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HighSchool of Billionere The orion
The skyscraper stood tall under the gloomy sky, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. In front of it, Arkanza stared blankly, though a small storm brewed within him. The building was one of Adam Smith’s symbols of power, the friend he once trusted, now turned into the enemy he hated most. And fate played a cruel trick on him, making him now live as the only child of Adam Smith himself.He took a deep breath, steadying himself. This step wouldn’t be easy, but he had to do it. Inside that building was someone crucial to his plan: Leonard. He was one of the best soldiers under Arkanza’s command in a past life, though now Leonard would not recognize him in this new body.With steady steps, Arkanza entered the building.Leonard's office exuded the same air of power as the building itself. Leonard, now serving as the head of security, sat in his chair with a watchful posture. His body was still as solid as before, his sharp eyes scanning Arkanza’s every move.“Who are you? This place isn’t
HighSchool of Billionere Collecting aliases
Arkanza stared at the monitor in front of him, his face showing no emotion, although his mind raced quickly. On the screen was the profile of Elise Hartmann, a brilliant technician who had once been one of his right-hand people. Elise’s photo showed a woman with neatly styled black hair, sharp eyes, but there was a slight fatigue on her face.Elise now worked as the head of the IT department at Adam Smith's company. She was the key to uncovering the dirty secrets behind Adam's power. However, Elise did not recognize him in this new body. Arkanza knew that this wasn’t just about finding Elise, but also about regaining her trust.“Alright,” he muttered quietly, narrowing his eyes. “It’s time to meet again, Elise.”The next day.Arkanza met Elise at a small café, far from the company’s headquarters. Elise appeared hesitant when this strange young man invited her to meet, but she still came, driven by a curiosity she couldn’t ignore.“So, who are you, and what do you want?” Elise opened t
HighSchool of Billionere Cain
The dark alley behind an upscale bar became the meeting place for Arkanza and Cain. The cold night wind blew, but it couldn’t cool the tension hanging in the air. Dressed in layered clothing and with a mature man’s appearance, Arkanza sneaked in. Cain, a former hitman known for his cold and merciless demeanor, leaned against the wall, calmly smoking a cigarette.Cain was a tall man with sharp eyes and a constantly alert posture. He wore a black leather jacket, adding to his intimidating aura. Arkanza stepped closer, his body straight, showing confidence despite knowing this would be difficult.“So, you’re the one claiming to have something important for me?” Cain asked bluntly, his voice cold.Arkanza gave a small smile, tilting his head slightly. “More than that. I have something important for both of us.”Cain snorted and then stared at him sharply. “I don’t like small talk. If you have something to say, say it now, or I’ll leave.”Arkanza sighed quietly, realizing Cain wouldn’t be
HighSchool of Billionere Shopia
Arkanza stood before the towering, majestic building, gazing at the sturdy structure that had now become the fortress of Adam Smith’s power. However, to him, it was merely a fragile facade, an image that would soon crumble if he played his cards right. Adam had long been his bitter enemy, but this time, Arkanza knew he could not rely solely on physical strength or individual abilities. He needed a network, a secret alliance within the company, to destroy him from within.The first step in building that network was to approach someone who had once been his right-hand person: Sophia Dillard, a former strategist known for her intelligence in designing financial tactics. In the past, Sophia had been one of the most reliable individuals, but after significant changes in their lives, she had become the head of the finance division, now under Adam Smith’s control. On the surface, she appeared to be a pillar of Adam's success, but Arkanza knew that every pillar had its weak point.He entered
HighSchool of Billionere Shopia part 2
Arkanza sat in front of his monitor, his eyes focusing on the financial data sprawled before him. Every number, every transaction seemed filled with lies. This was all the result of Adam Smith's efforts to cover up the criminal traces he had left behind. However, after months of piecing together these fragments, Arkanza felt he was getting closer to the answer he had been seeking.Behind him, the sound of a door opening made him turn. Sophia, the woman who had once been one of his best analysts, stood there, her face serious. Arkanza nodded, signaling for her to sit."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 align with the financial records we have. It seems this is more than just a simple fund diversion."Arkanza studied the data that appeared on the screen. Account numbers and dates from the past seemed to link him to several companies under Adam Smith's control. But the
HighSchool of Billionere Manov betrayal
Malov looked at him with an empty stare, then turned and walked out of the room without saying another word. Arkanza could only watch his retreating back, feeling as though he had lost something very valuable.In Arkanza's heart, one big question lingered. Could he fight against this betrayal and continue his journey? Or would the truth about Malov destroy everything? A new battle had begun, and the path ahead was filled with uncertainty.Arkanza's search had taken him far from what he had imagined. From the beginning, he had only sought revenge on Adam Smith, the man who had betrayed him and taken away his power. But the deeper he investigated, the more mysteries he uncovered, leading him into a conspiracy larger than he could have ever imagined. One note he found in a hidden archive room had now become the starting point to investigate an unexpected and secretive organization.The note contained nearly unreadable handwriting, as if someone had deliberately tried to hide their identi
HighSchool of Billionere Threat from darkness
After several hours of travel, Arkanza finally arrived at the location he had chosen, an old warehouse located on the outskirts of the city. A meeting was about to take place there, where several key figures from the organization controlling the major events of his life would gather.Arkanza entered the building cautiously, wearing dark clothing and blending in with others who also seemed to be attending the meeting. Inside, he could feel the tension hanging in the air. They all knew this was not just an ordinary gathering.As he walked further into the room, he saw a familiar figure ahead of him. Manov Malov. The person who had once been his closest friend now stood beside people who seemed to possess far more power than he could have imagined.Manov stared at Arkanza with a blank look, as though not recognizing him. But Arkanza could see something dark in his eyes—something that had changed Manov into a different person."Arkanza," Manov said in a low voice. "You came all this way ju
HighSchool of Billionere A Complaints
Although there was a hint of doubt, Arkanza knew he could no longer walk alone. If Aidan truly had important information, this could be the turning point in his quest for revenge. However, Arkanza also realized how dangerous this move was. In a world filled with intrigue like this, who could truly be trusted?After several days of analyzing the data Aidan provided, Arkanza began to notice suspicious patterns. There were transactions that couldn’t be explained, money flowing to unusual places, and connections between people who should not have been linked. All of this pointed to one name that had long been forgotten by Arkanza: Manov. Manov had long been considered his main enemy, but now he started to see that there was something deeper at play.However, the more Arkanza investigated, the more he felt something was off. The information Aidan had given was too easy to find, too perfect. Was Aidan truly trying to help, or was he just trying to deceive Arkanza to gain something bigger?T
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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
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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