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HighSchool of Billionere Valerie is jealous?
"But she’s not the only friend you have, is she?" Valerie asked, her tone sharper."Valerie, this isn’t about picking sides. I value both of you," Arkanza replied calmly, though he was starting to feel uncomfortable.Before Valerie could respond, Lilian came back, as if to make sure everything was fine.Valerie glared at Lilian, her eyes filled with emotion. "Lilian, don’t you have any other friends besides Arkanza? Why are you always with him?"Lilian was taken aback by the accusation. "I... I didn’t mean anything by it. I just...""Just what? Just trying to steal his attention?" Valerie cut in."Valerie!" Arkanza said, his voice louder, trying to stop the argument. "What are you doing? Lilian hasn’t done anything wrong.""Really?" Valerie glared at Arkanza, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "You don’t even realize how she’s taking advantage of your kindness."Lilian lowered her gaze, feeling guilty, even though she didn’t know what she was supposed to apologize for. "I didn’t m
HighSchool of Billionere revenge for enzo
The school hallway felt eerily quiet as Arkanza stood in one corner. The sunlight streaming through the windows only highlighted the seriousness etched on his face. In his right hand, he held his phone, while a small microphone was neatly tucked into his pocket. Weeks of meticulous planning had led to this moment, and now, everything was on the verge of execution. "Just one more step, wait and see, you pathetic excuse for a teacher," he muttered under his breath. Enzo, a teacher infamous for his cruel and manipulative ways, was his target. The man had caused countless students to suffer, including Arkanza himself, and he was certain that he wasn’t the only one. Unfair policies, threats of low grades, blatant extortion, and even harassment were part of Enzo's modus operandi. Yet, no one dared to fight back—until Arkanza decided to take the first step. "This isn’t just about me," Arkanza whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the silent hallway. "This is for every student h
HighSchool of Billionere Change schools?
"Arkanza," the principal began with a calm yet firm tone, "after considering all the complaints we've received from Norman, Amber, and several other students, we have decided to transfer you to another school."Arkanza fell silent, trying to process those words. Norman and Amber smirked slightly, satisfied that their plan had succeeded."I'm being transferred?" Arkanza asked softly.The principal nodded. "This isn't a punishment, Arkanza. We just feel that this environment might no longer support your development. The new school offers an approach more suitable to your needs."Arkanza said nothing. He knew it would be futile to argue against the decision.Arkanza's last day at his old school was filled with mixed emotions. Some friends who had always supported him felt sad upon hearing about his transfer. However, there were also those who secretly felt relieved, viewing Arkanza as a magnet for trouble that was better off leaving."You're really leaving, Kan?" asked Valerie, one of hi
HighSchool of Billionere The bakery that attracts
Arkanza was hesitant at first, but he eventually accepted the invitation. Lillian's house was not large, but it felt warm and full of love. Her parents welcomed Arkanza warmly, and the dinner was filled with laughter and stories. "You come to our shop quite often," Lillian's mother said while serving a warm bowl of soup. "We’re glad to have loyal customers like you." "Your bread is delicious," Arkanza praised sincerely. Lillian's family made him feel accepted—something he rarely felt, even in his own home. Arkanza’s regular visits to the bakery and Lillian’s home became an important part of his life. Amid the academic pressures and his family's high expectations, he found a place where he could simply be himself. Lillian and her family taught him about warmth and sincerity—qualities he had rarely encountered in his previous life. However, Arkanza knew that this friendship also served as a reminder for him to keep striving to be a better person, both for himself and for t
HighSchool of Billionere Norman is grateful
One day, as they sat in the school garden, Norman spoke in a tone more serious than usual, "I know you probably don’t like me being here, but I just want to say… thank you." Arkanza looked at him, confused. "For what?" "For not giving up on me," Norman replied with a small smile. Hearing this, Arkanza felt a glimmer of hope that Norman could change. Despite their challenging journey, he began to believe that Norman could become a better friend—if given the chance. Norman’s presence at the new school brought new colors to Arkanza’s life. Although Norman still caused trouble at times, he started learning from Arkanza about responsibility and loyalty. On the other hand, Arkanza felt that Norman's presence was a test for him to keep growing. Though often annoyed, he knew that Norman brought valuable lessons about friendship and patience. Under the orange hues of the evening sky, the two walked home together, chatting about anything and everything. Despite the uncertainties ahe
HighSchool of Billionere Lilian's explanation
One night, after finding an important document at the city library, they finally gained a clearer picture. "The Lyonhart family lost everything after that conflict," Lillian said as she read the document. "They were forced to live simply and hide their identities to avoid becoming targets." "My family also suffered huge losses," Arkanza added. "Maybe that's why my family is so hard on our generation. They don’t want to lose what's left." Lillian nodded slowly. "So, it's not our fault, but we're the ones bearing the consequences." Although their relationship grew closer, there was an unavoidable tension. Their family history carried shadows of resentment that were hard to ignore. "Do you think we can really forget that past?" Lillian asked one day. "I don’t know," Arkanza answered honestly. "But I do know one thing—I don’t want our friendship to fall apart because of old stories." Lillian smiled faintly. "Me neither. Maybe we can start a new chapter for our families." U
HighSchool of Billionere investigation
Arkanza sat in front of his monitor, focusing intently on the financial data sprawled before him. Every figure, every transaction, seemed to be laced with deceit. All of it was the result of Adam Smith's efforts to obscure the trail of his criminal activities. Yet, after months of piecing together this puzzle, Arkanza felt he was closer than ever to the answers he sought.Behind him, the sound of a door opening caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Sophia, a woman who had once been one of his best analysts, standing there with a serious expression. Arkanza nodded, signaling her to sit down.“I’ve found some suspicious things,” Sophia said, opening her laptop and connecting it to the projector. “There are several transactions that clearly don’t match our financial records. This doesn’t seem like a simple case of funds diversion.”Arkanza scrutinized the data displayed on the screen. Account numbers and dates from long ago linked several companies under Adam Smith’s control. But
HighSchool of Billionere invention
Arkanza nodded, fixing his gaze on Edwin. “It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken, but I need clarity now. Something is very wrong. Adam Smith isn’t the only threat.”“That’s true,” Edwin replied. “There’s someone very close to you who’s been steering our group in the wrong direction. This person has significant influence and has been working behind the scenes, manipulating us all.”Arkanza narrowed his eyes, shocked. Who could it be? He tried to recall the faces of those who had once stood by him, the people he had trusted implicitly.“I think I know who you mean,” Arkanza said slowly. “But I want to hear more from you.”Anna, a former intelligence expert in their group, stepped forward and pulled out a set of documents from her bag. “These documents show that someone close to you, someone with substantial influence in our strategies, has been colluding with outside parties. They’re likely responsible for many of the losses we’ve suffered in recent months, and they were also involv
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last end
In a vast field covered with green grass, two twin children ran joyfully. They looked like shadows chasing each other, running back and forth without getting tired. Their arms swung freely, laughing together, as if the world belonged only to the two of them.The first twin, a girl with curly hair flowing behind her, ran faster. Her face was cheerful, her pink lips stretched into a wide smile. She glanced back, seeing her sister slightly behind. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted while laughing.Her sister, with the same bright blue eyes, tried to catch up, but her feet started to stumble little by little. Without realizing it, her steps became unstable, and eventually, she fell hard to the ground, her hands touching the dew-covered grass."Ow!" she cried out, but there was still a hint of laughter in her voice, even though there was pain in her body.The faster twin ran backward, seeing her sister fall. However, instead of helping, she just laughed. "Haha, you fell!" she said teasingly,
part 2
The Smith residence had changed. The house, once known as a place of power, luxury, and pride, had now become a house of mourning. Every room was filled with sorrow that haunted every corner. Everyone who had known Arkanza felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The coffin placed in the center of the living room became the focal point. Arkanza’s body lay stiff inside, his once vibrant face now appearing calm, though marred with wounds. Maria, his mother, sat beside the coffin, wearing the last outfit Arkanza had worn, as if unwilling to let her son go.Around the coffin, Arkanza’s friends gathered—those who had once been part of his life, who had shared countless moments with him, now stood with bowed heads. Milan, Albert, Vikram, Barak, Valerie, Lilian, Norman, Amber, and many other relatives came to pay their final respects.Milan stood in a corner of the room, his tears streaming endlessly. There were no words he could say. His hands, usually steady and
death of arkanza
While Adam knelt on the ground, crying, he was no longer a king—but a loser who had fallen in a battle he himself had created.In the distance, police sirens wailed, signaling that the era of Adam Smith had truly ended."And I was just counting each of your sins, father," he said coldly.But for a moment, Arkanza let his guard down. A small mistake that made him underestimate the danger that came.In a matter of seconds, Adam sprang up, wild and swift, grabbing the gun lying on the floor. A loud gunshot shattered the air.Arkanza dodged, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a burning, searing wound on his skin.Adam laughed, the sound manic amidst the tense silence. "Did you think I'd just sit still?" he growled, voice thick with hatred.Arkanza gave a thin smile, suppressing the spreading pain. "I knew you wouldn't surrender that easily," he replied calmly. "But this time, you will lose."Just as Arkanza moved to strike, the back door burst open. A figure he knew all too well
next part of traitor
Everything turned into chaos.Police shouted, people scattered, and reporters chased like a pack of hungry dogs.Adam ran with all his might, cutting through narrow alleys behind the buildings, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.In his mind, there was only one word: survive.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.He, Adam Smith, was supposed to be immune to all this.He was supposed to be above the law, above the world.Sweat poured down his forehead as he kept running without direction.Arkanza watched the chase unfold from a small screen in his hand.He knew Adam would run.He had predicted it.Arkanza had no intention of stopping him now.There was still the final act to play.Calmly, he closed his phone, put on his jacket, and stepped out of the café into the cold night.Adam could run as far as he wanted.But he could never escape the truth.In a filthy corner of the city, Adam finally stopped, gasping, his body trembling.He leaned against a brick wall, his eyes searching
traitor
"Are you all stupid?!" Adam roared, slamming the table in the silent meeting room.His subordinates only lowered their heads, not daring to meet his bloodshot eyes."Who leaked the data?! Who betrayed us?!"Adam's voice echoed, full of anger and paranoia.No one answered.Because no one knew.Because their true enemy had never been seen—like a ghost lurking in the shadows.Adam clutched his hair, breathing heavily.Fear began to creep into his mind.He, the invincible Adam Smith, now couldn’t trust anyone.One by one, he began dismissing his subordinates, accusing without proof, firing managers, scolding secretaries, threatening lawyers.The Smith Corporation headquarters had turned into a minefield of fear.Everyone walked on shattered glass, terrified of becoming the next target of Adam’s wrath.From a distance, Arkanza watched it all.Through hidden CCTV feeds, through secret recordings sent by his informants.He saw Adam raging in the meeting room, smashing his phone, throwing cha
final
mThat night, the rain poured mercilessly, drenching every corner of the city.Behind the dark curtain of rain, a lone figure moved slowly through the darkness, leaving behind the grand and cold residence of the Smith family.Arkanza Lev Bodgan, the only son of Adam Smith and Isabella Bodgan, had now become nothing more than a shadow disappearing from the world that once raised him.No message. No farewell.He simply left—leaving everyone questioning, creating an empty void in the once-intricate and deceitful mansion.Arkanza knew this decision would leave many wounds. But he had to do it.To free himself, to uncover the truth, and most importantly: to bring down Adam Smith, his own father.A few days later, in a small town far from the bustling center, a man named Agni began to emerge among the ordinary crowd.No one knew who he was. No one questioned the small scar on his face or the sharp, secretive look in his eyes.Agni was Arkanza—who had discarded his old identity.He changed h
more clear
Dusk had not fully fallen when Milan briskly walked down the long corridor leading to Albert’s study. His steps were heavy, filled with a fury he could barely contain. In his hand, he tightly gripped a letter he had found in Arkanza’s room. A short message—an unmistakable sign that Arkanza had decided to leave. To leave him. And Milan had no doubt who was behind that sudden decision."You’re the one who influenced him, aren’t you?" Milan accused bluntly the moment he entered Albert’s room.Albert, calmly seated behind his desk, met Milan’s gaze with sharp but cold eyes. “What are you implying, Milan?”“Don’t play dumb! Arkanza left because of you! You’ve been filling his head with nonsense, making him believe this place isn’t for him!”“That’s not true,” Albert replied calmly. “Arkanza made that decision on his own. I never forced him to leave.”“But you were always with him, whispering things that made him doubt me! You wanted to separate us!”Before Albert could respond, Vikram ente
liberation
The room was dim. Only the glow from the surveillance screens illuminated Milan and Vikram’s serious faces. Their eyes were fixed on the live footage from various corners of the now-empty Smith residence—silent, and almost like a museum of memories. They knew Arkanza would come. They also knew this was no ordinary meeting.Footsteps approached. Then the door opened.“So you two are here,” Arkanza’s voice was calm, but carried a pressure that made both men instantly stand straight.Arkanza stepped in, dressed entirely in black, a long cloak billowing behind him. His face was different—not the lost young man he once was, but someone who knew where he was going, and more importantly: who his enemy was.“Young master, what are you doing here?” Milan spoke softly, relief in his voice.Vikram remained silent, his eyes sharply observing Arkanza’s every move. The tension in the air was subtle, yet suffocating.“I’d like a moment of your time,” said Arkanza. He stopped right in front of them,
a question whose answer is definite
The bathroom was filled with the soft scent of soap as Albert helped Arkanza remove his night robe. The warm light from the ceiling lamp cast faint shadows on the walls. Albert always worked efficiently, his movements practiced and unwavering. But this time, something felt different—like an invisible weight lingering between them.As Albert touched Arkanza’s arm to help him into the bathtub, Arkanza suddenly spoke."Albert," he called, his voice quiet but clear.Albert turned, his expression attentive. "Yes, Sir?"Arkanza stared at the water rippling on the surface of the tub, creating a slightly distorted reflection. "How long have we known each other?"Albert was slightly surprised by the question, but he answered in his usual neutral tone. "Since we were children, Sir."Arkanza nodded slowly, as if he had expected that answer. "And how long have you served me?""For as long as I can remember," Albert replied without hesitation. "My life was always meant to serve you, Sir."Somethin