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HighSchool of Billionere Better than you
That day, the extracurricular football practice was held on a fairly spacious field, with clear weather. Norman Samanta, who was part of the school football team, looked uneasy. His recent days had been filled with dissatisfaction, and this practice seemed to be an outlet for all his frustration. On the field, he saw some of his classmates who were also team members, like Ivan and Ravi, who were increasingly showing their skills in the game.Ivan, a tall and confident teammate, was the most relied upon player on the team. On the other hand, Ravi, another teammate who was always calm and strategic, often acted as the playmaker. Norman often felt like a shadow behind them. They were both players admired by many, while he was only there as a backup player who was sometimes called to play.As the practice started, both of them already demonstrated their quality. Ivan kicked the ball powerfully toward the goal, while Ravi made a clever pass. Norman, although he had trained hard, still felt
HighSchool of Billionere eye-catching clothes
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
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Maria was still wearing her work attire when the clock on the wall struck nine in the evening. The office was quiet, with only the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the silence. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the unfinished documents on her desk.The day had felt unbearably long.Adam Smith, the man who had been her boss for over five years, had just returned from the funeral of their great boss—Mr. Mahogra. Maria could see the exhaustion on his face, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else. Something deeper than mere physical fatigue.She observed Adam sitting in his executive chair, his face looking older than before. He hadn’t said a word since returning from the funeral. Maria knew that Mr. Mahogra’s death was a massive blow to Adam.But it wasn’t just about losing a mentor. There was something more.Maria glanced toward the office door. Out there, sitting on the small living room sofa in Adam’s office, was a young girl in a simple black dress. Isabella
the samanta sibling's anxiety
Maria sat in the living room with a cup of tea that had already cooled in her grasp. Her mind drifted far away, too many thoughts swirling in her head lately. Ever since Arkanza started showing a different attitude, Maria knew she couldn't avoid the questions that would come. And today, those questions had finally arrived.Norman and Amber stood before her, their expressions showing clear dissatisfaction."Why have you been siding with Arkanza so much lately?" Norman opened the conversation in a sharp tone, his arms crossed over his chest.Amber nodded in agreement. "You're not acting like yourself. You always reminded us to keep our distance from him, but now? You even seem to be protecting him."Maria took a deep breath and placed her tea cup on the table. Her eyes met those of her two children standing in front of her."Nothing has changed," she said calmly. "I just want to keep the peace in this family."Amber scoffed. "Peace? Since when do you care about peace, Mom? If you really
he knows
Arkanza sat at the edge of his bed, his hand gripping a document he had just received. His eyes scanned every word within it, and the longer he read, the deeper the frown on his forehead became. The document contained information about Isabella's death—not just an ordinary report, but proof that she had not died in an accident. She had been murdered.But what truly shocked Arkanza was not the fact that Isabella had been killed. He had suspected that for a long time. What left him speechless was the name of the perpetrator written in the report.Maria Samanta.Maria, his current stepmother. Maria, Adam Smith's wife. Maria, the woman who had always shown a gentle face in front of him.Arkanza slowly closed the document and placed it on the bedside table. His body leaned against the headboard, and unconsciously, a soft chuckle escaped his lips.At first, the laughter was small, almost like a murmur. But as time passed, it grew louder until it filled the quiet room.He wasn't laughing out
follower memories
Arkanza gasped for breath. His breathing was still heavy after what had just happened at the dining table. His body leaned against the bedroom wall while his mind drifted to the recent events. His hands clutched the blanket wrapped around his legs, but the cold still seeped deep into his bones.Slowly, his mind traveled far into the past, back to a life before he became part of the Smith family. To a time when he was not Arkanza Lev Bogdan, but Arkanza Mahogra.Snow fell heavily on the narrow streets lined with old buildings. The freezing night air pierced through, making anyone without shelter shiver to the bone. Yet, a small boy in tattered clothes and a frail body endured, crouching beside a trash bin filled with leftover food.His trembling hands dug through the contents, searching for anything still edible. His stomach had long been empty, and all he could do was hope for crumbs of bread or something to fill his belly tonight.That boy was Adam.Just as his fingers found somethin
terrible dinner
After that afternoon conversation, Adam entered his study and immediately contacted someone. His voice was low and firm, but the content of the discussion was unclear to anyone in the house. Arkanza, still trying to calm his mind, didn’t think much about it.Time passed quickly, and as evening approached, the servants began setting the dining table. As usual, dinner at the Smith residence was served with grandeur. Expensive porcelain plates filled with appetizing dishes were neatly arranged, the crystal chandelier above the table cast a soft glow, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the air.Although his body still ached, Arkanza came to the dining table as usual. Sitting in his usual seat, he only wanted to finish this meal quickly and return to his room to rest.Albert was there too, seated not far from him. The man occasionally glanced at Arkanza as if debating whether to say something or remain silent. However, when Adam finally took his seat, all conversation ceased.“Enjoy your
reason
That morning, the sun began to show its light, illuminating the vast courtyard of the Smith residence. However, for Arkanza, the morning light did not bring warmth. His body still ached from the wounds he had hidden. A full night’s sleep was not enough to restore his condition.Albert was still watching him with suspicion, but he didn’t ask any further. He kept his promise to keep Arkanza’s condition a secret—at least for now. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t have questions swirling in his mind.Arkanza slowly got out of bed. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he forced himself to stay upright. Today, he had to go to campus as usual. There was no reason to stay home and attract more attention from the Smith family.After getting ready, he put on a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket to cover the wounds on his body. His steps felt heavier than usual as he walked out of his room.Albert, who was standing by the door, simply stared at him in silence."Are you sure you can g
keep this a secret from my family
The night sky was still dark when Arkanza sneaked into the Smith residence. He moved cautiously, avoiding the glare of security cameras and patrolling guards. The rarely used back route was his choice. Every step felt heavy, not just from exhaustion but also from the throbbing pain of the wounds scattered across his body.Once inside the house, he headed straight for his room. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. His hands trembled as he locked the door from the inside. Only then did he take off the black jacket clinging to his body. The fabric was soaked in blood—some his own, some from… someone else. With a rough motion, he threw the jacket into the corner of the room.His body burned with heat. The wounds he had sustained had yet to stop bleeding completely. But before he could clean himself up, there was something more important to take care of. Quickly, Arkanza reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small object wrapped in black cloth. He stared at it
enemy in the smith family
The room fell silent again after the alarm blared. Arkanza steadied his breathing, gripping the knife he had just taken from one of Rian’s unconscious men on the floor. However, he knew that continuing to fight would only drain his energy. If he wanted to get out safely, he needed a plan.He glanced at the broken plastic handcuffs, then looked toward the still-open door. Footsteps were approaching, and the voices of armed men echoed down the hallway. If he fought again now, he would run out of strength before he could escape.I have to endure.In an instant, Arkanza made his decision. He dropped the knife onto the floor, exhaled deeply, and slumped against the wall as if he had lost all his strength. The wounds on his body would make his act more convincing.Seconds later, four men rushed in. They saw their unconscious comrade before turning to Arkanza, who appeared helpless in the corner of the room."You bastard!" one of them cursed. "He tried to escape!""Should we just finish him
Arkanza was kidnapped
Arkanza stepped off the bus casually. After the trip to the business museum, he felt slightly lighter, as if the burden on his mind had lifted for a moment. However, the moment his feet touched the campus ground, a bad feeling crept into his mind.He glanced around. The sun was almost setting, casting long shadows between the campus buildings. The students who had joined the tour had already dispersed to their respective destinations. Some walked toward the dormitories, while others were engaged in conversations in front of the main building.Arkanza slid his hands into his pockets, intending to head straight to the parking lot. However, as he passed through a deserted corridor behind the faculty building, his steps halted.Four men stood there, casually leaning against the wall. They were dressed like ordinary students, but there was something in their eyes that felt off.Arkanza glanced back. The path he had just walked was now empty.He let out a breath. "What do you want?" he aske
