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The night sky was pitch dark when Arkanza finally arrived at the Smith residence. He had just stepped out of his car when he noticed the living room lights were still on. Someone was sitting inside, waiting for him. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was.With a relaxed yet cautious stride, Arkanza opened the front door. The faint scent of cinnamon from the aromatherapy candle, which was usually lit in the family room, drifted through the air. He found Maria sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hand, her gaze fixed on the door as if she had been waiting for a long time.Maria gave him a thin smile. “You’re home late,” she said in a tone that was hard to decipher—somewhere between worry and an attempt to sound casual.Arkanza took off his jacket and hung it near the door. “Lots of assignments,” he answered briefly before walking to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He knew Maria wanted to talk, but he had no intention of extending the conversation beyond what was necessa
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Maria sat in Adam's study, her hands clasped tightly on her lap. She had tried discussing this with her husband multiple times, yet it always felt like talking to a wall. Adam would listen, but he never truly understood what she meant.Tonight, she tried again.“Arkanza is withdrawing more and more,” Maria said softly, but there was a clear hint of worry in her tone. “I’ve tried to reach out to him, but he keeps his distance. I just want to know how we can make him feel more accepted in this house.”Adam, who was reading a report at his desk, let out a small sigh. “I think you’re worrying too much, Maria. The boy is old enough to take care of himself.”“But he’s still a teenager,” Maria insisted. “He needs guidance.”Adam exhaled, closed his documents, and looked at his wife with a blank expression. “Maria, we can’t force him to accept us if he doesn’t want to. If he chooses to be distant, that’s his decision.”“That’s not what I meant,” Maria tried to explain, but Adam was already st
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The air in the room was piercing, gripping the bones down to the marrow. The windowless concrete walls reinforced the stifling, enclosed atmosphere, while the dim yellow light overhead flickered gloomily. There was no heater, no blanket—only the merciless cold gnawing at the body.Arkanza stood in the middle of the room, his hands bound above his head by iron chains hanging from the ceiling. His wrists burned from the rough friction of the cold metal. His breathing was ragged, but not from fear—rather, from the fury boiling inside him.In front of him, Adam stood with a leather whip in his hand. His face was devoid of expression, only sharp eyes radiating full dominance. Albert and Milan stood in the corner of the room, their faces tense, yet they dared not defy their master's orders.Adam stepped closer, the sound of his shoes echoing in the room."Tell me what you did at school," his voice was cold and intimidating.Arkanza lifted his head, glaring at Adam with pure hatred. "I did n
HighSchool of Billionere shadows of the past
The night breeze drifted gently through the gaps in the window, causing the white curtains to sway faintly. In the dimly lit room, Arkanza lay with steady breaths, but sweat beaded on his forehead. His usually calm face appeared slightly tense, his brows furrowed, and unconsciously, his fingers clenched atop the blanket.In his dream, he was transported back to his old life—a world he had long left behind.Arkanza stood in the center of a spacious room, a grand crystal chandelier shimmering above him. The walls were adorned with expensive paintings, and the air carried the mixed scent of cigars and the metallic tang of weapons resting in the corners.He wore a well-fitted black suit over a crisp white shirt, absent of a tie. His expression was cold, devoid of emotion.Around him, several men sat at ease, sipping red wine poured by a loyal attendant. They were his subordinates—men who had followed him through the shadows of the underworld. Among them was Dante, the burly bodyguard, Gab
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The gentle breeze blew softly, carrying the scent of damp earth and aging leaves. The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps between the lush trees, creating shifting patterns of light on the protected forest floor.Arkanza walked among the group of university students participating in the study tour. Their university had organized a trip to the protected forest near campus as part of an ecology and environmental awareness program. Each student was placed in a group selected by lottery.Arkanza didn’t really care who was in his group. He just wanted to complete the trip without much trouble. However, when he glanced at the other groups, he saw Norman with his usual noisy and cheerful friends.From the beginning, Norman had looked at him with a mocking smile."Hey, look who’s strolling around with his bodyguards," Norman said in a sarcastic tone.Some of Norman’s friends laughed."Seriously, bro. You’re like a national asset. Always escorted everywhere, just like a president," one
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The autumn wind blew gently across the campus courtyard as Arkanza stepped into the main building. His steps were calm as always, his face devoid of any visible emotion. Today was supposed to be just another ordinary day after returning from the study tour to the protected forest. However, as soon as he opened his personal locker, something cliché happened once again.Inside the locker, where his spare clothes and a few personal belongings should have been, Arkanza found his white shirt completely shredded. Fabric scraps were scattered across the locker floor, as if someone had deliberately taken a pair of scissors and cut it into tiny pieces. Some parts were even tattered, as though they had been destroyed with pure hatred.Arkanza sighed.No surprise, no anger—just exhaustion weighing on his chest."What is this? The usual setting, huh," he muttered quietly before calmly shutting the locker door again.From the end of the corridor, Barak happened to be passing by and saw the inciden
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Milan stood at the edge of a tall building, directly facing Arkanza's classroom. His sharp eyes were glued to the high-tech binoculars in his hands, observing every movement inside. The morning sunlight reflected off the glass windows of the building, but it didn’t bother him in the slightest. His focus remained on one thing—Arkanza.However, something else caught his attention.Barak.That guy was still lingering around Arkanza, like a shadow that refused to leave. Milan let out a sharp breath, clicking his tongue in irritation. For the past few days, Barak had been sticking close to their young master, and it made him uneasy.Beside him, Vikram sat casually on a wooden crate, enjoying his meal in peace. The plastic spoon in his hand clinked against the food container, creating a soft, repetitive sound."Arkanza will be fine," Vikram muttered between bites, not even looking up from his meal. "You're overreacting, Milan."Milan lowered his binoculars for a moment, shooting a sharp gla
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In a spacious room filled with the pounding sound of rock music and the distinct scent of gasoline, Barak sat on one of the slightly worn leather sofas. This place was his basecamp, a large warehouse that had been transformed into headquarters for the motorcycle community he led.Around him, several members of the motorcycle club were lounging—some were dismantling a motorcycle engine, others were joking around, while a few leaned back, enjoying their cold drinks."I still don’t get it," said Awan, one of his friends sitting across from Barak. He lifted a nearly empty soda can before taking a sip. "Why are you suddenly after Arkanza? I mean, you already have everything—money, a cool bike, high social status. You can be friends with anyone."Barak chuckled, placing his phone on the table before leaning back into the sofa. "I just want to be friends, bro. Is that a problem?"Awan scoffed. "With Arkanza?""Yeah.""Are you serious?""Of course," Barak replied casually, shrugging. "He caug
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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
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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
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
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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
