RICHARD'S POV Steve fumbled with the files on his desk, his hands shaking. I leaned against the doorway, trying to keep my temper in check. This project was everything to me and seeing it sabotaged by some careless engineer was a bitter pill to swallow. He pulled out a binder and handed it to me. “Here, this has all the information.”I stretched my hand, but he recoiled his arm, withholding the documents.“You really think you can't trust me, Richard? After all my services? You think I'm using substandard materials?” Steve's eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on me, his lips curling into a sneer. “Do you realize what you are implying?”I took a deep breath, my eyes fixed on the engineer, as he tried to twist my words. "It's not about trust, Steve. I'm not implying anything, I just need to see the report. It's standard procedure." His face flushed red with anger. "Standard procedure? Don't give me that crap. This unnecessary suspicion of yours is becoming tiresome. You're questioni
RICHARD'S POVFinally, after a long day, I settled down with a glass of whiskey right after dinner, allowing the warmth of the amber liquid to soothe my weary soul. Sleep was calling me like an old friend, and my mind was already drifting towards the comfort of my bed when the soft chime of an incoming email interrupted my tranquility. With a sigh, I picked up my phone, expecting another boring work-related message. But as I opened the email, my heart skipped a beat. "Richard, m33t @ Rusty Nail. L8r than expctd. Urgent." The email was cryptic but clear enough. My contact, the engineer, was waiting for me at Rusty Nail, the bar where I had asked him to meet. I glanced at the time—it was already 10:30 PM. That was hours past the scheduled time, but something in the tone of the message made me uneasy. With a sense of urgency, I threw on a jacket. There was no time to waste.“Bernard!” I called out to my driver, my voice betraying the urgency I felt. “We need to head out. Now.”Bernard,
RICHARD'S POVThe morning sun barely kissed the horizon when I started my day. I sat at my office desk, the mountain of evidence Steve had handed over spread out before me. Each document, photo, and note was a piece of a puzzle that painted Vincent Armitage as more than just a shrewd businessman. He was a blackmailer, a man who thrived on others' miseries. As I sifted through the damning evidence, a wave of determination washed over me. I had to stop him. But first, I needed to understand every detail, every nuance of Steve’s plight. The office was quiet, the hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence. My mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead, about how deep Vincent's influence might go. I had to stay focused, yet a gnawing feeling in my gut told me this was going to be more complicated than I anticipated. Just then, Jenny, my PA and confidante, walked into the room with her usual grace. Her eyes, always sharp, caught my troubled expression. “Richard, you lo
RICHARD'S POVThe moment I woke up, the Ultra Billionaire System pinged in my head, delivering today’s challenge: spend $10 million in 24 hours to receive a special skill. Easy enough. The first thing that came to mind was to buy a new car. My favorite one exploded recently—long story. Plus, I needed something flashy to signify that I was still in the game.“Let's get to the dealership,” I said, trying to sound confident.My lead bodyguard, Mark, nodded. “Yes, sir.”My bodyguards and I hopped into the black SUV. I felt paranoid, like eyes were everywhere. In the car, I kept looking over my shoulder. I scanned the streets, convinced someone was following us.The city passed by in a blur, but my mind was racing. I couldn't stop thinking about Vincent Armitage. He’d been blackmailing Steve, my top engineer, and now Steve's dead. Was he behind my car exploding? The thought made my blood boil.“Boss, the car dealership is ready for you,” one of my bodyguards informed me as we pulled up.I
RICHARD'S POV The police car screeched to a halt in front of the station. They hauled me out, the flashing lights illuminating the growing crowd of onlookers. I could hear their whispers, feel their eyes on me. Humiliation burned through me like acid. “Isn't that Richard Thorne?” “Why would he do something like this?” I kept my head down, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. Inside, they booked me, the process a blur of fingerprints and mugshots. Finally, they shoved me into a small interrogation room. I sat in the cold, metal chair, my hands cuffed to the table. The door clang shut behind me, the sound echoing in my ears. The room was dimly lit, the only light source being the fluorescent light overhead. The walls seemed to close in on me as I waited, my mind racing. How did I end up here? How did everything go so wrong? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. I looked up to see an officer standing outside my cell, a manila folder in his h
RICHARD'S POVThe crowd of inmates parted like the Red Sea when they saw me approaching. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my face stoic, hiding the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. This was it. The showdown. The final test of whether I could survive this hellhole or become another statistic lost within its concrete walls. "Yo, Richard! You sure you wanna do this?" someone called out. I didn't bother acknowledging the question. My focus was locked on one person—Big Tony, the prison's undisputed bully. He stood there, a towering mass of muscle and menace, with a smirk that made my blood boil. Big Tony cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing ominously. "You got a death wish, little man?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. The crowd chuckled, their eyes gleaming with the anticipation of bloodshed. I accessed the system within my mind, the one thing that set me apart from everyone else. With a single ultra point, I bought the ultra strength skill. I felt an
JENNY'S POV Even though the fear of the police watching me gnawed at my nerves, I pressed on, sneaking through the shadows as I crept towards Richard's house. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest. The night was quiet, almost too quiet, and every creak of the floorboards under my feet sounded like a thunderclap. The files containing the evidence that Richard needed were inside, the evidence that could clear his name. I had promised to get them. But the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. As I turned the knob and slipped inside, I was immediately struck by the sight of a woman and a little girl in the living room. The dim light from a single lamp cast eerie shadows on their faces. Panic surged through me, and I opened my mouth to shout but the woman raised her hand. My heart skipped a beat. “Who are you?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Definitely not his wife. Richard isn’t married." The woman quickly put a finger to her lips. "Please, don’t sh
RICHARD'S POV I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital room, but something felt off. The machines beeping around me, the sterile smell of the hospital, it all seemed surreal."Welcome back, Richard," a robotic voice said in my ear. It was from the Ultra system. "You've been out for a while. I can restore you to full health for just 2 ultra points."I hesitated for a moment, but the promise of full health was too enticing to resist. "Deal," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. My vision cleared, and I sat up with a start.The doctor standing over me jumped back, his eyes wide with fear. "Richard! Oh my...you're...you're alive!"I rubbed my head, trying to clear the fog. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice shaking.The doctor composed himself, his eyes still fixed on me in disbelief. "You're at the hospital, Richard. We...we declared you dead two hours ago."I laughed, a dry, humorless