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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
HighSchool of Billionere arkanza is missing!?
The Smith family's coming-of-age ceremony had begun. The grand room, decorated with golden fabrics and sparkling crystal lights, was filled with invited guests consisting of close relatives and family elders. The atmosphere that should have been solemn was scented with fresh flowers, while several servants walked around carefully to ensure everything went smoothly.In the center of the room, large tables arranged symmetrically were laden with luxurious dishes, offering the finest drinks and food that had been prepared for months. The guests conversed politely, but there was an invisible tension among them. Most of the faces present were already dignified and aged, wearing the traditional clothing of the family, which carried a long history. They were the elders, individuals who had contributed greatly to the Smith family's journey and who were now witnesses to the coming-of-age ceremony of Arkanza, Adam Smith's only child.Adam stood tall in front of the family altar,
HighSchool of Billionere tension
However, those words seemed futile. There was no response, and the room became increasingly restless. Some whispers became louder. "Where is Arkanza?" someone asked from the back.The atmosphere changed instantly. All eyes turned to Adam, and his face immediately turned pale. Everyone knew that this was not normal. Arkanza was a child who had been closely guarded, and it was impossible for her to disappear without anyone noticing.However, before Adam could give any further orders, a bigger commotion broke out. Someone rushed forward, a tall man with long hair, wearing striking black clothes among the more formally dressed guests. "Adam Smith!" he shouted. "Where is Arkanza?!"The crowd became chaotic. Some people tried to avoid the scene, while others started running away. Adam tried to calm the situation, but the uproar grew larger. The Victors, who had infiltrated as uninvited guests, began to move in an organized manner. They knew that Arkanza's whereabouts
HighSchool of Billionere worry
The question hung in the air, intensifying the already tense atmosphere. Adam tried to remain calm, but his gaze began to sharpen. "No, this is not part of our tradition," he answered loudly, trying to quell his confusion. "Arkanza will come. It’s just a matter of time."However, more and more people started doubting Adam’s words. The guests whispered among themselves, some beginning to retreat, while others grew increasingly uneasy. What was once a well-organized gathering had now turned into a chaotic mess. Amidst the confusion, the Victor members, who had not revealed their identities, continued moving through the room, further exacerbating the situation with their sharp words and gazes, fueling the tension. They didn’t force themselves into the spotlight but merely provoked enough to keep the unease simmering, heightening the discomfort among the elders and guests present.Valerin stood by the large window, her eyes unable to avoid the restless lo
HighSchool of Billionere don't be afraid
Arkanza stood in the middle of the open area, sweat beading on his temples as he focused on every movement of his body. His frame was still slender and fragile from years of physical neglect, but now, it was starting to show signs of determination. His movements were measured, though not yet fluid; each step reminded him of how far he still had to go to build the strength he had lacked for so long. His breath was steady, though he occasionally gasped as he pushed his limits.The young man had decided that today would be a new starting point. No longer would he let his physical weaknesses define him. The doubts that had haunted him for so long—about his self-worth, about his place in the world—would no longer control him. The pressure to prove himself was immense, but today, he wanted to take steps toward self-empowerment.Albert, his loyal protector, stood a few steps behind, watching Arkanza with a mix of concern and admiration. The man had seen Arkanza gr
HighSchool of Billionere finally come in
In the grand room of the Smith family house, the elders gathered, their faces serious and anxious. Soft lights illuminated the high ceilings, casting shadows over the faces filled with both hope and concern. They sat in a circle around a long table, with Adam Smith at the head, appearing firm, but there was an underlying unease in his demeanor. In front of him, several family elders and advisors spoke in urgent tones."Lord Adam, this is more than just a personal matter," said one elder, an old man with a long white beard. "Arkanza must return immediately. His coming-of-age ceremony is a crucial event for this family, not just for his future, but for the legacy of the family."Another elder, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, added, "We can’t wait any longer. The Lev Bodgan family will begin to suspect if Arkanza continues to avoid this. They will start doubting our strength as leaders."Adam remained silent, his hands clenched on the table. He k
HighSchool of Billionere prepare
Here is the translation of your requested scene:In the bathroom, hidden behind thick silk curtains, the sound of running water could be heard softly. Arkanza stood beneath the shower, letting the warm water flow over his tired body after a long practice. His once fragile body now showed signs of change, though it wasn't fully strong yet. However, for the first time in his life, he felt better, more alive. Each drop of water that soaked his skin seemed to wash away the anxiety that had haunted him for so long.Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, Albert and Milan worked quickly, preparing everything that Arkanza would need. Albert, with his vast experience, selected the most appropriate clothing for the event. He carefully observed the traditional Smith family attire that Arkanza would wear—a fine robe with colors representing the status and strength of their family.Milan, who was younger and often impatient, watched intently from the side, his eyes fi
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The rain was still pouring heavily when Adam finally arrived home. He pulled his car into the garage, turned off the engine, and let out a long sigh before stepping out. The night air was damp, and raindrops carried by the wind splattered against his face as he walked toward the front door.As soon as he entered the house, a warm atmosphere greeted him, a stark contrast to the cold night outside. The soft glow of the chandelier lights illuminated the room, casting faint shadows on the walls.Maria was already waiting for him in the living room, seated in one of the chairs with a cup of tea in her hands. She turned when she heard her husband's footsteps and gave him a small smile. "You're home late," she said, pouring another cup of tea and placing it on the table in front of Adam."The roads were jammed because of the rain," Adam replied briefly as he sat down. He picked up the cup and took a slow sip, savoring the warmth that spread through his body. After a moment, he noticed someth
failed approach
Amber followed Maria into the kitchen, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she stole a glance at the dining room. Barak was still standing near the door, talking with Vikram. Her heart beat a little faster, realizing that Maria had caught onto her interest in Barak.Maria moved gracefully around the kitchen, placing a few dirty plates into the sink before turning to Amber with a warm, knowing smile.“Amber, dear,” Maria began in a light but meaningful tone. “Could you bring some tea to the living room? I think the boys could use something warm after lunch.”Amber hesitated for a moment, understanding the hidden intention behind the request. Her cheeks grew warm, but she nodded, not wanting to refuse. “Of course, Mom.”Maria handed her a small tray with two neatly prepared cups of tea. Amber took a deep breath to steady herself before heading to the living room.As she entered, she saw Barak now seated on the sofa, his posture relaxed yet slightly distant. Meanwhile, Vikram lean
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The crystal chandelier in the dining room shimmered as the afternoon light streamed through the large window on the side of the room. The rich aroma of spiced dishes filled the air, inviting anyone passing by the kitchen to sit at the dining table. Barak had been in the house since morning, letting time pass without any intention of leaving. He leaned back on the living room sofa, occasionally glancing at Arkanza, who still looked weak despite being better than he was earlier that morning. In the corner of the room, Vikram sat calmly, but he occasionally checked his watch as if counting the minutes. Maria, who had just stepped out of the kitchen, clapped her hands gently to get their attention. "Alright, lunch is ready. Everyone, let's go to the dining room." Barak raised an eyebrow briefly before standing up. He had no plans to stay long, but Maria’s invitation sounded more like a command than a request. Besides, his stomach was already starting to feel empty. Vikram walked
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The dim light of the bedroom lamp illuminated Arkanza's still pale face. Although he was now leaning against the headboard more comfortably, his breathing remained slightly heavy. Milan, who had just arrived, stood at the doorway, his sharp gaze fixed on Barak, as if the man were an intruder who had no place there.Barak looked at Milan with a relaxed expression, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Look who we have here," he said in a low voice. "Did you miss me, Milan?"Milan scoffed, but before he could unleash his anger, Vikram's voice cut through the tension between them."Enough."Vikram stepped forward, his gaze shifting between Milan and Barak before finally settling on Milan, who still looked agitated."Milan, Arkanza is still sick. You can deal with this later, but for now, he needs to rest."Milan glanced at Arkanza, who appeared calm despite his body clearly not having fully recovered. There was a flicker of hesitation on his face, but Milan remained rooted i
Milan meets Barak
Arkanza was still half-conscious when Vikram carefully helped him sit up. His back now rested against the headboard, and although his eyes were still slightly drowsy, the sharpness in his gaze was slowly returning to normal. Barak, sitting at the edge of the bed, watched him intently.Without saying anything, Vikram stepped back, giving them space. However, instead of leaving entirely, he pulled out his phone and raised it to chest level. His fingers swiftly tapped the screen, capturing a photo of Barak sitting beside Arkanza. A faint smile played on his lips before he sent the picture to someone.It didn’t take long before his phone vibrated. The name flashing on the screen was clear: Milan.Vikram answered the call casually while Barak and Arkanza remained engaged in their conversation."Vikram! You’re joking, right? Why is he there?" Milan’s voice rang sharply through the speaker.Vikram chuckled, resisting the urge to hang up immediately. “I just sent you proof, and you’re still a
visiting Barak
Barak stepped out of the car a little awkwardly. His eyes widened in awe at the grandeur of the Smith residence, which stood majestically on a vast estate. The towering white pillars, the meticulously arranged gardens filled with rare flowers, and the pathway covered in white gravel all made him feel as if he had stepped into a completely different world.However, it wasn’t just the architecture of the house that left him stunned. Dozens of guards stood watch at various corners, dressed in black suits with earpieces in their ears. Barak could even feel their sharp gazes scanning him from the moment he got out of the car."This looks more like a palace than an ordinary house," he thought.Just as he was about to take another step forward, a guard approached him. The broad-shouldered man stared at him with an unreadable expression."Name and purpose?" His voice was firm.Barak swallowed hard. "Barak. I came to visit Arkanza."The man in black studied his face for a moment before nodding
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That night, the blaring sound of music filled the luxurious bar in the city center. Glasses filled with alcohol clinked together amidst the echoing laughter. Neon lights flickered in every corner, creating the perfect atmosphere for the wild party in full swing.Amid the crowd, Norman stood behind the VIP table, surrounded by his equally intoxicated friends. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he casually sipped his drink. To him, tonight was a celebration of victory."Arkanza is finished," he thought. He hadn’t expected that bringing down his stepbrother would be this easy. With just a small trap, Arkanza had lost both his dignity and Adam's trust. Now, he could enjoy his freedom without Arkanza's shadow looming over him.Amber, sitting beside Norman, leaned her head against his shoulder with a sweet smile. “You’re truly brilliant, Norman,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming.Norman chuckled lightly, raising his glass. “Of course. I won’t let that brat step into my territory.”His
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That afternoon, a loud bang echoed throughout the house. Norman violently kicked open Arkanza's bedroom door, jolting him awake from his bed. Before Arkanza could even gather his senses, Norman had already grabbed his arm tightly and dragged him out."Get up, you bastard!" Norman hissed, his voice filled with triumph.Arkanza struggled, but Norman's grip was too strong. He nearly stumbled in the long hallway before being shoved roughly into the living room.There, Adam sat arrogantly in the main chair, his legs crossed, his sharp gaze resembling an eagle that had just spotted its prey. Maria stood not far from him, her expression filled with worry, yet she dared not utter a word.Arkanza blinked, still trying to comprehend the situation, until something was thrown at his feet.A stack of photos.Arkanza held his breath as he saw the scattered images on the floor. Each photo captured him in various humiliating situations. They had clearly been taken secretly, but the worst part—they we
little attention
Albert stood awkwardly in front of Maria, his hands clenched in front of his stomach. His eyes flickered toward the dining table, still filled with untouched dishes."Madam, forgive me," he said hesitantly. "Young Master hasn't touched his food at all."Maria, who was busy tidying up the table, paused for a moment. Her eyes filled with worry as she looked at Albert. "You couldn't persuade him?""He kept refusing," Albert replied. "He wouldn't even touch the tea or bread I brought to his room."Maria let out a deep sigh. "I'll talk to him."With hurried steps, she made her way to Arkanza’s room. She knocked a few times before slowly pushing the door open. Inside, Arkanza sat at his desk, staring blankly at the screen of a computer that wasn't even turned on."You haven't eaten anything," Maria said gently.Arkanza didn’t turn to look at her. "I'm not hungry."Maria stepped closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. "At least eat a little. You need energy.""I said I'm not hungry, Maria,