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HighSchool of Billionere follower memories
Arkanza gasped for breath. His breathing was still heavy after what had just happened at the dining table. His body leaned against the bedroom wall while his mind drifted to the recent events. His hands clutched the blanket wrapped around his legs, but the cold still seeped deep into his bones.Slowly, his mind traveled far into the past, back to a life before he became part of the Smith family. To a time when he was not Arkanza Lev Bogdan, but Arkanza Mahogra.Snow fell heavily on the narrow streets lined with old buildings. The freezing night air pierced through, making anyone without shelter shiver to the bone. Yet, a small boy in tattered clothes and a frail body endured, crouching beside a trash bin filled with leftover food.His trembling hands dug through the contents, searching for anything still edible. His stomach had long been empty, and all he could do was hope for crumbs of bread or something to fill his belly tonight.That boy was Adam.Just as his fingers found somethin
HighSchool of Billionere he knows
Arkanza sat at the edge of his bed, his hand gripping a document he had just received. His eyes scanned every word within it, and the longer he read, the deeper the frown on his forehead became. The document contained information about Isabella's death—not just an ordinary report, but proof that she had not died in an accident. She had been murdered.But what truly shocked Arkanza was not the fact that Isabella had been killed. He had suspected that for a long time. What left him speechless was the name of the perpetrator written in the report.Maria Samanta.Maria, his current stepmother. Maria, Adam Smith's wife. Maria, the woman who had always shown a gentle face in front of him.Arkanza slowly closed the document and placed it on the bedside table. His body leaned against the headboard, and unconsciously, a soft chuckle escaped his lips.At first, the laughter was small, almost like a murmur. But as time passed, it grew louder until it filled the quiet room.He wasn't laughing out
HighSchool of Billionere the samanta sibling's anxiety
Maria sat in the living room with a cup of tea that had already cooled in her grasp. Her mind drifted far away, too many thoughts swirling in her head lately. Ever since Arkanza started showing a different attitude, Maria knew she couldn't avoid the questions that would come. And today, those questions had finally arrived.Norman and Amber stood before her, their expressions showing clear dissatisfaction."Why have you been siding with Arkanza so much lately?" Norman opened the conversation in a sharp tone, his arms crossed over his chest.Amber nodded in agreement. "You're not acting like yourself. You always reminded us to keep our distance from him, but now? You even seem to be protecting him."Maria took a deep breath and placed her tea cup on the table. Her eyes met those of her two children standing in front of her."Nothing has changed," she said calmly. "I just want to keep the peace in this family."Amber scoffed. "Peace? Since when do you care about peace, Mom? If you really
HighSchool of Billionere flashback to the past
Maria was still wearing her work attire when the clock on the wall struck nine in the evening. The office was quiet, with only the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the silence. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the unfinished documents on her desk.The day had felt unbearably long.Adam Smith, the man who had been her boss for over five years, had just returned from the funeral of their great boss—Mr. Mahogra. Maria could see the exhaustion on his face, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else. Something deeper than mere physical fatigue.She observed Adam sitting in his executive chair, his face looking older than before. He hadn’t said a word since returning from the funeral. Maria knew that Mr. Mahogra’s death was a massive blow to Adam.But it wasn’t just about losing a mentor. There was something more.Maria glanced toward the office door. Out there, sitting on the small living room sofa in Adam’s office, was a young girl in a simple black dress. Isabella
HighSchool of Billionere riot at night
Albert carried a tray of tea to Arkanza’s room, his steps as steady as ever. He knocked on the door before entering and placed the porcelain cup on the table, but his eyes immediately caught something unusual.Arkanza, who usually wore casual clothes at home, now looked impeccably dressed. His white shirt was perfectly ironed, a sleek black suit framed his figure, and his normally messy hair was neatLy styled. There was even a faint trace of cologne lingering in the air.Albert frowned. “Saturday night, and you're dressed this neatly?” he asked, suspicious. “Where are you going, Young Master?”Arkanza, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror, simply chuckled. He turned to Albert and winked. “I have a date,” he said casually.That word made Albert’s eyebrows furrow even more. He had worked for the Arkanza family for years and knew very well that his young master rarely showed interest in anyone.“With whom?” Albert asked, this time more seriously.Arkanza let out a small laugh as he p
HighSchool of Billionere an unexpected meet him
The waiter arrived, bringing the menu book. Valerie opened it briefly before glancing at Arkanza. “So, why?” she asked suddenly.Arkanza gave a faint smile, as if he had expected the question. “Why what?”Valerie closed the menu and leaned back in her chair. “You invited me to dinner—so suddenly. I’m curious, what’s the real reason behind this?”The man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he opened his phone, reading something on it with a serious expression. Valerie watched him, feeling a bit odd about his behavior.“What are you looking at?” she asked.Arkanza closed his phone and placed it on the table. “A list of possible allergies you might have.”Valerie raised an eyebrow. “Allergies?”Arkanza nodded slowly. “I just want to make sure that whatever we order won’t make you sick.”Valerie smiled slightly, finding Arkanza’s answer a bit excessive. “So, is this the real reason you invited me to dinner?”Arkanza looked at her for a moment, then let out a short sigh. “Not really. I jus
HighSchool of Billionere Moments After Arkanza Arrived at His Residence
RoomOn the table, there was a piece of paper filled with scribbles. It was a list of the foods he had consumed earlier with Valerie. He stared at the list with deep concentration, then picked up a pen and crossed out a few items.Steak.The first thing he crossed out was steak. After dinner earlier, there had been no unusual reaction from his body. Red meat wasn’t a problem for him. Then, he crossed out several ingredients used in sauces and basic seasonings.Butter, black pepper, rosemary, mustard.He had consumed all these ingredients many times before, and no allergic reactions had ever occurred. No symptoms of breathlessness, itching, or nausea. That meant all of these ingredients were safe for him.Arkanza set the pen down and leaned back in his chair. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind slowly drifting into the past—to an incident that had almost taken his life.He still remembered vividly how his body had reacted violently after just one bite. His throat had swelled, ai
HighSchool of Billionere arkanza meet lev bodgan
Arkanza walked up to the mirror, staring at his own reflection.The room felt silent, empty, as if the whole world had shrunk, leaving only him and the reflection gazing back at him with an unreadable expression."So," his voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "What should I do now?"The reflection stared back.No answer.Arkanza let out a deep sigh, pressing both hands against the surface of the table in front of the mirror. His eyes remained fixed on his reflection—a man who looked more exhausted than he should. His hair was slightly messy, faint dark circles visible under his eyes, and his expression... somehow, it felt foreign even to himself."Answer me," he urged again, though he knew well that no voice would answer except his own. "I'm tired. I've come this far, yet why does it feel like I'm still lost?"The reflection remained silent, but it felt as though it was speaking in the quiet.Arkanza straightened his posture, staring intently at his own image. "I used to think I knew ev
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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. "
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
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
pointless quarrel
The sun was beginning to set as Arkanza stepped out of his last class of the day. He let out a slow breath, feeling a slight relief after spending hours sitting and listening to lectures. The campus was bustling with students moving in all directions—some hurrying home, others still lingering with friends. Arkanza chose to head to the cafeteria. His stomach felt empty, and he needed something to refuel before continuing his activities. He walked at a relaxed pace, hands tucked into his pockets, enjoying the gentle evening breeze. Upon reaching the cafeteria, he went straight to the queue and scanned the menu. It didn’t take him long to decide—he ordered a pastry and a cold drink. But when his tray was placed in front of him, he froze. The drink he had ordered contained an ingredient that could trigger Isabella's allergy. His hand stopped midair. ‘Idiot. Why am I hesitating over something like this?’ Arkanza took a deep breath, trying to push the thought away. He had alre
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Arkanza walked up to the mirror, staring at his own reflection.The room felt silent, empty, as if the whole world had shrunk, leaving only him and the reflection gazing back at him with an unreadable expression."So," his voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "What should I do now?"The reflection stared back.No answer.Arkanza let out a deep sigh, pressing both hands against the surface of the table in front of the mirror. His eyes remained fixed on his reflection—a man who looked more exhausted than he should. His hair was slightly messy, faint dark circles visible under his eyes, and his expression... somehow, it felt foreign even to himself."Answer me," he urged again, though he knew well that no voice would answer except his own. "I'm tired. I've come this far, yet why does it feel like I'm still lost?"The reflection remained silent, but it felt as though it was speaking in the quiet.Arkanza straightened his posture, staring intently at his own image. "I used to think I knew ev
Moments After Arkanza Arrived at His Residence
RoomOn the table, there was a piece of paper filled with scribbles. It was a list of the foods he had consumed earlier with Valerie. He stared at the list with deep concentration, then picked up a pen and crossed out a few items.Steak.The first thing he crossed out was steak. After dinner earlier, there had been no unusual reaction from his body. Red meat wasn’t a problem for him. Then, he crossed out several ingredients used in sauces and basic seasonings.Butter, black pepper, rosemary, mustard.He had consumed all these ingredients many times before, and no allergic reactions had ever occurred. No symptoms of breathlessness, itching, or nausea. That meant all of these ingredients were safe for him.Arkanza set the pen down and leaned back in his chair. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind slowly drifting into the past—to an incident that had almost taken his life.He still remembered vividly how his body had reacted violently after just one bite. His throat had swelled, ai
an unexpected meet him
The waiter arrived, bringing the menu book. Valerie opened it briefly before glancing at Arkanza. “So, why?” she asked suddenly.Arkanza gave a faint smile, as if he had expected the question. “Why what?”Valerie closed the menu and leaned back in her chair. “You invited me to dinner—so suddenly. I’m curious, what’s the real reason behind this?”The man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he opened his phone, reading something on it with a serious expression. Valerie watched him, feeling a bit odd about his behavior.“What are you looking at?” she asked.Arkanza closed his phone and placed it on the table. “A list of possible allergies you might have.”Valerie raised an eyebrow. “Allergies?”Arkanza nodded slowly. “I just want to make sure that whatever we order won’t make you sick.”Valerie smiled slightly, finding Arkanza’s answer a bit excessive. “So, is this the real reason you invited me to dinner?”Arkanza looked at her for a moment, then let out a short sigh. “Not really. I jus
riot at night
Albert carried a tray of tea to Arkanza’s room, his steps as steady as ever. He knocked on the door before entering and placed the porcelain cup on the table, but his eyes immediately caught something unusual.Arkanza, who usually wore casual clothes at home, now looked impeccably dressed. His white shirt was perfectly ironed, a sleek black suit framed his figure, and his normally messy hair was neatLy styled. There was even a faint trace of cologne lingering in the air.Albert frowned. “Saturday night, and you're dressed this neatly?” he asked, suspicious. “Where are you going, Young Master?”Arkanza, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror, simply chuckled. He turned to Albert and winked. “I have a date,” he said casually.That word made Albert’s eyebrows furrow even more. He had worked for the Arkanza family for years and knew very well that his young master rarely showed interest in anyone.“With whom?” Albert asked, this time more seriously.Arkanza let out a small laugh as he p
flashback to the past
Maria was still wearing her work attire when the clock on the wall struck nine in the evening. The office was quiet, with only the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the silence. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the unfinished documents on her desk.The day had felt unbearably long.Adam Smith, the man who had been her boss for over five years, had just returned from the funeral of their great boss—Mr. Mahogra. Maria could see the exhaustion on his face, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else. Something deeper than mere physical fatigue.She observed Adam sitting in his executive chair, his face looking older than before. He hadn’t said a word since returning from the funeral. Maria knew that Mr. Mahogra’s death was a massive blow to Adam.But it wasn’t just about losing a mentor. There was something more.Maria glanced toward the office door. Out there, sitting on the small living room sofa in Adam’s office, was a young girl in a simple black dress. Isabella
