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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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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
sky in autumn
The autumn wind blew gently as Arkanza rode his motorcycle toward Barak’s basecamp. The road was relatively quiet, accompanied only by the rustling of fallen leaves and the steady hum of the engine. He knew this might be a crazy idea—inviting Barak to swim at the beach in autumn. But if today was his last day with his friend, he wanted to make it memorable.Barak’s basecamp was located in an abandoned warehouse they had transformed into a small headquarters. As Arkanza arrived, he noticed a few of Barak’s men practicing martial arts in the yard.“Is the boss inside?” Arkanza asked one of them.The man glanced at him and nodded. “Yeah, he’s in his office.”Without hesitation, Arkanza stepped inside. The room was as messy as ever, cluttered with various items strewn across the table and floor. In the center of the room, Barak sat in his chair, reading something on his phone.As soon as he saw Arkanza, he grinned. “Long time no see, my friend.”Arkanza smiled. “It has been a while. That’
the last day with valerie
After leaving the bakery, Arkanza headed straight to his next destination—his old campus.Valerie was a confident woman who always carried herself with elegance.Arkanza stood in front of the old campus gate, where so many memories remained. The afternoon air was warm, with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of grass and flowers from the campus garden. In front of him, the buildings that once felt so familiar now seemed slightly foreign. But one thing hadn’t changed—the presence of the person he was looking for.He stepped inside, walking through hallways filled with students busy with their own affairs. Making his way toward the back garden, a place they used to frequent, he spotted Valerie sitting on a wooden bench, engrossed in a book beneath the shade of a large tree.Arkanza smiled. Just like old times."Valerie," he called softly.Valerie lifted her head, and the moment her eyes landed on him, she froze before a wide smile spread across her face. "Arkanza?!"Arkanza chuckled. "Y
a farewell at the bakery
Arkanza stood in front of the small bakery, where the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, spreading even to the sidewalk. Through the glass display window, he could see Lilian busy serving customers, her warm smile as welcoming as ever. She hadn’t changed much since the last time they met—still graceful in her simplicity.Taking a deep breath, Arkanza stepped inside. The small bell above the door chimed softly, drawing Lilian’s attention. As she turned toward him, their eyes met for a moment. Then, her eyes widened in disbelief."Senior?" she said softly, her voice filled with surprise.Arkanza nodded and walked closer. "Hey, Vivian. Long time no see."Lilian blinked before letting out a small smile. "You still can’t say my name properly. I never thought you’d come here. I figured… you were too busy to remember this place.""I never forgot," Arkanza replied sincerely. "This place… and you, they’ve always been a part of my memories."Lilian looked at him with an unreadab
pressure from various directions
In a city far from Adam Smith's headquarters, one of his branch offices was in turmoil. That morning, the atmosphere inside the office was different from usual. There were no ringing phones, no employees busy typing reports, no transactions being processed. Instead, outside the building, dozens of employees gathered with faces full of anger and frustration.They were not working. They were on strike.Among the crowd, a man named Rudi—the head of the finance division at the branch office—tried to calm his colleagues, but it was in vain."We haven't received our salaries for two months! How are we supposed to keep working if we can't even meet our basic needs?" one of the employees shouted."That's right! I have children to feed! How much longer are we supposed to endure this?" another added."If we don’t get any certainty, we might as well quit!"The protests grew louder. Some employees even held up simple banners that read PAY OUR SALARIES!Inside the building, the branch office manag
pandora's box
During the lunch break, Arkanza walked down the campus corridor, which was starting to empty. Other students were either at the canteen or gathering with their friends, but not Arkanza. He had other plans. His steps were light, yet his mind heavy. The envelope given by Roderick was still securely tucked in his jacket pocket."So, this is the place Isabella used to frequent…" he muttered while gazing at the old building that had long been abandoned.It had once been the old library before the campus renovated and moved all its collections to a new building. Now, only dust and memories remained here.Arkanza touched the small necklace around his neck—a tiny silver key that he always kept."If that thing really is here, I hope I find it soon."This building was the last location mentioned in the information Roderick gave him. Isabella often came here before she disappeared. What was she hiding? What has been kept from him all this time?Carefully, Arkanza stepped inside.Dust flew up as
important information
Arkanza stepped out of the building in a hurry, his black suit billowing slightly in the night breeze. His expression was unreadable, but his movements were filled with urgency. Milan and Albert, his two most trusted men, were already waiting near the car. “Young Master, where are you going?” Milan asked, his brows furrowed in suspicion. Arkanza sighed. “I just need to go out for a bit.” That answer only made Milan and Albert more eager to follow him. “We’re coming with you,” Albert said firmly. Arkanza glanced at them briefly, wanting to refuse, but he knew there was no use arguing with these two. They were stubborn. “Fine,” he finally relented. Milan and Albert exchanged glances, satisfied that their plan had worked. Vikram, already seated behind the wheel, sighed tiredly at the antics of the two bodyguards. The moment they got in, they immediately fought over who would sit next to Arkanza. “Out,” Arkanza said flatly before stepping out of the car. Milan and Albe
the destruction of loyal followers
Arkanza sat behind the large desk in his office, his sharp gaze fixed on the report that had just been handed to him. His expression remained calm, but his fingers lightly tapped the desk—a sign that his mind was working fast. “So, Adam really met them?” he asked without looking up from the report. One of his men, a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in all black, nodded. “Yes, sir. Adam Smith met Lev Bogdan’s followers. They offered him help to deal with the attacks on his company, but under one heavy condition—he had to hand you over, along with all the assets Isabella left behind.” Arkanza’s eyes narrowed. That was an outrageous demand. “Did Adam accept their offer?” “No,” the man answered swiftly. “He refused to give you up, even if it meant his company would fall.” Arkanza leaned back in his chair, his gaze growing even colder. Adam might not be his biological father, but he was the only family figure he had. However, the fact that Lev Bogdan’s followers dared to dema
the price of an achievement
Adam sat in his office, his face tense. Several computer screens in front of him displayed erratic graphs, constantly shifting numbers, and flashing red warnings. His company's security system was under attack by an unknown force. Every effort his IT team had made to fend off the assault seemed futile.“We've tried everything, sir,” his head of IT said desperately. “But this isn’t an ordinary attack. This is a highly complex and organized system. If we don’t find a solution soon, the company’s critical data could be leaked, and worse, our financial system could be completely paralyzed.”Adam let out a heavy sigh. One name flashed in his mind—Lev Bogdan.Lev Bogdan was a mysterious figure who controlled an underground network with loyal followers spread across various sectors. They were the ones who had the power to counter this high-level cyberattack. But approaching them was no easy task. And if he sought their help, there would undoubtedly be a price to pay.Adam stared intently at