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HighSchool of Billionere All bout Arkanza
That night, the atmosphere at the Smith residence was unusually quiet, though not in Norman’s room. The space that was usually serene was now filled with strange sounds—the soft echo of footsteps and whispers barely audible. Arkanza, his step-sibling, was sitting at the edge of Norman’s bed, glancing around with hesitation. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and sleep pants, her hair slightly messy after a day full of exhausting events. Her house was under repair after the attack a few days ago. As part of the recovery process, she was temporarily moved into Norman’s room, which was quieter and more isolated from the bustle of the main house.Norman sat at his desk, staring at his phone screen without focus. He already knew what had happened; he had heard all the speculation about the Smith family that was circulating in the city. But that day, his heart felt heavier than usual. Arkanza was in his room—the place where he had always found solace. Now, it had to be shared with someone he n
HighSchool of Billionere realize something is different
The evening crept silently over the Smith family estate. Outside, the sky slowly faded from a warm amber to an inky black, leaving traces of sunlight shimmering faintly behind the clouds. The sprawling house was nearly silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock echoing from the drawing room.Albert stood at the end of the corridor, staring into a dimly lit empty room through the narrow gap in the door. His right hand clutched a wrinkled cloth, though his thoughts wandered far beyond the present. That shadow returned again—the one he had tried to ignore for so long, yet it lingered persistently in every corner of his mind.Something was different. It was a feeling that had nagged at him for days now, though no words could quite capture it. Arkanza—the figure who had once dominated his life with an iron presence—seemed suddenly distant, even though his body still inhabited this house."Why are you standing there daydreaming like that?" Milan's voice broke through the silence. He
HighSchool of Billionere A pendant
Arkanza took a deep breath as he stared at the stack of old cardboard boxes in the corner of the room. Some of the boxes were worn out, covered in dust, and had been left untouched for years. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, walked closer, and carefully began opening the boxes one by one. Old belongings began to scatter—worn-out books, nearly crumpled documents, and a few forgotten trinkets.It was Sunday, and he needed to retrieve some tools and ornaments from his room that had been stored in the warehouse following its renovation.Amidst his busy hands, a small silver box caught his attention. It was hidden beneath a pile of old fabric, as though it had been deliberately forgotten for years. Arkanza picked up the box, blew off its dusty surface, and noticed beautiful engravings—strange symbols that adorned every side of it."Whose is this?" he muttered softly.His hands brushed over the box's surface, feeling the engravings that seemed to tell a silent story. Slowly, Ark
HighSchool of Billionere family vacation
The morning sun shone brightly, warming the streets that were starting to crowd with families heading off for vacations. Arkanza sat quietly in the back seat of the car, leaning against the window and staring blankly outside. Today, the entire Smith family had decided to go to a villa by the beach. The villa not only offered a stunning view of the vast ocean but also a lush atmosphere with tall, shady trees surrounding it.In the middle row, Amber and Norman, his step-siblings, sat with bored expressions. Amber was busy polishing her nails with bright red polish, while Norman, her 18-year-old brother, kept playing games on his phone with a volume loud enough to be annoying.“So noisy,” Arkanza muttered softly.“What did you say?” Norman turned sharply, but Arkanza remained silent.“Enough, stop fighting!” Maria, Arkanza’s stepmother, broke the tension with her soft but firm voice. “Arkanza, don’t let him provoke you. And Norman, turn the volume down on that game.”Adam Smith, their fa
HighSchool of Billionere wrong target
Mistaken Identity on the Seashore The afternoon sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. The sun shone brightly, casting its golden rays over the sparkling ocean waves. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves echoed across the shoreline, blending with the cries of seagulls circling in the vast blue sky. It was a perfect day at the beach—a picturesque scene for the Smith family's vacation. Yet amidst all this beauty, Norman Smith's mood remained sour. Frustration lingered from the morning, fueled by his annoyance at Arkanza, his aloof stepbrother. Arkanza’s cold demeanor and distant nature irritated Norman to no end. Today, Norman had decided he’d had enough. While Arkanza was in the upstairs bathroom, Norman seized the opportunity. Sneaking into Arkanza’s room, Norman’s eyes landed on a dark jacket hanging lazily over a chair by the window. There was something odd about the jacket—it bore a faint, mysterious emblem on the inside lining—but Norman paid it no mind. “Perfect,” Norman mu
HighSchool of Billionere Blurry
Norman sat silently in the back of the car, his gaze blankly fixed on the dark road ahead. The silence of the night felt suffocating, as if each passing second carried an unbearable tension. Beside him, Milan and Vikram sat with serious expressions, not uttering a single word. Only the hum of the car engine broke the stillness.“Mr. Norman,” Milan finally broke the silence, his voice cutting through the oppressive atmosphere. “You need to remember one thing—what you saw earlier... never speak of it to anyone.”Norman turned his head, his eyes still filled with confusion and disbelief. What he had witnessed was unimaginable. Even now, his mind struggled to process the reality of being caught in such a situation. Yet, as he observed the grave expressions on Milan and Vikram's faces, he knew this was not the time to ask questions.“What do you mean?” Norman asked softly, his voice trembling slightly. “Why... why must I keep this a secret? What is really happening?”Vikram, seated next to
HighSchool of Billionere A secret
Milan and Vikram exchanged glances, as if engaging in an unspoken conversation. Norman could feel the tension in the air, sensing that they were hiding something. He waited with bated breath, hoping they would answer his question.Vikram finally spoke, his tone flat and laced with warning. “This is not your concern. Leave everything to us.”Norman fell silent, feeling as though those words were a heavy blow. “But I’m involved in this. I’ve seen everything. I... I need to know what’s going on,” he replied, frustration growing in his voice.Milan leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. “You only need to know one thing, sir,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “You must keep this a secret from Mr. and Mrs. Big. Whatever happens next is our responsibility.”Vikram added in a serious tone, “What you saw was just a small piece of a much bigger picture. If you knew more, it would only bring greater danger. And this isn’t something you can handle.”Norman’s heart raced. He felt to
HighSchool of Billionere Hurry up!
Arkanza realized there was some truth in their words, but he still felt there was something deeper, something more hidden. "You still haven’t answered my question," he said calmly, though his tone was full of tension. "Why? Why do you feel the need to capture me? What are you afraid of?"One of the men pulled out a gun from inside his jacket, pointing it at Arkanza. "We’re afraid you’ll destroy everything we’ve built," he replied. "We can’t let you keep walking free. You know things that could ruin all of us, Lev Bodgan. And we won’t let that happen."Hearing this, Arkanza smirked slightly, showing no fear. "Destroy you? Stop boasting." He began walking slowly toward them. "What you’re saying is nonsense. I don’t even understand what any of this is about!"The big man raised his hand, signaling his men to get ready. "We’re the ones who know what you’re hiding, Mr. Lev Bodgan. We know about the network you’ve built, the people you control, and we all know you’re no ordinary businessman
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"I just wanted to return the book you lent me yesterday. Thank you, it was really interesting." Lilian placed the book on his desk and sat in the seat next to him.Across the room, Valerie watched the scene with a cold gaze. She bit her bottom lip, trying to distract herself by writing in her notebook, but her fingers paused halfway."Why is she always around him?" Valerie muttered quietly to herself.Valerie had long harbored feelings for Arkanza. Though she never expressed it directly, she always made sure to be by his side, both as a friend and a support in various things. But since Lilian had come into the picture, Arkanza's attention had become divided, and that made Valerie feel sidelined.Every time she saw Lilian talking to Arkanza, Valerie felt a tightness in her chest. She tried to ignore those feelings, convincing herself that Lilian had no ill intentions. But the more she saw their closeness, the harder it was to suppress her jealousy."Valerie, are you okay?" one of her f
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“Thank you,” Arkanza replied curtly, trying to keep his tone neutral.Lilian sat beside him, her face as cheerful as ever. “What’s on your mind? You’ve been daydreaming a lot lately.”Arkanza sighed. “Life. Sometimes it’s too complicated to understand.”Lilian gave a small smile. “Life is like that. But you don’t have to face it alone, Arkanza. Sometimes, sharing helps.”Her words sounded genuine, and for a moment, Arkanza was tempted to open up. But he knew better. He couldn’t trust Lilian completely—not yet.As days passed, Arkanza found himself talking to Lilian more often. They sat together during breaks, shared snacks, or simply chatted casually in the school garden. Lilian often talked about her life at home, about her family running a small bakery near the city center.“My parents are hard workers,” Lilian said one day. “But they always make sure I have time to study and do the things I love.”Arkanza looked at her curiously. “They sound like good people.”“They are,” Lilian re
tired
Lilian appeared seemingly out of nowhere, glaring at the teacher with an unusual sharpness in her eyes.Enzo looked momentarily startled but didn’t back down. “Oh, it’s you again. What is it?” he asked, stepping closer.Lilian stood firm. “I heard Miss Isla is looking for you. She said it’s urgent.”Arkanza felt an unexpected sense of relief. Once again, Lilian had come to his aid. Even though he couldn’t show much gratitude, he sensed something profound in her actions—something he couldn’t easily understand.“What is it you really want from me?” Arkanza asked after a brief silence.Lilian glanced at him before turning back to Enzo. “You’d better go now, or Miss Isla might get upset. It seems important,” she said flatly. Without waiting for Enzo’s response, she pulled Arkanza away.In his mind, Arkanza began to wonder: Why did Lilian always appear in these critical moments? There had to be more to it than just good intentions. Lilian seemed to know something she wasn’t revealing.In t
Mr. enzo
But Arkanza wasn’t satisfied with that answer. Why did Lilian always appear at critical moments like this?Suspicious ObservationsDays passed, yet the question lingered in Arkanza’s mind. He began to observe Lilian’s movements around the school. She was often seen watching him from afar, but every time he tried to approach her, Lilian disappeared into the crowd.One day, the opportunity arose. In a quiet library, Arkanza found Lilian reading a thick book on psychology.“You always show up at the right time. Are you a spy or something?” Arkanza joked, though he was half-serious.Lilian looked up, smiling faintly. “Maybe I just care.”“Care? Why?”Lilian closed her book and fixed her gaze on Arkanza with an inscrutable expression. “Because I know what it’s like to be in that position. I don’t want to see bad things happen again.”Her answer only deepened Arkanza’s suspicion. He wanted to press further, but Lilian stood up. “I have to go. See you around, Arkanza.”He could only watch as
the deal
With unwavering resolve, Arkanza pushed forward. But he was also acutely aware that the deeper he probed, the greater the danger he faced. Damien had the power to destroy everything Arkanza had built, and beyond that, his network could crush anyone who dared to stand in his way.Weeks later, Arkanza received shocking news. He learned that Damien had infiltrated his network—even some of his most trusted allies had betrayed him and sided with Damien. Hearing this, Arkanza realized that his future was in jeopardy. He would not only have to confront Damien directly but also fight against those who had once stood by his side.The only way to uncover Damien’s plan was to face him in person, but Arkanza knew the confrontation would not be easy. If Damien truly knew his every move, every step Arkanza took would be under careful scrutiny.Taking a significant risk, Arkanza decided to meet Damien face-to-face, hoping to uncover who was truly pulling the strings. He knew the meeting would be per
shopia?
One night, while in his study, Arkanza received a message from one of his trusted subordinates. There was new information that could lead to Malov’s location. Without hesitation, Arkanza decided to follow the lead.But when Arkanza arrived at the location, he was met with an unexpected reality. There, he encountered someone he had once trusted deeply: Evelyn, a brilliant and confident woman he had always considered an ally.“Evelyn?” Arkanza asked in shock, trying to steady himself despite the turmoil in his heart. “What are you doing here?”Evelyn offered a faint smile, cold and devoid of the warmth they once shared.“I didn’t expect you to come, Arkanza. But I suppose this is as good a time as any for a conversation.”“A conversation?” Arkanza felt a chill run through him. “What’s going on? What are you hiding, Evelyn?”Evelyn chuckled softly, her laughter carrying an edge of disdain.“I’m no one now, Arkanza. I’m just playing a much larger game. Malov is the only one who knows wh
arkanza discovered
However, the deeper Arkanza delved, the more he felt something was off. The information Aidan provided was too easy to find, too perfect. Was Aidan truly trying to help, or was he merely leading Arkanza into a larger trap?That evening, Arkanza met Aidan again at the same location. This time, the atmosphere between them was tense.“I’ve analyzed the data, Aidan. Something’s not right. It’s all too perfect. Are you really helping me, or are you setting me up for something bigger?” Arkanza asked, his voice laced with suspicion.Aidan hesitated for a moment, seemingly shaken by the question. “What are you implying?” he asked, his voice slightly trembling.“This data is too structured, too deliberate. I don’t know if you’re truly trying to help me or if you’re working for someone more powerful than Smith. Don’t think I’m a fool, Aidan,” Arkanza said sharply, scrutinizing Aidan’s every move.Aidan looked confused and slightly anxious. “Arkanza, I… I just want you to know the truth. I’m tr
enemy in the Blanket
As he moved further into the room, he spotted a familiar figure in front of him—Malov. The man who had once been his closest ally now stood among individuals who seemed to wield power beyond comprehension.Malov’s gaze met Arkanza’s, expressionless as if he didn’t recognize him. Yet Arkanza could see something dark in his eyes—something that had transformed Malov into someone unrecognizable.“Arkanza,” Malov said in a low voice. “You’ve come all this way just to see this?”A faint smile crossed Malov’s face, and in that moment, Arkanza realized this was not the same Malov he once knew. The man before him was a traitor, vastly different from the friend who had once stood by his side.“Don’t try to hide what you’ve done, Malov,” Arkanza said firmly. “I know who’s behind all this. And I will stop it.”Malov merely smiled. “You’re too late, Arkanza. Everything has already changed. The truth you’re seeking… is far out of reach.”The meeting had just begun, and Arkanza knew this was only th
The Path to Hidden Truths
Arkanza’s search had taken him far from what he had initially imagined. At first, he had sought only to exact revenge on Adam Smith, the man who had betrayed him and taken away his power. But the deeper he dug, the more mysteries he uncovered, drawing him into a conspiracy far greater than he had anticipated. One note, found in a hidden archive, became the starting point for investigating an unexpected and secretive organization.The note was written in nearly illegible handwriting, as though someone had intentionally tried to conceal their identity. However, upon closer inspection, Arkanza was able to piece it together into something larger. Hidden within the words was confusing information about an organization he had never imagined—an entity seemingly beyond Adam Smith’s control. This organization appeared to have played a role in shaping his life and, more shockingly, in the downfall of the group he had built and even in his supposed death.After nights of analysis, Arkanza knew t