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HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere downturn
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
HighSchool of Billionere Hope stage
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
HighSchool of Billionere 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,
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere new allies?
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
HighSchool of Billionere visiting Barak
Barak stepped out of the car a little awkwardly. His eyes widened in awe at the grandeur of the Smith residence, which stood majestically on a vast estate. The towering white pillars, the meticulously arranged gardens filled with rare flowers, and the pathway covered in white gravel all made him feel as if he had stepped into a completely different world.However, it wasn’t just the architecture of the house that left him stunned. Dozens of guards stood watch at various corners, dressed in black suits with earpieces in their ears. Barak could even feel their sharp gazes scanning him from the moment he got out of the car."This looks more like a palace than an ordinary house," he thought.Just as he was about to take another step forward, a guard approached him. The broad-shouldered man stared at him with an unreadable expression."Name and purpose?" His voice was firm.Barak swallowed hard. "Barak. I came to visit Arkanza."The man in black studied his face for a moment before nodding
HighSchool of Billionere Milan meets Barak
Arkanza was still half-conscious when Vikram carefully helped him sit up. His back now rested against the headboard, and although his eyes were still slightly drowsy, the sharpness in his gaze was slowly returning to normal. Barak, sitting at the edge of the bed, watched him intently.Without saying anything, Vikram stepped back, giving them space. However, instead of leaving entirely, he pulled out his phone and raised it to chest level. His fingers swiftly tapped the screen, capturing a photo of Barak sitting beside Arkanza. A faint smile played on his lips before he sent the picture to someone.It didn’t take long before his phone vibrated. The name flashing on the screen was clear: Milan.Vikram answered the call casually while Barak and Arkanza remained engaged in their conversation."Vikram! You’re joking, right? Why is he there?" Milan’s voice rang sharply through the speaker.Vikram chuckled, resisting the urge to hang up immediately. “I just sent you proof, and you’re still a
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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
liberation
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
important information
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