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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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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,
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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
get close to the Barak
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,