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HighSchool of Billionere morning run
"Young Master?" Milan's voice sounded worried, echoing softly in the quiet room. No answer. Milan's concern began to grow. Each passing second felt like lost time. With a heart full of worry, Milan exited the room and hurried down the corridor. Bad thoughts began to creep into his mind. What happened to Arkanza? Where did he go? Milan made his way toward the outside area, his eyes immediately landing on a figure in the distance. Arkanza, walking carefully but steadily, was jogging along the path, wearing simple workout clothes. However, though it seemed ordinary, to Milan, every second without supervision was a moment filled with uncertainty. Milan ran towards Arkanza, his eyes filled with concern. As he almost caught up to him, he called out a little louder than usual. "Young Master!" he called, trying to hold back the rising anxiety. Arkanza stopped for a moment and turned to face him, his face a little pale but looking calm. "Milan, what are you doing here?" Milan stopped a fe
HighSchool of Billionere slap me!?
"I won't talk to you until I get a servant too!" The sound of the door slamming shut startled her slightly. "Norman, we can still talk about this, dear! Please, listen to your mother first!" Maria tried to persuade her youngest child to understand their situation. They were newcomers in the lives of Arkanza and his father, but Norman had an envious nature toward his stepbrother. "Have I been too lenient with Arkanza?" Maria wondered. Ever since Albert was dismissed, Norman kept bringing up the fact that Arkanza always had a servant by his side. "Mom, what are you doing here?" asked a beautiful girl wiping her face with a small towel. It was Sunday, and Amber always spent her mornings on light exercises. "Amber, are you done, dear?" her mother asked. Amber nodded. "I looked for you in the kitchen earlier, but the servant said you went to see Norman. What’s wrong, Mom?" Maria gave a warm smile, shaking her head. "Nothing, Amber. You know how Norman is. I said the wrong
HighSchool of Billionere Albert
Arkanza slowly woke up from a deep sleep. The sun was beginning to set, signaling that the afternoon was about to turn into night. On the large bed, his body still lay quietly, as though nothing disturbed him. However, this time Milan, who usually sat by the door of his room waiting for orders or simply to ensure everything was going well, was absent."It feels like I’ve slept too long, but it feels strange. Why is there nothing that crossed my mind this time, not even the body’s memories or nightmares about my past?" Arkanza muttered as he tried to rise from his overly comfortable position.As he sat up, a soft knock came from the door. The door slowly opened, and Milan, his bodyguard, stood in the doorway."Sir, are you alright?" Milan asked with a concerned tone, his face usually cheerful but now slightly worried."I’m fine, Milan. How long have I been asleep?" Arkanza replied while gazing at Milan.Milan raised an eyebrow. "After you came back from the bakery, sir, you spent the e
HighSchool of Billionere daddy
Albert glared at Milan sharply. "No, Milan. The young master needs time to recover his body, not jump straight into activities that could be dangerous. You should know that the body needs proper warm-up to avoid injuries."Arkanza raised his hand, stopping their conversation. "Enough, both of you. I'll do the warm-up myself."Not long after, however, Albert and Milan found themselves in a silent competition. Albert suggested they train together, testing each other's abilities. Milan agreed but with one condition: they would race to determine who was more worthy of protecting Arkanza.The first competition began with a race around the field. Arkanza watched with wide eyes. Milan, with his taller frame and visible strength, started off quickly, but Albert, despite his smaller build, chased him with greater agility.The second contest was a test of endurance. They were tasked with running and completing various physical exercises, and Albert appeared to outperform Milan in stamina. Arkan
HighSchool of Billionere Better than you
That day, the extracurricular football practice was held on a fairly spacious field, with clear weather. Norman Samanta, who was part of the school football team, looked uneasy. His recent days had been filled with dissatisfaction, and this practice seemed to be an outlet for all his frustration. On the field, he saw some of his classmates who were also team members, like Ivan and Ravi, who were increasingly showing their skills in the game.Ivan, a tall and confident teammate, was the most relied upon player on the team. On the other hand, Ravi, another teammate who was always calm and strategic, often acted as the playmaker. Norman often felt like a shadow behind them. They were both players admired by many, while he was only there as a backup player who was sometimes called to play.As the practice started, both of them already demonstrated their quality. Ivan kicked the ball powerfully toward the goal, while Ravi made a clever pass. Norman, although he had trained hard, still felt
HighSchool of Billionere eye-catching clothes
Maria looked at Norman with deep concern. She knew very well how deeply her son felt, but she also understood that Adam wouldn't easily give his approval. Adam was very wise and cautious when it came to decisions involving servants or household staff, especially considering their family’s rather complex situation."Alright, my son, calm down. I will talk to your father. But remember, don’t let your desire make you forget what we already have. This is not just about the things or people you want, but also about how we respect one another."Norman lowered his head, calming himself for a moment. Although his heart was still filled with frustration, he felt a bit relieved knowing that Maria didn’t dismiss his desire. Slowly, he nodded, as if accepting that everything takes time and process.“Alright, Mom. I’ll wait. I hope they’re better than Milan or Albert.” Norman said quietly, but the disappointment in his eyes hadn’t completely disappeared.Arkanza massaged his temples softly, "Final
HighSchool of Billionere Guard Day
Milan sat by the still-closed door. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't returned, things like this wouldn't be happening.""You’re just a replacement. I’ve always been by the young master’s side. You should know that, which means I rightfully deserve to return to him," Albert replied calmly.Milan stood from his position, standing tall and challenging Albert."So, you think I haven’t been by his side, huh? Who can guarantee that I’ve always been by the young master’s side!?"Albert stared at Milan without flinching. "Exactly, who can guarantee that?" A slow smirk formed on his face, a sign that Milan had just revealed his own weakness."You—"CLACK...The sound of the door opening interrupted their argument."Young Master—"Albert froze the moment he saw Arkanza’s appearance, back in the girly outfit from before Mahogra took over."Finally, you’re out. I thought something bad might’ve happened to you...""Yo, Ally... and Milan. Sorry to keep you waiting," Arkanza said with a sweet
HighSchool of Billionere part 2
Arkanza walked leisurely through the school hallways, which were gradually filling with students. Despite his striking appearance, he maintained a calm expression, as if nothing could touch him. Deep down, he was formulating a plan to delve further into the mysteries of the body he now inhabited.His steps halted when someone called out to him in a sharp tone."Arkanza! Did you really come without bringing a single servant?"Arkanza turned his head. At the end of the hallway, Bagaskara stood with his hands on his hips, accompanied by a young man who appeared to be his personal servant. Bagaskara’s gaze was challenging, while several other students began gathering, curious about what would happen."Yes, so what?" Arkanza replied casually, folding his arms across his chest."It seems you haven’t changed. Even after disappearing for some time, you’re still the object of ridicule," Bagaskara mocked with a chuckle. A few students around them laughed softly.Arkanza stepped closer, his stri
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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. "