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HighSchool of Billionere tour
Almost a month had passed since Arkanza had last attended his lectures due to family matters (his punishment). When he finally returned to campus, the atmosphere felt slightly different. Some students glanced his way, while others whispered about him in hushed tones. He was used to being the center of attention, but this time, it wasn’t because of his status as the heir of the Smith family—it was because of his prolonged absence.That morning, a professor announced that business students would be going on a visit to a well-known business museum in the city. The museum not only showcased the history of economic and industrial development but also featured interactive sessions with several renowned business figures.After the meeting ended, Arkanza prepared to head to the parking lot. However, Milan, his ever-loyal attendant, was already standing near the luxurious car that Arkanza usually used.“Young Master, I’ve prepared the car for the trip to the museum,” Milan said with a responsi
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere 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
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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
HighSchool of Billionere 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
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encouragement
Not long after the fire, the police began investigating the incident. Several eyewitnesses who saw Norman and Amber leaving their residence that night contacted the authorities. Soon, officers arrived in patrol cars, and in an instant, they were cornered. Norman and Amber could no longer escape reality. They knew there was no way they could get away with it. The truth had been exposed, and they had to face the punishment that awaited them. With their hands cuffed, they were taken to the police station. Amber could only lower her head, unable to meet Norman’s gaze. Tears still streamed down her cheeks. Norman, though appearing strong, couldn’t suppress the tightness in his chest. Everything they had done, everything they had fought for, had ultimately led to destruction. In the interrogation room, they sat across from the officers. Outside, the sounds of sirens and the hurried footsteps of busy officers filled the air. But inside that quiet room, there was only an overwhelming si
lost
The sky above him appeared blurred, swirling like a watercolor painting dissolving in time. Arkanza stood in the middle of a vast, empty land. This place was strange—there were no boundaries, no other sounds except for a faint heartbeat coming from somewhere unknown.He didn’t remember how he got here. All he knew was that his body felt light, as if he was no longer part of the real world."So, we finally meet again," a voice sounded from behind him.Arkanza turned around and saw a familiar figure. Lev Bodgan stood there, a faint smile on his lips, hands tucked into his pockets. His dark eyes gazed at Arkanza with deep meaning."Lev…" Arkanza's voice was hoarse, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time.Lev shrugged. "I’ve been waiting for you."Arkanza frowned. "Waiting for me? For what?"Lev didn’t answer right away. He simply looked at Arkanza for a moment before walking slowly, gesturing for him to follow.Arkanza stepped behind him, trying to make sense of the strange feeling wei
finally arkanza realized
A few days later, Arkanza opened his eyes. The white hospital ceiling greeted him. His body felt heavy, but there was a warmth accompanying him. Maria sat beside his bed, asleep with her head resting on the mattress. Arkanza stared at her for a long time. She was still alive. That meant their leap had succeeded. Unconsciously, a small smile formed on his lips. Beside him, Maria woke up, gazing at him with teary eyes. "You're awake..." her voice was soft. Arkanza tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out. Maria reached out and held his hand tightly. "Rest. I'm here." Arkanza closed his eyes. Though his body ached, he felt a warmth he had never known before—the warmth of a mother. That morning, the sky was clear despite the gentle breeze sweeping through the ruins of the Smith residence. The grand house that once stood firm now lay in blackened debris, consumed by the fire from the previous night. Norman and Amber stood before the ruins of their home, frozen as
arkanza in coma again
The hospital atmosphere felt silent, with only the hurried footsteps and the hum of medical machines filling every corner of the room. That day, Barak felt as if the world he knew had changed, spinning out of control. Though his body was still weak and slightly disoriented, he knew there was one thing he had to do—visit the hospital, the place that now stood as a silent witness to the battle between life and death he had just faced. Barak woke up in a hospital bed, his eyes heavy, and his head still slightly dizzy. However, his thoughts immediately drifted to the one thing that troubled him. As he opened his eyes, he saw the pristine white ceiling and smelled the sharp scent of antiseptic. He vividly remembered the incident that had brought him here—a crash that had changed his life in an instant. The most striking thing was someone he cared about. The incident had not only altered his life but had also left a mark on his heart. Someone he cherished was now fighting for their life
Adam Smith's Homecoming
Rushed footsteps echoed down the hospital corridor. Adam walked quickly, his sharp eyes scanning every room he passed. His heart felt heavy. He needed to make sure that the people most precious to him were safe.When he reached Arkanza’s hospital room, Adam didn’t hesitate—he pushed the door open.Inside, Maria sat beside Arkanza’s bed, her face pale and exhausted. Her hands clutched Arkanza’s, which remained motionless as he lay unconscious.Without a word, Adam moved toward Maria and pulled her into his embrace.Maria was startled, but her body was too drained to resist. In Adam’s arms, her tense form gradually relaxed. There was warmth in his embrace, something reassuring amid the devastation they had endured.Adam pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, trying to soothe her. Maria closed her eyes, feeling the tremors in him—the pain he carried.They had lost everything—their home was now nothing but rubble and ashes.Chapter 2: Unanswered AnxietyMaria took a deep breath, ga
unimaginable sacrifice
Here's the English translation of your text:Hot. Stifling.Arkanza woke up, gasping for air. The moment his eyes opened, they stung, and the acrid smell of smoke filled his lungs. He coughed violently, trying to grasp what was happening.As his awareness returned, he realized something far worse—the door to his room was locked from the outside.Quickly, he got out of bed and tried to open the door. But it was useless. The handle wouldn't turn. The terrifying situation became even more dire as he heard the crackling sound of burning wood outside.The house was on fire.His blood ran cold. He stepped back, scanning the room as thick black smoke began to fill the air. His breathing grew heavier, cold sweat dripping down his temple."Who did this? Why is the door locked?"He kicked the door with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. Panic crept into his body, but Arkanza forced himself to think clearly. If he didn't get out soon, he would burn to death in there.Outside, Albert stood amo
a decision
In the Dimly Lit RoomIn the dimly lit room, Norman sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Amber, who stood anxiously near the window. The light drizzle outside made the atmosphere even colder, but it wasn’t the air that made Amber shiver—it was the creeping fear in her heart."Norman, are you sure about this?" Amber asked, her voice barely a whisper.Norman turned to her with a cold gaze. "We have no choice, Amber. I'm sick of this place. We have to leave."Amber bit her lip. "But... burning down this house? Isn't that too much? We can just leave without doing something like this."Norman scoffed and stood up. "And let Adam keep controlling everything? Let him continue treating us like puppets he can manipulate however he wants? No, Amber. We have to make sure he no longer has power over us."Amber lowered her head, still hesitant. "But what about Mother? What if she refuses?"Norman took a deep breath. "That's what we need to find out. We'll talk to her this afternoon when Adam isn'
statement
The sound of a car engine roared from outside, signaling Adam’s arrival with Norman and Amber. That day, a light drizzle fell, dampening the front yard of the Smith family's grand home. As soon as the main door opened, Norman stepped inside first, shaking off his slightly wet jacket. Amber followed behind him, rubbing her arms against the cold air.Adam was the last to enter, briefly patting Norman’s shoulder before calmly taking off his coat. His eyes scanned the room for a moment, as if searching for someone. But before he could say anything, the warm aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, capturing his attention."Maria must be in the kitchen," he murmured before heading in that direction.Inside the spacious and cozy kitchen, Maria stood among the maids who were busily preparing dinner. Though she didn’t move much, her presence alone ensured that everything ran smoothly. When she heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, a gentle smile immediately graced her lips."Adam," sh
increasingly restrained
A light drizzle fell over the university courtyard as Arkanza stepped out of the classroom, his mind swirling with questions that had been bothering him more and more each day. Adam had never truly cared about him before. They rarely spoke, and Adam was always too preoccupied with business matters. But lately, everything had changed. Adam had become more controlling, as if he didn’t want Arkanza to move even an inch without his approval.Rules that were once vague had now become painfully clear. It wasn’t just about family or business affairs—Adam was even starting to dictate his friendships. Arkanza was not allowed to be close to anyone unless they had Adam’s approval."What is he really thinking?" Arkanza muttered under his breath.Beside him, Barak stretched lazily, yawning. Classes were over, and as usual, they planned to grab lunch at the cafeteria."Hey, let’s eat first. I’m starving," Barak said, patting Arkanza’s shoulder.Arkanza had just nodded when several men in black suit