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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The influencer
Barry exhaled sharply, placing the heavy dumbbells back onto the rack in his underground gym. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he reached for a towel, wiping his face until it was dry enough. His muscles were aching, but he was satisfied with his workout routine. He had built am athletic build in a space of three months. He felt proud of himself. He dropped the towel into a nearby hamper and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a long swig before heading toward the private elevator.The elevator doors slid open silently, and Barry stepped inside, pressing the button for the living room. The doors opened into his expansive living room.“ZEUS, dim the lights and turn on the fireplace,” Barry commanded.“Certainly, sir,” ZEUS replied immediately. The lights dimmed to a warm, ambient glow, and the fireplace roared to life, casting flickering shadows across the room. Barry sank into a chair, crossing his legs as he reached for his laptop on the nearby glass coffee table. He began br
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Mass unfollow
The Phantom Ride manager had been watching the entire exchange between Barry and Tyler from his office. When Tyler slapped Barry, that's when he knew he had to step in. The manager practically ran out of his office until he arrived at the scene. It would be bad for his business if Barry retaliated, and a fight broke out before Tyler's live audience.To the manager's surprise and relief, Barry didn't hit Tyler back. Instead, he remained calm and unfazed. Barry's sunglasses were knocked off to the ground, revealing only his eyes.Slowly, he bent over, picked up his sunglasses and wore it back.Tyler waited for Barry to make his move, but Barry totally ignored him. “Are you this store's manager?” Barry asked, pointing directly at the manager. The manager adjusted his coat and approached him. “Yes, I am.”“I'm here to pick up my bike,” Barry said to him, bringing out his phone. “I spoke to one of your employees, but he snubbed me.”The manager was surprised that Barry dismissed Tyle
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Matthew
Tyler's encounter with Barry at the phantom Rides dealership shop blew up on the internet. With the mass unfollowing happening to Tyler, the live stream video went viral with various influencers hopping on the thread and asking one question.Who was this mysterious young man who destroyed Tyler in a second?Silverleaf university had many super bike owners but no one owns a Ninja H2R. Barry knew if he went to school, riding an $18 million bike, everyone would be all over his neck. The whole world would know he was the mysterious rich guy who ruined Tyler. Barry didn't want that kind of attention. He pulled up to a renowned motorcycle customization shop which deals with transforming high-end bikes into customized models. As Barry entered, a mechanic with grease-streaked hands approached him with a welcoming smile. "A Kawasaki Ninja H2R?" The mechanic eyes lit up when he saw the bike. "I've seen only a few of these models around. You must be rolling in dough sir."Barry removed his
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The birthday party
“By the way, today's my birthday, Barry. I'm throwing a big party at my place. It's going to be a blast. There'll be many businessmen, successful forex traders like me, and some pretty models. You should come.”“A party, huh?” Barry smirked. “I'll be there.”Matthew grinned. “I'll text you the address, but here's the thing, you've got to be dressed to the tea. I can't have you crashing into my house looking like a pauper.”Barry frowned. “I'll try.”Matthew noticed the frown on Barry's face. He pulled up to a spotlight and reached into the glove compartment. “Hey, don't look like that, Barry,” Matthew said, pulling out a thick wad of cash. “My guests are elite. You have to look the part. Here,” he handed the cash to Barry. “Get yourself a nice suit.”Barry glanced at the money, then back at Matthew. “You didn't have to, Matthew. I appreciate it, but I don't need your money.”Matthew's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He looked curiously at Barry. “The Barry I knew would never reject th
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The challenge
A stunned silence filled the room as Barry's words hung in the air. The guests stared at Barry as if they were staring at a ghost. Matthew's face darkened. His jaws clenched and his nostrils flared. He was furious. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Barry?” Matthew demanded.Barry tucked his hands into his pockets, his gaze cold. “I've been observing you, Matthew,” Barry said calmly. “Ever since we reunited, you've been acting like you're some kind of big shot. You've been dying for me to grovel at your feet, to worship the ground you walk on, to beg you for crumbs like I once did”Barry paused, pointing his index finger at Matthew. “Let me make one thing clear to you. That's the last thing I'll ever do.”Matthew clenched his fists at his sides. “You ungrateful little pig. I was trying to give you an opportunity. I was trying to lift you out of the gutter! And this is how you repay me? You're embarrassing me in front of my guests.”Barry shook his head. “Don't play the victi
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Rolls-Royce Sweptail
The guests began to count down the minutes after Barry ordered the Rolls-Royce. Matthew sat with his legs crossed in one of his luxury chairs, a smug smile fixed on his face. Soon, thirty minutes was up and there still was no sign of Barry's Rolls-Royce. “Time is up, Barry,” he said loudly. “Where is your Rolls-Royce?”Barry met his gaze. “I'm sure there must've been a slight delay. Give it a little more time. It'll show up.”“A little more time?” Matthew burst into laughter. “Just give it up already, Barry. We're talking about a Rolls-Royce Sweptail. Even I can't afford it. Don't mess with us.”Barry sighed. “Give it a few minutes more. There's no need to get all excited. The night is still young. Even if it takes an hour for the Rolls-Royce to get here, we can wait.” “No, we're not waiting another second,” Matthew said sharply, rising to his feet. “This is embarrassing, just admit you lost and grovel to me as my servant.”Barry shook his head. “No. I would rather die than serv
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Roxanne
Matthew clenched his fists, his face burning red, but he refused to lower himself to the ground. The reality that he lost to Barry, the poorest kid at school back in the days, filled him with dread. He couldn't comprehend how Barry was so filthy rich. Was it the same forex trade that gave Barry that much money?Impossible. Matthew refused to believe it. There could only be one explanation. Barry must've inherited his money from late Madam Evelyn. Nonetheless, he would never grovel to Barry. His pride won't allow him. “I won’t do it,” Matthew spat through gritted teeth at Barry. “I will never grovel to you.”A grave silence hung in the air for a while. Then Barry tilted his head and shrugged. “I don’t need you to. You're not even worthy of my forgiveness.”Matthew caught his breath sharply. Those words cut deeper than any insult. Barry wasn’t just refusing to humiliate Matthew—he was dismissing him entirely. “You’ve already embarrassed yourself,” Barry went on, his voice col
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Be my boyfriend
Barry thought he was dreaming. Roxanne, the most beautiful girl in school, was asking him out?He had paid little attention to her because he was already married to Laura back then, but now, looking at her, he could understand why every guy on campus wanted her. “Why,” Barry asked, leaning back slightly away from her face, “Why do you want me to go out with you?”Roxanne's smile widened. “I'll tell you later. But first…”She reached between her cleavages and pulled out a pen. A few guys in the room nearly choked on their breath. Roxanne grabbed Barry's hand and scribble her number on his palm.“Call me,” she said, her voice sultry. Then, with a playful smirk, she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I'll be waiting for you after school.”Before Barry could respond, she turned on her heel and strutted out of the lecture hall. A stunned silence ensued as soon as she left. Then, like a dam breaking, the entire class exploded into chaos. Barry's course mates swarmed around him as th
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Graduation Day
The university hall was filled with the excited murmurs of graduating students, proud parents, and faculty members. The ceremony proceeded as each names were called met with applause and cheers. But when the dean announced, "Snow Reeds—summa cum laude, valedictorian, and recipient of the Chancellor’s Award for Academic Excellence," the applause was thunderous. No one in the audience—not her classmates, not even her professors—knew the truth about Snow. To them, Snow was just another brilliant student, a quiet but determined young woman who had worked hard for her achievements. None of them suspected she was the sister of Barry Reeds, the most powerful and wealthiest man in the world. Snow had kept her identity hidden deliberately, wanting to earn her success on her own merits, not because of her brother's name or wealth. And she succeeded.As she walked across the stage to receive her honors, her gaze swept over the crowd—and then she saw them. Barry. Veronica. And a lit
Home
Daniel’s breath left him in a rush. He turned to his father, eyes wide with shock. "Is that true?" Victor’s lips pressed into a thin line. "We needed an heir." "That’s not an answer!" Daniel’s voice cracked. "Did you adopt Flynn? Did you—" He swallowed hard, as if the words themselves were poison. "Did you change him?" Victor’s composure fractured. "What would you have me do? You were dying! The doctors gave you months—months—and the treatments weren’t working! The Homeland name couldn’t end with you!" His voice rose, desperate. "I did what I had to do!" Daniel took a step back, shaking his head. "No. No, you didn’t. There were other ways. Adoption. Legitimate means. But you—" His voice dropped to a whisper. "You bought a child like he was property. You altered him." Victor’s face twisted. "I saved this family!" "You ruined it!" Daniel shot back. "We’re not monsters. We don’t take children. We don’t erase who they are!" Barry watched the exchange in silence, his expressi
The Homeland family
The first streaks of morning light painted the sky when Sebastian reappeared in Barry's room. Barry had not slept throughout the night. He had sat patiently with a glass of whiskey untouched on the table before him, his fingers steepled in silent vigil. Suddenly, the air shifted—a whisper of displaced wind—and then Sebastian stood before him, his coat singed at the edges, the scent of smoke clinging to him like a second skin. Barry’s gaze lifted. "Yes?" Sebastian inclined his head. "It’s done." Barry leaned forward. "And?" "The Cradle is no more," Sebastian said. "The children—twenty-three in total—are safe. I delivered them to the Blackthorn children Foundation. They’ll be cared for." "Excellent work," Barry murmured. "You've done well, Sebastian."Sebastian’s red eyes gleamed. "I was right about the barrier. They used an ancient artifact—a relic of forgotten magic. Powerful enough to hide an entire island from scrying, from detection, even from memory if one wasn’t caref
The Cradle
The mansion was silent and the halls swallowed by darkness as Joanna led Barry through the corridors of the Homeland estate. They reached the master suite at the end of the east wing. Joanna hesitated, her fingers hovering over the door handle. "He'll kill me if he finds out I brought you here," she whispered. Barry didn’t respond. He simply pushed the door open himself and stepped inside. The room was vast, lavishly furnished, and dimly lit by the pale moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. In the center, an old man lay in a massive four-poster bed—Victor Homeland, the patriarch of the family. Barry walked to the bedside, his presence like a cold draft in the room. He reached down and gripped Victor’s shoulder, shaking him awake. Victor’s eyes snapped open, clouded with sleep—then sharpened with alarm as they focused on the stranger looming over him. "Who—?" "Barry Reeds," Barry said, his voice low and lethal. "The father of the child you stole." Victor’s f
The confession
The former occupants of the property beside the Homeland family was swiftly evicted. Barry had paid triple the property’s value, ensuring no complaints or delays were made. The agent had refunded half the previous owner’s money just to expedite the process, and within seventy-two hours, Barry stood in the master bedroom of his new residence, binoculars in hand, watching the Homeland estate like a hawk. For days, he observed their routines. The comings and goings of staff, the security rotations, the family’s movements. He studied them all, piecing together the puzzle. He also paid private investigators to dig deep into the Homeland family. What he uncovered made his blood run cold. The Homeland patriarch, Victor Homeland, was deathly ill—rumored to be clinging to life through sheer will and expensive treatments. His only son and heir, Daniel Homeland, was also afflicted by a mysterious, wasting sickness. The family’s empire needed a new successor, and quickly. Daniel’s fir
The trance
Barry stepped through the foyer of his estate, the velvet case tucked securely under his arm. Sebastian stood waiting by the staircase, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His gloved hands were clasped behind his back. "Master Barry," he greeted with a slight bow. "You've returned." Barry's voice was rough, worn thin by exhaustion. "How's Veronica?" Sebastian's expression softened. "Still locked in her room. She refuses meals. The maids report she hasn't slept properly in days. She... blames herself." Barry's jaw tightened visibly. He strode past Sebastian, his boots striking the marble floor with sharp, echoing steps. "I'll find him," he muttered, more to himself than to his butler. "Whatever it takes, wherever he is—I'll bring him home." He turned abruptly, holding up the velvet case between them. "I got it. Just like you said I should." His piercing gaze locked onto Sebastian's. "Tell me straight—is it the real thing?" Sebastian accepted the case, pening
The Imperial Auction
Five years later....Barry stepped into the grand hall of the world's most exclusive auction house. There was a legendary event held only once every decade. The Imperial Auction. The air hummed with quiet murmurs and the clink of crystal glasses as the global elite—billionaires, royalty, and shadowy figures of immense power—gathered under the glittering chandeliers. The Imperial auction was infamous for trading in the impossible: mythical objects, ancient artifacts thought lost to time, flawless diamonds the size of fists, and deeds to private islands and forgotten palaces. Barry moved through the crowd unnoticed. He wore a wide-brimmed hat, a tailored brown overcoat, and round spectacles that caught the light. His face was now framed by a full beard, and his quiet eyes had the looks of a man who had seen too much. The usher, recognizing Barry, guided him to a reserved seat at the front. "Welcome, Mr. Reeds. We kept your reservation as demanded."Barry sat down without saying a
Miraculous recovery
Barry's car screeched to a halt outside the gleaming hospital entrance. Before Sebastian could even come to a complete stop, Barry was already throwing the door open, his polished shoes hitting the pavement at a run. The automatic doors slid apart just in time as he burst into the lobby.The elevator ride to the seventh floor felt like eternity as he couldn't wait to see Veronica. When the doors finally opened, Barry's breath caught in his throat. Down the hall, through the glass walls of the private ward, he could see them - Veronica sitting upright in bed, her dark hair cascading over the hospital gown, surrounded by the entire Phoenix family. Snow was perched on the edge of the bed, holding Veronica's hand, while various Phoenix relatives filled the room with flowers and murmured conversation.Barry's footsteps slowed as he reached the doorway. Veronica turned her head at the sound, and when their eyes met, the world seemed to stop. Color had returned to her cheeks, her eyes s
Revelation
Barry and Sebastian stood at the back of the court wedding ceremony, observing as Steve and Susan exchanged vows. The judge smiled warmly as he pronounced them husband and wife, and the small gathering of trusted friends applauded. Steve looked more at peace than Barry had ever seen him. It surprises him why Steve got married that very day without any hesitation.As the newlyweds turned to greet their guests, Barry stepped forward, extending a hand. "Congratulations, Steve. You've earned this happiness."Steve clasped his hand firmly, gratitude in his eyes. "I wouldn't be here if not for you, Barry. Thank you."Barry's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. "I have a queen waiting for me back home—someone I hope to marry soon, too."Steve raised his glass. "Then I wish you the same joy you've given me."Suddenly, their moment was interrupted by the sudden sound of frantic heels clicking against the marble floor. All heads turned as Laura Weston burst into the room with tears strea
