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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,
HighSchool of Billionere tension
However, those words seemed futile. There was no response, and the room became increasingly restless. Some whispers became louder. "Where is Arkanza?" someone asked from the back.The atmosphere changed instantly. All eyes turned to Adam, and his face immediately turned pale. Everyone knew that this was not normal. Arkanza was a child who had been closely guarded, and it was impossible for her to disappear without anyone noticing.However, before Adam could give any further orders, a bigger commotion broke out. Someone rushed forward, a tall man with long hair, wearing striking black clothes among the more formally dressed guests. "Adam Smith!" he shouted. "Where is Arkanza?!"The crowd became chaotic. Some people tried to avoid the scene, while others started running away. Adam tried to calm the situation, but the uproar grew larger. The Victors, who had infiltrated as uninvited guests, began to move in an organized manner. They knew that Arkanza's whereabouts
HighSchool of Billionere worry
The question hung in the air, intensifying the already tense atmosphere. Adam tried to remain calm, but his gaze began to sharpen. "No, this is not part of our tradition," he answered loudly, trying to quell his confusion. "Arkanza will come. It’s just a matter of time."However, more and more people started doubting Adam’s words. The guests whispered among themselves, some beginning to retreat, while others grew increasingly uneasy. What was once a well-organized gathering had now turned into a chaotic mess. Amidst the confusion, the Victor members, who had not revealed their identities, continued moving through the room, further exacerbating the situation with their sharp words and gazes, fueling the tension. They didn’t force themselves into the spotlight but merely provoked enough to keep the unease simmering, heightening the discomfort among the elders and guests present.Valerin stood by the large window, her eyes unable to avoid the restless lo
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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
50 lashes
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,
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Amber sat in the corner of Norman’s room, her fingers gripping the sleeves of her jacket anxiously. Her sharp gaze was locked onto Norman, who lounged comfortably on the bed, his back resting against a pile of pillows while a cigarette dangled between his lips. There was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes, as if all of this was mere entertainment for him. "Do you know what's happening to Arkanza?" Amber’s voice trembled, not out of fear, but from the anger she was holding back. Norman exhaled smoke slowly, then turned to Amber with a small smirk. "Of course, I do," he replied casually. "In fact, I’m looking forward to what happens next." Amber clenched her fists. "He’s… changed. You must have noticed, Norman! Arkanza is no longer the person he used to be. He looks like he’s lost his purpose, sinking into his own thoughts, like someone who has given up on life." Norman raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "And that’s a problem for you?" Amber fell silent. Of course, it was a pr
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The night at the Smith residence felt quieter than usual. A light drizzle fell, adding a chilling sensation that crept into every corner of the grand house. In one of the private rooms, rarely entered by others, Maria sat on the sofa with an unreadable expression. She held a cup of warm tea, but it was clear her mind was wandering far.Across from her, Adam Smith sat with an upright posture, his arms crossed. His gaze was sharp, exuding authority, like a man unaccustomed to being disturbed over trivial matters. However, Maria knew him better than anyone."What is it?" Adam finally asked, breaking the heavy silence.Maria sighed before looking at her husband. "It's about Arkanza."Adam raised an eyebrow. "What has he done this time?"Maria placed her cup on the table. "I'm not here to discuss his mistakes. I just want to know… are you really going to let this drag on?"Adam frowned. "Drag on? Arkanza is not a child who needs constant guidance. If he makes a decision, he must also be re
confession
The dim light from the laptop screen illuminated Adam’s weary face. In front of him, a photograph that had turned his mind into chaos since it first spread across the media was displayed. He stared intently at the image on the screen—Arkanza, the son he had protected with all his heart, caught in the wrong environment.His hands clenched into fists on the desk, his jaw tightened. How could this happen? How could his child, whom he had shielded from all evil, now be dragged into something so disgraceful?Adam took a deep breath and reached for the glass of wine beside his laptop. He sipped it slowly, hoping the alcohol would ease the tension crushing his chest. This wasn’t the first time he felt stressed, but it was the first time he felt like everything he had built over the years was starting to collapse.At home, he had to deal with Maria, who always demanded more of his attention. At work, the pressure kept piling up. And now, news about Arkanza had spread widely, destroying the im
the anxiety of the servants
Milan walked quickly toward the security room, his heart pounding uncontrollably. This situation was far worse than he had imagined. As he opened the door, Vikram was already sitting in front of the large screen, his sharp eyes scanning the CCTV footage from various angles."Have you found anything?" Milan asked, his voice tense.Vikram glanced at him briefly before refocusing on the screen. "I'm still matching the photo with the footage we have. But so far, I haven't found anything suspicious."Milan swallowed hard, feeling increasingly anxious. "Are you sure? That photo looks edited, but Adam won't just sit still. He's already called a doctor to examine Arkanza."Vikram narrowed his eyes. "Examine him? You mean, they're going to run tests to verify whether Arkanza was really in that situation?"Milan nodded quickly. "Yes, and that means they'll check if there's any trace of alcohol or other substances in his body!"Vikram frowned. "Isn't that photo fake? If so, Arkanza shouldn't be
inspection
The atmosphere in the Smith family residence felt more tense than usual. In the spacious and luxurious living room, Norman and Amber sat with anxious expressions. Their faces showed clear displeasure, as if their world had just crumbled in an instant."I really can't believe this," Norman muttered, his hands clenched on his lap. "How could he do something like this?!"Amber, sitting beside him, let out a long sigh. "Do you think I'm not embarrassed? Everyone on campus must have seen it! I can't even walk without hearing their whispers!"Maria, who stood near the fireplace with a cup of tea in her hand, frowned. She had tried to change the subject, hoping her children wouldn’t dwell too much on this scandal. But they were too angry to ignore it.On the other side of the room, Adam Smith, the man who had always been the undeniable head of the family, observed them with a scrutinizing gaze."What are you arguing about?" he asked, his voice deep and heavy.Norman and Amber exchanged glanc
cheesy rumors
Arkanza sat on the edge of the bed with a bored expression. It had been almost two hours since Milan and Albert had taken his phone away under what they deemed a very logical reason—his health. But Arkanza knew the real reason. They just wanted to keep him away from anything related to the photo that was now spreading everywhere.He let out a long sigh, then glanced at the small table beside his bed. His phone wasn’t there, which meant Milan had probably hidden it somewhere hard to reach.Arkanza rubbed his temples, feeling a bit frustrated. He wasn’t a child who needed to be controlled like this. But on the other hand, he knew Milan and Albert were only trying to protect him.The door to his room slowly opened, and Milan entered carrying a tray with a glass of juice and a piece of bread."You need to eat," Milan said, placing the tray on the table.Arkanza glanced at the food briefly before asking in a flat tone, "Am I a prisoner now?"Milan sighed. "This is only temporary. Until thi
