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HighSchool of Billionere flashback
The rain poured heavily as the black car passed through the grand gates of the Smith residence. Maria sat silently in the passenger seat, her hands still trembling despite Adam holding them tightly. The wounds on her body might heal, but the ones in her heart? She wasn’t sure.She had just left behind a life filled with suffering—a cruel husband, a house that never felt like home. It was Adam who saved her, who helped her escape that hell. Now, she was in a new place, in the home of the man who had rescued her."From now on, this is your home," Adam said gently.Maria looked at the magnificent building before her with mixed emotions. Norman and Amber, her two children, sat in the back seat. They had barely spoken since leaving their old home. Both were still adjusting.As they stepped out of the car, the front door opened. A boy stood in the doorway, watching them with a wary gaze.Maria recognized the boy. Arkanza.Without thinking, she knelt down and opened her arms. "Arkanza, sweet
HighSchool of Billionere the past part 2
Maria sat in the living room of the Smith family home with a worried expression. Her fingers clutched the fabric of her blouse, her eyes fixed on the two people standing before her—Norman and Amber. Her children from her second marriage, both of whom could never get along with Arkanza, Adam Smith’s eldest son from his previous marriage.“How many times do I have to say this? Stop causing trouble with Arkanza,” Maria’s voice was tense, but Norman merely clicked his tongue in annoyance.“He’s the one who always acts like he’s in charge of this house, Ma,” Norman retorted. “As if he’s the only one with a right to all of this.”Amber, sitting beside him, chimed in. “That’s right. He acts like the sole heir. But we’re also Dad’s family. We have rights too!”Maria closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ease the growing anxiety weighing on her chest. The relationship between Arkanza and her two children had worsened over time. Norman and Amber felt that Arkanza always received special treat
HighSchool of Billionere maria's prayer
A light drizzle fell outside the window, reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. Maria stood in the hospital corridor, her body trembling—not from the cold air, but from the fear that gnawed at her soul. Behind the door of the intensive care unit, Arkanza lay in a coma—motionless, with only the monotonous beeping of medical equipment filling the suffocating silence.Maria couldn’t bring herself to step inside. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to run in, to hold the young man’s hand, to beg for forgiveness. But guilt anchored her in place. The piercing gaze of Adam from a few hours ago was still burned into her mind, filled with fury and contempt."If anything happens to Arkanza, I will never forgive you."Adam hadn’t raised his voice, but the firmness and threat in his tone made Maria feel an undeniable fear.Norman and Amber.Her own flesh and blood. The children she had carried in her womb had now become monsters, ready to destroy her life. Maria covered her face with b
HighSchool of Billionere Adam is upset
Adam sat behind his office desk, his fingers tapping restlessly on the wooden surface. The financial report placed before him displayed numbers that made his headache even worse. The company was still unstable after a series of management system failures, and it only added to his frustration."How is this still a mess?" His sharp voice made the executives standing before him tense up."I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. We're still working on fixing the system. It takes time to—"Adam shot the man a piercing look, cutting him off. "I don't want excuses. I want solutions. If nothing changes within a week, I'll handle it myself."A heavy silence filled the room. The executives knew that when Adam said he would step in, it meant a massive restructuring was coming—and many heads would roll.Without another word, Adam stood up, grabbed his coat, and strode out with a furious expression. The day had already been bad enough, and he just wanted to go home and find some peace.As his car passed through the
HighSchool of Billionere dragged home
Maria noticed the tension between them. Arkanza glared at his father in anger, but Adam showed no signs of backing down.“Lilian,” Arkanza turned to the girl, gripping her smaller hand tightly, his voice softer. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”Lilian gave a small smile, though it was clear she felt uncomfortable. It was obvious that her father truly didn’t like her. “It’s okay. We can talk again another time.”Arkanza nodded and turned toward the car, his face filled with suppressed rage.As they all got into the car, an oppressive silence engulfed them.Maria clasped her hands together, trying to calm herself. She could feel Arkanza’s burning anger, and she knew this wasn’t the end of the problem.As the car began moving, Maria looked at her husband with a worried expression.Amber sat in the spacious and elegant living room, picking up a biscuit from the porcelain plate on the table. She enjoyed her afternoon snack leisurely, though deep inside, there was a hint of unease. Adam hadn’t co
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere 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'
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In a vast field covered with green grass, two twin children ran joyfully. They looked like shadows chasing each other, running back and forth without getting tired. Their arms swung freely, laughing together, as if the world belonged only to the two of them.The first twin, a girl with curly hair flowing behind her, ran faster. Her face was cheerful, her pink lips stretched into a wide smile. She glanced back, seeing her sister slightly behind. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted while laughing.Her sister, with the same bright blue eyes, tried to catch up, but her feet started to stumble little by little. Without realizing it, her steps became unstable, and eventually, she fell hard to the ground, her hands touching the dew-covered grass."Ow!" she cried out, but there was still a hint of laughter in her voice, even though there was pain in her body.The faster twin ran backward, seeing her sister fall. However, instead of helping, she just laughed. "Haha, you fell!" she said teasingly,
part 2
The Smith residence had changed. The house, once known as a place of power, luxury, and pride, had now become a house of mourning. Every room was filled with sorrow that haunted every corner. Everyone who had known Arkanza felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The coffin placed in the center of the living room became the focal point. Arkanza’s body lay stiff inside, his once vibrant face now appearing calm, though marred with wounds. Maria, his mother, sat beside the coffin, wearing the last outfit Arkanza had worn, as if unwilling to let her son go.Around the coffin, Arkanza’s friends gathered—those who had once been part of his life, who had shared countless moments with him, now stood with bowed heads. Milan, Albert, Vikram, Barak, Valerie, Lilian, Norman, Amber, and many other relatives came to pay their final respects.Milan stood in a corner of the room, his tears streaming endlessly. There were no words he could say. His hands, usually steady and
death of arkanza
While Adam knelt on the ground, crying, he was no longer a king—but a loser who had fallen in a battle he himself had created.In the distance, police sirens wailed, signaling that the era of Adam Smith had truly ended."And I was just counting each of your sins, father," he said coldly.But for a moment, Arkanza let his guard down. A small mistake that made him underestimate the danger that came.In a matter of seconds, Adam sprang up, wild and swift, grabbing the gun lying on the floor. A loud gunshot shattered the air.Arkanza dodged, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a burning, searing wound on his skin.Adam laughed, the sound manic amidst the tense silence. "Did you think I'd just sit still?" he growled, voice thick with hatred.Arkanza gave a thin smile, suppressing the spreading pain. "I knew you wouldn't surrender that easily," he replied calmly. "But this time, you will lose."Just as Arkanza moved to strike, the back door burst open. A figure he knew all too well
next part of traitor
Everything turned into chaos.Police shouted, people scattered, and reporters chased like a pack of hungry dogs.Adam ran with all his might, cutting through narrow alleys behind the buildings, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.In his mind, there was only one word: survive.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.He, Adam Smith, was supposed to be immune to all this.He was supposed to be above the law, above the world.Sweat poured down his forehead as he kept running without direction.Arkanza watched the chase unfold from a small screen in his hand.He knew Adam would run.He had predicted it.Arkanza had no intention of stopping him now.There was still the final act to play.Calmly, he closed his phone, put on his jacket, and stepped out of the café into the cold night.Adam could run as far as he wanted.But he could never escape the truth.In a filthy corner of the city, Adam finally stopped, gasping, his body trembling.He leaned against a brick wall, his eyes searching
traitor
"Are you all stupid?!" Adam roared, slamming the table in the silent meeting room.His subordinates only lowered their heads, not daring to meet his bloodshot eyes."Who leaked the data?! Who betrayed us?!"Adam's voice echoed, full of anger and paranoia.No one answered.Because no one knew.Because their true enemy had never been seen—like a ghost lurking in the shadows.Adam clutched his hair, breathing heavily.Fear began to creep into his mind.He, the invincible Adam Smith, now couldn’t trust anyone.One by one, he began dismissing his subordinates, accusing without proof, firing managers, scolding secretaries, threatening lawyers.The Smith Corporation headquarters had turned into a minefield of fear.Everyone walked on shattered glass, terrified of becoming the next target of Adam’s wrath.From a distance, Arkanza watched it all.Through hidden CCTV feeds, through secret recordings sent by his informants.He saw Adam raging in the meeting room, smashing his phone, throwing cha
final
mThat night, the rain poured mercilessly, drenching every corner of the city.Behind the dark curtain of rain, a lone figure moved slowly through the darkness, leaving behind the grand and cold residence of the Smith family.Arkanza Lev Bodgan, the only son of Adam Smith and Isabella Bodgan, had now become nothing more than a shadow disappearing from the world that once raised him.No message. No farewell.He simply left—leaving everyone questioning, creating an empty void in the once-intricate and deceitful mansion.Arkanza knew this decision would leave many wounds. But he had to do it.To free himself, to uncover the truth, and most importantly: to bring down Adam Smith, his own father.A few days later, in a small town far from the bustling center, a man named Agni began to emerge among the ordinary crowd.No one knew who he was. No one questioned the small scar on his face or the sharp, secretive look in his eyes.Agni was Arkanza—who had discarded his old identity.He changed h
more clear
Dusk had not fully fallen when Milan briskly walked down the long corridor leading to Albert’s study. His steps were heavy, filled with a fury he could barely contain. In his hand, he tightly gripped a letter he had found in Arkanza’s room. A short message—an unmistakable sign that Arkanza had decided to leave. To leave him. And Milan had no doubt who was behind that sudden decision."You’re the one who influenced him, aren’t you?" Milan accused bluntly the moment he entered Albert’s room.Albert, calmly seated behind his desk, met Milan’s gaze with sharp but cold eyes. “What are you implying, Milan?”“Don’t play dumb! Arkanza left because of you! You’ve been filling his head with nonsense, making him believe this place isn’t for him!”“That’s not true,” Albert replied calmly. “Arkanza made that decision on his own. I never forced him to leave.”“But you were always with him, whispering things that made him doubt me! You wanted to separate us!”Before Albert could respond, Vikram ente
liberation
The room was dim. Only the glow from the surveillance screens illuminated Milan and Vikram’s serious faces. Their eyes were fixed on the live footage from various corners of the now-empty Smith residence—silent, and almost like a museum of memories. They knew Arkanza would come. They also knew this was no ordinary meeting.Footsteps approached. Then the door opened.“So you two are here,” Arkanza’s voice was calm, but carried a pressure that made both men instantly stand straight.Arkanza stepped in, dressed entirely in black, a long cloak billowing behind him. His face was different—not the lost young man he once was, but someone who knew where he was going, and more importantly: who his enemy was.“Young master, what are you doing here?” Milan spoke softly, relief in his voice.Vikram remained silent, his eyes sharply observing Arkanza’s every move. The tension in the air was subtle, yet suffocating.“I’d like a moment of your time,” said Arkanza. He stopped right in front of them,
a question whose answer is definite
The bathroom was filled with the soft scent of soap as Albert helped Arkanza remove his night robe. The warm light from the ceiling lamp cast faint shadows on the walls. Albert always worked efficiently, his movements practiced and unwavering. But this time, something felt different—like an invisible weight lingering between them.As Albert touched Arkanza’s arm to help him into the bathtub, Arkanza suddenly spoke."Albert," he called, his voice quiet but clear.Albert turned, his expression attentive. "Yes, Sir?"Arkanza stared at the water rippling on the surface of the tub, creating a slightly distorted reflection. "How long have we known each other?"Albert was slightly surprised by the question, but he answered in his usual neutral tone. "Since we were children, Sir."Arkanza nodded slowly, as if he had expected that answer. "And how long have you served me?""For as long as I can remember," Albert replied without hesitation. "My life was always meant to serve you, Sir."Somethin