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HighSchool of Billionere a dream
The night breeze swept across Arkanza's face, carrying the fresh scent of the calm lake water before him. The lake, which should have been a peaceful place, now reminded him of a dark past. It used to be his favorite hiding spot, a place where he could reflect, away from the gaze of others. But now, the lake was a silent witness to the events that had stolen his happiness.Arkanza sat at the edge of the lake, staring at his reflection in the still water. He gazed at the figure of the unfortunate young man whose body he now occupied—a body constantly filled with humiliation and suffering. This body had become a tool for shameless people to mock, prank, and belittle the poor man.His thoughts drifted back to that day—the day when Arkanza first felt the painful injustice. A teacher, who was supposed to protect him, forced him to stand in front of the class and humiliated him in front of everyone. His classmates only laughed at his suffering. All of this happened here, by the lake, around
HighSchool of Billionere Aru and the past
Aru stood in front of the rack, holding a hockey stick, staring blankly at the object as if trying to avoid Arkanza's gaze. The atmosphere between them grew heavier. Arkanza could feel his heartbeat quickening, as if something was trying to escape from within him, but he held it back. A flashback came suddenly, invading Arkanza's mind, reminding him of an event he would never forget. Arkanza tried not to grimace in horror due to the surge of memories."Why are you silent? I'm talking to you!" Arkanza looked at Aru with a smiling gaze, sensing something was wrong with his friend's behavior. Aru, who had long been distant, seemed to have lost his words now.Aru let out a soft grunt, his eyes still focused on the hockey stick in his hands. "I... I don't know what you mean."Arkanza smirked cynically. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Aru. I can still remember it, so it's impossible for you to forget."For a moment, Arkanza's whole body tensed up. The flashback came so clearly, l
HighSchool of Billionere Milan
Aru and Arkanza arrived at the sports field with heavy steps, each carrying the equipment needed for their class—Aru with a hockey stick and Arkanza with a baton. The morning air felt fresh, but within Arkanza, the atmosphere was far from calm.“Hurry up, Arkanza. We need to move,” Aru said flatly, his eyes avoiding Arkanza’s. He didn’t say much, as if reluctant to acknowledge the friend standing beside him. Arkanza felt annoyed but didn’t want to start another argument. He simply followed Aru’s steps slowly, feeling like everything happening now was increasingly surreal.They walked toward the changing room, where a few other students were already getting ready. There wasn’t much conversation between them—only the sound of their footsteps echoing on the hard floor and the distinct scent of the sports hall. Arkanza tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths, although a lingering anxiety kept gnawing at him.After changing into their sports uniforms, the two headed to the main field. O
HighSchool of Billionere A servant
Milan said nothing. He simply watched Arkanza running, feeling a heavy weight in his chest. "Thank you, Vikram. But for now, I just need to make sure he's safe." Vikram could only nod, though he knew there was more hidden behind Milan's words. ... The flashback came unbidden as Milan continued watching Arkanza, recalling a past that was far darker and laden with responsibility. Everything had started months ago when Albert, the Lev Bodgan family's main bodyguard assigned to Arkanza, was relieved of duty. The incident that led to his departure was nothing trivial. During one of his tasks, Albert’s negligence caused a fatal mistake, leaving Arkanza hospitalized for some time. As a result, Albert was sent back to his family’s home, deeply shaken by the event. The responsibility he had carried for years had to be temporarily handed over to someone else. But someone unexpected stepped in to take Albert's place—a man unknown to Arkanza but carrying significant authority in the d
HighSchool of Billionere valarin
The physical education class had just ended, and the students were rushing toward their resting spots. However, Arkanza remained standing in the middle of the field, gasping for breath, his eyes staring blankly ahead. His body felt hot, sweat dripping profusely, yet there was no sense of accomplishment from the exercise he had just completed. Only deep exhaustion, as if every muscle in his body bore a heavy burden. “Why can’t I be like I used to?” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible amidst the fading noise as the other students ran away. He bowed his head, trying to endure the pain that continued to spread through his body. Since the start of the exercise, his movements had always felt sluggish. Each action was awkward, as if something was wrong. Arkanza used to be swift and agile, able to run endlessly, jump higher than expected. But now, every move felt like a struggle. "Why...? I’m still so young..." he repeated the words in a barely audible voice. "I’ve never felt
HighSchool of Billionere A Collapsing Resilience
Valerin was taken aback by the question, furrowing her brow slightly. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice still gentle and caring. Arkanza averted his gaze, his eyes briefly fixed on the ground before returning to meet Valerin’s. “Were we always this close before?” he asked in a lower tone, as if trying to express his doubt. There was a brief silence between them, and Valerin looked at him with empathetic eyes. “What do you mean? We’re classmates; isn’t it normal for me to notice you?” Valerin replied, her calm voice seemingly understanding his feelings. “But does it bother you? Sorry if it does,” she added, laughing awkwardly. Arkanza felt the warmth from Valerin’s presence, and for the first time, he felt a glimmer of hope. Yet, on the other hand, his confusion deepened. Why did Valerin care so much about him, while his memories of her remained unclear? Was this really just about kindness, or was there something more profound he hadn’t yet understood? He stared at Valer
HighSchool of Billionere worry
The commotion in the classroom grew. Valerin grabbed a handkerchief from her bag, trying to stop the blood from flowing. But Arkanza's condition only seemed to worsen. Outside the classroom, heavy footsteps and the sound of the door almost being slammed open could be heard. Milan had arrived at the door, his face filled with worry and anger. "I need to get in!" he said firmly. Before Milan could barge in, Vikram stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "Milan, don't make things worse. Do you remember what happened last time?" Vikram said, holding Milan back firmly. Milan glared at Vikram with sharp eyes, almost like a lion ready to pounce. "He needs me now! What if they can't handle it?" Vikram remained calm, even as Milan pushed against him. "The teacher knows what she's doing. Don’t interfere. If you barge in now, it will only add to the problem for him!" Inside the classroom, Mrs. Isla quickly took control. "Valerin, take Arkanza out of the class to the nurse's office. I'll
HighSchool of Billionere quarrel
Milan crouched by the bed, pressing his ear against Arkanza's chest to listen to his breath. "Arkanza, can you hear me?" he whispered gently.But Arkanza didn’t respond. Milan felt a rising panic, his confusion deepening, unsure of what to do.He didn’t know what Anagata and Bagaskara were planning, but his instincts as Arkanza's personal guard made him suspicious of the situation. Milan knew this wasn’t the right time for Arkanza to be around people like them.Quickly, Milan stood up, rushing to the table by the door. He grabbed a tissue and wiped the sweat from Arkanza’s temple. At that moment, Anagata and Bagaskara, who had been whispering, fell silent as they heard the sound of Milan’s movement and realized he was there.Anagata glared at Milan with a look of pure hatred. Bagaskara stood behind him, observing the tense situation. Milan remained standing by the bed, keeping a watchful eye on Arkanza, showing no intention of letting Anagata and Bagaskara get any closer.Anagata step
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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. "