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HighSchool of Billionere An Unexpecred Mistake
The hospital room was still filled with an unbearable silence. Milan sat in the waiting chair, his head bowed, fingers intertwined, while Barak stood near the window, staring outside with a vacant expression. They were waiting for news from the doctor about Arkanza’s condition after suffering an allergic reaction that had nearly cost him his life.Footsteps approached. Milan lifted his head and saw Albert arriving with a serious expression.“What exactly happened?” Albert asked bluntly, his sharp eyes locking onto Milan with an intense gaze. “I heard you were the one who gave Arkanza the food?”Milan tensed immediately. He knew that sooner or later, someone would question this, but he wasn’t ready to face the reality that he might have made a fatal mistake.He felt something lodged in his throat. His chest ached, and his head started spinning. Instinctively, his hand clutched his chest, his body leaning slightly forward. He tried to swallow, but it became increasingly difficult. He le
HighSchool of Billionere part 2
"I just wanted to make sure he ate something," Milan replied in a low voice. "I was the one who brought his food, but I didn’t know he was allergic to peanuts." Albert narrowed his eyes. "Weren’t you the one who insisted on delivering the food yourself? How could you not check what was in it?" Milan fell silent. Albert’s words felt like a whip, forcing him to confront his negligence. He wanted to deny it, to say he never intended to harm Arkanza, but the truth was, he had delivered the food without thinking it through. Feeling cornered, Milan suddenly shifted the blame to Barak. "But when I got there, Arkanza was already with Barak! You should be asking him too, not just me!" Albert turned his gaze to Barak, who was still standing by the window. Barak let out a small sigh before finally turning to face them. "I was looking for Arkanza too," Barak answered calmly. "He went to the cafeteria first, so I greeted him after I ordered my food." Albert crossed his arms. "And what
HighSchool of Billionere plan
The hospital room was filled with tension. Milan, Albert, and Barak stood near Arkanza’s bed, watching over his unconscious figure. Meanwhile, Vikram leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze moving from one person to another."We can't keep arguing about this," Vikram said firmly. "What matters now is finding a reason we can give to Mr. Adam and Mrs. Maria. If they find out that Arkanza is in the hospital, things will become even more complicated."Milan clenched his fists and lowered his head in silence. He knew exactly what Vikram meant. Adam Smith, Arkanza’s father, wasn’t the type to accept flimsy excuses. If he found out his son had suffered an allergic reaction outside his supervision, the consequences could be severe. Especially since, from the beginning, Adam had never truly considered Arkanza part of the family."Can we really keep this a secret from them?" Albert asked, tension still evident on his face."We have to," Vikram answered decisively. "
HighSchool of Billionere shadows of Inheritance
Arkanza took a deep breath before carefully pushing open the small gate of his house. The scorching 3 PM sun burned against his skin, causing sweat to trickle down his temples. He glanced left and right, making sure the surroundings were clear before stepping inside.At this hour, Maria and his father were usually busy with work, while Norman—his stepbrother—was nowhere to be found. This was the perfect time for him to sneak back home without attracting anyone's attention.His steps were slow, almost soundless. He moved toward the back door, hoping to slip into his room unnoticed. But before he could even reach for the door handle, a familiar voice interrupted his movement."Do you think I don’t know you sneak in like a thief?"Arkanza’s heart nearly stopped. He turned sharply and found Norman standing at the kitchen doorway, his expression neutral, but his sharp gaze clearly conveyed his displeasure.Arkanza swallowed hard, trying to remain calm despite being caught. "I just didn’t w
HighSchool of Billionere confidential
Arkanza stood in front of his father’s office door, hesitating before knocking. He knew this meeting wouldn’t be just an ordinary conversation. Adam Smith never called him just to chat casually. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before finally knocking on the solid wooden door. "Come in." His father's baritone voice sounded firm, as always. Arkanza opened the door and stepped inside. The room was just as he remembered—walls lined with bookshelves filled with documents and business books, a large desk with a dim yellow desk lamp, and the distinct scent of wood and tobacco lingering in the air. Adam sat behind his desk, but this time, there were no documents in his hands. He simply stared at Arkanza with an unreadable expression. "Sit." Arkanza complied, taking a seat across from Adam, trying to keep his expression neutral. "It's been a long time since we've talked," Adam said, his voice softer than Arkanza expected. Arkanza raised an eyebrow. This was strange. Si
HighSchool of Billionere look in the mirror
After returning from Adam’s presence, Arkanza felt confused."Did his brain break because Isabella left him? But Maria is with him now—there’s no way she’s not giving him what he needs, right?"Arkanza sighed and stood in front of the large mirror in his room. The dim light cast a soft glow on his face, creating faint shadows around him. He studied his reflection in silence, tracing every line and contour of his face as if searching for something he had long ignored.His eyes moved from one feature to another—his perfectly arched eyebrows, his slightly sharp nose, his thin lips. He raised his hand, touching his cheek lightly, then let out a deep breath.He had always thought of himself as a part of Adam Smith—a father so powerful, so in control of his life. But the longer he stared at his own face, the more he realized something he had never truly noticed before.He didn’t actually resemble Adam.His jawline wasn’t as sharp as his father’s, his eye color was softer, and his skin was s
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
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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
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
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
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
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
look in the mirror
After returning from Adam’s presence, Arkanza felt confused."Did his brain break because Isabella left him? But Maria is with him now—there’s no way she’s not giving him what he needs, right?"Arkanza sighed and stood in front of the large mirror in his room. The dim light cast a soft glow on his face, creating faint shadows around him. He studied his reflection in silence, tracing every line and contour of his face as if searching for something he had long ignored.His eyes moved from one feature to another—his perfectly arched eyebrows, his slightly sharp nose, his thin lips. He raised his hand, touching his cheek lightly, then let out a deep breath.He had always thought of himself as a part of Adam Smith—a father so powerful, so in control of his life. But the longer he stared at his own face, the more he realized something he had never truly noticed before.He didn’t actually resemble Adam.His jawline wasn’t as sharp as his father’s, his eye color was softer, and his skin was s
confidential
Arkanza stood in front of his father’s office door, hesitating before knocking. He knew this meeting wouldn’t be just an ordinary conversation. Adam Smith never called him just to chat casually. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before finally knocking on the solid wooden door. "Come in." His father's baritone voice sounded firm, as always. Arkanza opened the door and stepped inside. The room was just as he remembered—walls lined with bookshelves filled with documents and business books, a large desk with a dim yellow desk lamp, and the distinct scent of wood and tobacco lingering in the air. Adam sat behind his desk, but this time, there were no documents in his hands. He simply stared at Arkanza with an unreadable expression. "Sit." Arkanza complied, taking a seat across from Adam, trying to keep his expression neutral. "It's been a long time since we've talked," Adam said, his voice softer than Arkanza expected. Arkanza raised an eyebrow. This was strange. Si
shadows of Inheritance
Arkanza took a deep breath before carefully pushing open the small gate of his house. The scorching 3 PM sun burned against his skin, causing sweat to trickle down his temples. He glanced left and right, making sure the surroundings were clear before stepping inside.At this hour, Maria and his father were usually busy with work, while Norman—his stepbrother—was nowhere to be found. This was the perfect time for him to sneak back home without attracting anyone's attention.His steps were slow, almost soundless. He moved toward the back door, hoping to slip into his room unnoticed. But before he could even reach for the door handle, a familiar voice interrupted his movement."Do you think I don’t know you sneak in like a thief?"Arkanza’s heart nearly stopped. He turned sharply and found Norman standing at the kitchen doorway, his expression neutral, but his sharp gaze clearly conveyed his displeasure.Arkanza swallowed hard, trying to remain calm despite being caught. "I just didn’t w
plan
The hospital room was filled with tension. Milan, Albert, and Barak stood near Arkanza’s bed, watching over his unconscious figure. Meanwhile, Vikram leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze moving from one person to another."We can't keep arguing about this," Vikram said firmly. "What matters now is finding a reason we can give to Mr. Adam and Mrs. Maria. If they find out that Arkanza is in the hospital, things will become even more complicated."Milan clenched his fists and lowered his head in silence. He knew exactly what Vikram meant. Adam Smith, Arkanza’s father, wasn’t the type to accept flimsy excuses. If he found out his son had suffered an allergic reaction outside his supervision, the consequences could be severe. Especially since, from the beginning, Adam had never truly considered Arkanza part of the family."Can we really keep this a secret from them?" Albert asked, tension still evident on his face."We have to," Vikram answered decisively. "