RICHARD'S POVAfter the game, I was driving home, still buzzing with the thrill of victory. The game was still fresh in my mind as I drove home, the taste of victory sweet on my tongue. That’s when the Ultra Billionaire System chimed in."Spend $10 million for 3 Ultra Points.”I almost swerved off the road. "$10 million? What the hell am I supposed to buy with that?”I let out a low whistle. "Damn, that's a hefty sum."I decided to swing by my dad’s place. He usually had something interesting going on. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Jonathan and William’s cars already parked. Great, a family meeting."Hey, Dad," I greeted as I walked in. Jonathan and William stood nearby, their expressions unreadable. "Good timing," Dad said, looking up from a picture on the table. "Richard, glad you could join us," he added, holding up the picture. "What's up?" I asked, curiosity piqued."Time for your next task," my father said, handing me the picture. Jonathan and William started smirking,
RICHARD’S POV "A heart transplant on demand? Honey, you're not at a pizza place ordering takeout." The nurse actually snorted with laughter, her name tag glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights – Brenda, it read. Like a Brenda would understand life or death situations.The sound of her amusement sent a spike of pure rage through me. My mother, pale and trembling beside me, was living on borrowed time, and Brenda here thought it was a joke? "Listen, Brenda," I said, leaning in, my voice low and dangerous. "I don't find this funny. And for your information, money is not an issue."Brenda’s eyebrows shot up, her smile faltering for a nanosecond. Clearly, she was used to dealing with desperate, cash-strapped folks, not guys who could buy and sell her five times over before breakfast. Not that I’d ever waste my money on that."Oh, really?" she drawled, the sarcasm thick enough to spread on toast. “Well then, sir Moneybags, why don’t you just march yourself right in there and have a
The doctor, still resembling a beached whale more than a medical professional, stared up at me with desperate, pleading eyes. "Mr. Thorne, please, enlighten me! What exactly transpired here? Did…did Brenda offer you a complimentary cup of shut-the-hell-up with your medical consultation?""Doctor…" I paused, letting the word hang in the air. Sometimes, a little dramatic timing works wonders. "I've been standing here, politely asking for a doctor's appointment for my mother, who, as you can see, is not exactly the picture of robust health."The doctor's gaze darted to my mother, still clutching my arm like it was a life raft. He winced. Clearly, 'robust' wasn't a word that sprang to mind. "And yet," I continued, letting a hint of my annoyance creep into my voice, "Nurse Brenda here decided that making snide remarks about my mother's life expectancy was more important than, you know, actually doing her job."The doctor sucked in a breath, his eyes widening with horror. He shot a l
RICHARD’S POV I walked out of the hospital with my mom, who looked pale but hopeful. She gripped my arm tightly, her strength surprising me given her recent health ordeal. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. A notification from the Ultra Billionaire system: "Task complete. You have earned 3 points.” I allowed myself a brief smile, slipping the phone back in my pocket. Every point counted. Mom looked up at me, her grip tightening on my arm. “Richard, are you sure this transplant will work?” Mom’s voice trembled a bit, though she tried to hide it. “Absolutely, Mom. Everything’s going to be fine.” I smiled, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “We’ve got the best doctors, and you’re a fighter. This is just another bump in the road.” Just then, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen: Dad. Great timing. “Hello?” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Richard, I need to see you. Now.” Dad’s voice was sharp, no-nonsense. “Dad, I’ve got ur
RICHARD’S POV I pulled into the driveway, my head spinning. The Jade Plate fiasco had left me feeling like a total loser. I needed to regroup. As I walked through the front door, my mind raced with a hundred things at once. Mom’s surgery was coming up, and I needed to make sure everything at home was taken care of. The idea of hiring some housekeepers floated in my mind. I could use the help, and Mom would appreciate it.Just as I was about to call an agency, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Amelia. What did she want now?“Hey, Richard. I need some help. Can you meet me?”Curious, I texted back. “Sure. What’s up?”Her reply was quick but vague. “I’ll explain when you get here. It’s important.”I frowned. Amelia was usually more straightforward. I grabbed my keys and headed out, her cryptic message playing on my mind. When I arrived at the address she gave me, I was surprised to find myself in front of a company building. Why here?I walked in, scanning the lobby until I spotted Am
RICHARD'S POVI then stared up at the bodyguard, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Really? A full-grown man claiming a spot at a public restaurant? That's hilarious."The bodyguard's face hardened. "Mr. Quinn has a routine social interaction with his fans here. He has a particular seat." He pointed at the stickers plastered all over the table. "See? It’s reserved."Before I could respond, he added, "If you don’t stand up, we will throw you out."I glanced around, noticing everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. Not wanting to cause more trouble, I sighed. "Fine, whatever. Let’s just move, Amelia."But before we could stand, Mr Quinn himself cleared his throat. "Only you, leave. The lady can stay. I’d like a word with her."I laughed, shaking my head. "Not happening."I chuckled and shook my head again, "Not possible, my friend. Amelia wouldn't be caught dead with you."“Listen up, boy. You don’t speak for her. And mind how you run your mouth in here. It's obvious you don't know
RICHARD'S POV I was in the middle of a workout when my phone buzzed. It was a message from my father, summoning me to the house. I had no idea what he wanted, but knowing him, it couldn't be anything good. I grabbed my stuff and headed over, my mind racing with possibilities.I pulled up to my father’s house, already dreading whatever nonsense he had in store for me this time. Jonathan and William were just coming back from wherever rich idiots go to kill time. In fact when I arrived, they were just getting out of their car, smirking like they'd won the lottery, and I knew that look. It never meant anything good for me.“Well, if it isn’t the big shot,” Jonathan sneered, waving a newspaper at me.“Looks like someone’s been playing cowboy,” William added, his tone dripping with sarcasm.“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely confused.“You really haven’t seen it?” Jonathan laughed. “You’re all over the news, big brother. Challenging the reigning horse-riding champio
RICHARD’S POV I was in serious panic, my heart pounding like a freight train. My mother was sprawled on the floor, her face ashen. I could barely breathe as I scrambled for my phone, hands shaking. I dialed 911 with a sense of frantic urgency. “Please, hurry!” I gasped into the phone, trying to stay calm. “My mother—she’s not breathing properly. I think she’s having a heart attack.” The operator’s voice was calm and steady, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. “Help is on the way. Can you tell me her condition? Is she conscious?” I knelt beside her, tears stinging my eyes. “No, she’s unconscious. I don’t know how long it’s been like this. Please, just hurry.” “Stay with her,” the operator instructed. “Perform CPR if you know how.” I wasn’t trained in CPR, but I followed the operator’s instructions as best I could, my hands trembling as I pressed down on her chest. It felt like hours before the sirens wailed outside. When the paramedics burst in, I practically threw my