young Master—"Albert froze the moment he saw Arkanza’s appearance, back in the girly outfit from before Mahogra took over."Finally, you’re out. I thought something bad might’ve happened to you...""Yo, Ally... and Milan. Sorry to keep you waiting," Arkanza said with a sweet
HighSchool of Billionere part 2
Arkanza walked leisurely through the school hallways, which were gradually filling with students. Despite his striking appearance, he maintained a calm expression, as if nothing could touch him. Deep down, he was formulating a plan to delve further into the mysteries of the body he now inhabited.His steps halted when someone called out to him in a sharp tone."Arkanza! Did you really come without bringing a single servant?"Arkanza turned his head. At the end of the hallway, Bagaskara stood with his hands on his hips, accompanied by a young man who appeared to be his personal servant. Bagaskara’s gaze was challenging, while several other students began gathering, curious about what would happen."Yes, so what?" Arkanza replied casually, folding his arms across his chest."It seems you haven’t changed. Even after disappearing for some time, you’re still the object of ridicule," Bagaskara mocked with a chuckle. A few students around them laughed softly.Arkanza stepped closer, his stri
HighSchool of Billionere panick attack
The late afternoon sky was painted a fiery red, signaling the end of a stressful day at school. Arkanza walked with measured steps toward the parking lot, ignoring the curious glances of a few lingering students behind him. He had just endured another day filled with petty schemes and mocking remarks from Bagaskara and Norman.As he approached his sleek black sedan, Arkanza took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the fatigue weighing him down. He slipped into the driver’s seat, the soft hum of the car’s engine bringing a faint sense of comfort. With a single motion, he pressed the gas pedal and left the school grounds behind.He didn’t have a specific destination in mind, only a desperate need to escape the noise and suffocation of his school life. The increasingly quiet roads became his temporary solace, helping him momentarily forget the burdens he carried. Yet, an unshakable restlessness lingered, like a shadow refusing to fade.After several miles, Arkanza found himself on a w
HighSchool of Billionere don't accept it!
Milan stood in the middle of the dark room, catching his breath after unleashing his anger on the wooden table, now split in two. Shards of glass from the vase he had shattered scattered across the floor. In his right hand, he gripped an old photograph, covered in dust and torn at the edges. The picture showed a young boy with jet-black hair and a bright smile—Arkanza.Milan stood still, his gaze fixed on the photo. His expression softened, and gradually, memories from the past surged forward, pulling him back to the moment when everything had started.---Flashback – 10 Years AgoIn a large hall illuminated by a crystal chandelier, Milan stood tall and poised in his uniform. At the age of 19, his face was still youthful, but his eyes were filled with determination. In front of him stood Maria Lev Bodgan, Arkanza’s mother. She appeared frail, her skin pale like porcelain, but her gaze still held an undeniable authority.“Milan,” Maria’s voice was gentle but commanding. “From this day
HighSchool of Billionere coming of age celebration
That day, the Smith family estate was busier than usual. Adam Smith, Arkanza’s father, was preparing an important celebration. Norman, Maria’s second son, was about to celebrate his coming-of-age as he turned 18. However, this celebration wasn’t solely focused on Norman—it was also meant to honor Arkanza, who had recently reached adulthood according to family tradition.Adam stood in the main hall, surrounded by several prominent figures and important guests who had come to discuss the plans for the celebration. The atmosphere was formal, with a hint of tension in the air. Standing in front of a large table, Adam gazed around the room with a serious expression.“As you all know, Norman has reached adulthood,” Adam began, breaking the silence. “But I feel it would be incomplete if we didn’t also acknowledge Arkanza, who has likewise reached the age to be considered an adult.”The council members exchanged glances. Some appeared to agree, while others looked uneasy. One of the most prom
HighSchool of Billionere party invitation
That morning, sunlight illuminated the grand corridors of Avondale High School, creating a bright and energetic atmosphere. For most students, it was just another ordinary day—except for Norman and Amber. Their presence immediately drew attention as they walked down the hallway, carrying a stack of golden invitations embossed with the Smith family crest.Norman, dressed in a uniform far more luxurious than the standard, walked with unwavering confidence. Beside him, Amber, as always, appeared flawless, her head held high as she radiated grace. Whispers began to ripple through the students.“Did you hear? Norman Smith is throwing a massive birthday party,” a girl whispered to her friend.“And I heard Amber’s the one helping choose the guests! If you get an invitation, it’s like a ticket to the highest social status,” replied the other.Norman handed an invitation to a group of students gathered near their lockers. “Make sure you come,” he said with a charismatic smile. “It’ll be the bi
HighSchool of Billionere preparation for adulthood event
The grand hall of the Smith family's residence was bustling with activity as preparations for Norman's birthday party neared completion. Servants moved back and forth, carrying flowers, tablecloths, and luxurious decorations. The lively chatter echoed throughout the house, while in the living room, Norman and Amber were busy signing invitations.Norman sat in a chair with a satisfied expression, dressed in a casual yet expensive outfit. Amber, looking elegant in her red dress, sat beside him, checking the guest list for those receiving invitations."Are you sure you've written their names correctly?" Amber asked, handing a stack of signed invitations to one of the servants.Norman nodded confidently. "Of course. They should feel honored to be invited to the most lavish party of the year."Meanwhile, on the second-floor balcony, Arkanza sat alone, watching them from a distance. His weary eyes observed how Norman and Amber were surrounded by people who seemed overly enthusiastic about r
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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
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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
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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
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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
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One night, while in his study, Arkanza received a message from one of his trusted subordinates. There was new information that could lead to Malov’s location. Without hesitation, Arkanza decided to follow the lead.But when Arkanza arrived at the location, he was met with an unexpected reality. There, he encountered someone he had once trusted deeply: Evelyn, a brilliant and confident woman he had always considered an ally.“Evelyn?” Arkanza asked in shock, trying to steady himself despite the turmoil in his heart. “What are you doing here?”Evelyn offered a faint smile, cold and devoid of the warmth they once shared.“I didn’t expect you to come, Arkanza. But I suppose this is as good a time as any for a conversation.”“A conversation?” Arkanza felt a chill run through him. “What’s going on? What are you hiding, Evelyn?”Evelyn chuckled softly, her laughter carrying an edge of disdain.“I’m no one now, Arkanza. I’m just playing a much larger game. Malov is the only one who knows wh
arkanza discovered
However, the deeper Arkanza delved, the more he felt something was off. The information Aidan provided was too easy to find, too perfect. Was Aidan truly trying to help, or was he merely leading Arkanza into a larger trap?That evening, Arkanza met Aidan again at the same location. This time, the atmosphere between them was tense.“I’ve analyzed the data, Aidan. Something’s not right. It’s all too perfect. Are you really helping me, or are you setting me up for something bigger?” Arkanza asked, his voice laced with suspicion.Aidan hesitated for a moment, seemingly shaken by the question. “What are you implying?” he asked, his voice slightly trembling.“This data is too structured, too deliberate. I don’t know if you’re truly trying to help me or if you’re working for someone more powerful than Smith. Don’t think I’m a fool, Aidan,” Arkanza said sharply, scrutinizing Aidan’s every move.Aidan looked confused and slightly anxious. “Arkanza, I… I just want you to know the truth. I’m tr
enemy in the Blanket
As he moved further into the room, he spotted a familiar figure in front of him—Malov. The man who had once been his closest ally now stood among individuals who seemed to wield power beyond comprehension.Malov’s gaze met Arkanza’s, expressionless as if he didn’t recognize him. Yet Arkanza could see something dark in his eyes—something that had transformed Malov into someone unrecognizable.“Arkanza,” Malov said in a low voice. “You’ve come all this way just to see this?”A faint smile crossed Malov’s face, and in that moment, Arkanza realized this was not the same Malov he once knew. The man before him was a traitor, vastly different from the friend who had once stood by his side.“Don’t try to hide what you’ve done, Malov,” Arkanza said firmly. “I know who’s behind all this. And I will stop it.”Malov merely smiled. “You’re too late, Arkanza. Everything has already changed. The truth you’re seeking… is far out of reach.”The meeting had just begun, and Arkanza knew this was only th
The Path to Hidden Truths
Arkanza’s search had taken him far from what he had initially imagined. At first, he had sought only to exact revenge on Adam Smith, the man who had betrayed him and taken away his power. But the deeper he dug, the more mysteries he uncovered, drawing him into a conspiracy far greater than he had anticipated. One note, found in a hidden archive, became the starting point for investigating an unexpected and secretive organization.The note was written in nearly illegible handwriting, as though someone had intentionally tried to conceal their identity. However, upon closer inspection, Arkanza was able to piece it together into something larger. Hidden within the words was confusing information about an organization he had never imagined—an entity seemingly beyond Adam Smith’s control. This organization appeared to have played a role in shaping his life and, more shockingly, in the downfall of the group he had built and even in his supposed death.After nights of analysis, Arkanza knew t