Leonidas walked across the campus, his shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the ground. His mind buzzed with a constant hum of worry. The words of the doctor echoed in his ears: “Your brother’s condition is worsening. We need to perform surgery immediately, or he may not survive much longer.” He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. He needed to focus on finding more work, more money. But every step felt like he was dragging himself through thick mud. As he neared the main courtyard, he heard a commotion—a crowd of students gathered around Emma and Derek, who were standing on a raised platform. Emma looked radiant, a satisfied smile on her face, while Derek held her close, grinning like he had won the biggest prize. “Attention, everyone!” Derek’s voice boomed across the courtyard. “We have an exciting announcement to make. Emma and I are officially engaged!” The crowd erupted in cheers, applause ringing out across the space. Leonidas froze, his breath catching in his
Leonidas slowly opened his eyes, the sterile white ceiling above him coming into focus. The harsh light of the hospital room stung his eyes, and for a moment, he was disoriented, unsure of where he was or how he had gotten there.His body ached all over, bruises and cuts made him hard to move. He winced, trying to sit up in the hospital bed. What happened last night? he thought. Memories of the alley, the beating, and that strange system flickered through his mind.“The system…” he whispered. He remembered the gun, the money, the screen that had appeared out of nowhere. But was it real? Maybe that was just his hallucination after craving for help on the verge of death, but if that was just a hallucination, how could he run from Marcus and his friends when his hands still so vividly left the trace around Leonidas' neck?Then it hit him—Alex. His brother! He had to make sure Alex was okay. Ignoring the pain coursing through his body, Leonidas ripped the IV needle out of his arm and s
"What?" "What if I say no...? I spent a night here and my money was stolen. I got so much loss and it's ridiculous if I say to the police that nothing happened last night." Marcus’s eyes narrowed at Leonidas' bold response. His fists clenched, but something about Leonidas made him pause. There was a shift, an intensity in Leonidas' gaze that hadn’t been there before, and it sent a chill down Marcus’s spine. It was that same feeling he’d had last night when Leonidas had held the gun. Without a word, Marcus stepping back slightly. His face full of hesitation, making Derek looked at him with wonder. “What are you doing?” Derek hissed, glaring at Marcus. “He’s just bluffing. Are you gonna let this little loser scaring you? You'll be dealing with the police!" "Let's find other way," Derek said, his voice was law. "What the fuck did you just say to me, Marcus? Find another way? Are you scared of him?" "I'm not—" Marcus didn't finish his sentence as he glanced at Leonidas, staring st
Claire sat in the hospital’s administration section, her head resting in her hands. The stack of medical bills in front of her was overwhelming. She had always been able to hold it together, but lately, the weight was becoming unbearable. Her mother’s treatment for blood cancer was draining every bit of money she earned. Modeling used to be her dream, but now it felt like a burden she could barely carry. How did everything fall apart so quickly? She thought, biting her lip. Her father had left them when she was in high school, cheating on her mother and starting a new life with someone else. Since then, it had been just Claire and her mother, trying to survive. The modeling gigs helped for a while, but now, with the mounting medical costs, it wasn’t enough. She had no one to rely on. No friends, no relatives, not even her popular ex-boyfriend knew how hard things were for her. Claire had always been good at hiding her struggles, keeping up the façade of perfection, but now she wasn’
Leonidas pulled up to the campus in his new sports car, the sleek vehicle turning heads as it glided to a stop. The morning sun glinted off the polished exterior."Shit. Is that true? Leo-ser?""That is my fucking dream car! How could he afford that?"They were already in shock only to seeing his new looks and the car he drove, but the real shock came when someone stepped out from his car, hand-in-hand romantically."No way... no way...! Is that Claire?"Claire Adwell was a name that commanded attention on campus. Wherever she went, people noticed. Known as the “Noble Lady” by her peers, Claire had a certain untouchable quality about her—an aura of elegance and grace that made her seem like she belonged to another world entirely. She was stunning, of course, with her flawless skin, piercing green eyes, and raven-black hair that cascaded over her shoulders like silk. But it wasn’t just her looks that made her stand out. It was her demeanor—calm, quiet, and always composed.In a school
Leonidas tapped his fingers on the table, still riding the thrill of his earlier confrontation with Emma. He felt powerful, almost invincible—but that confidence faltered when Blake Symphon stood before him.Blake gave a relaxed smile, the kind that seemed friendly on the surface but carried hidden layers beneath. Leonidas didn't know what it was, maybe because his charisma. He extended a hand toward Leonidas, who hesitated only for a second before shaking it. Blake’s grip was firm, his grey eyes cool and assessing.“Leonidas, right?” Blake said smoothly, his tone pleasant. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you."Leonidas blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you.”Without waiting for an invitation, Blake slid into Claire’s seat across from Leonidas. The gesture was casual but deliberate, as if Blake already owned the space. Leonidas stiffened slightly, unsure how to react. It wasn’t every day that one of the most admired men on campus—someone Leonidas had once envied—
Leonidas and Claire walked through the grand entrance of the luxurious shopping center, its gleaming floors reflecting the glittering chandeliers above. Claire glanced around, visibly out of her comfort zone among the sleek displays and high-end boutiques.“Leo,” Claire whispered as he gently but firmly pulled her further inside, “What are we even doing here? This isn’t exactly my kind of place.”Leonidas gave her a sly grin, not slowing his pace. “Today, we’re upgrading your look.”Claire blinked, confusion evident in her eyes. “Upgrading my look?”Leonidas stopped in front of a boutique window and framed a section of dresses with his fingers, as if already envisioning her in them. He tilted his head toward her, the gleam in his eyes both playful and calculating. “You’ve been holding back ever since your mother’s condition worsened, right?” He motioned toward the elegant gowns on display. “Elegant and luxurious—it suits you better than that plain dress.”Claire let out a soft laugh,
The next day, Leonidas went beyond simply treating Claire to new clothes—he bought her a luxurious apartment right next to his own building.Claire stood in the center of the vast living room, wide-eyed as she took in her new surroundings. The apartment was breathtaking. From the marble floors to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline, every detail radiated elegance. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the sleek modern furniture. The kitchen was equipped with the latest appliances, and the spacious bedroom had a king-sized bed draped in silk linens. It felt like stepping into the pages of a luxury magazine.Her initial amazement quickly gave way to hesitation. She turned to Leonidas, her smile slowly fading into unease. “Leo... You didn’t have to go this far,” she said quietly, awkwardness creeping into her voice.Leonidas, standing casually by the window with his hands in his pockets, raised a brow in confusion. “Why not? I though
Undertaking missions with strict deadlines required Leonidas to stay alert for time-sensitive notifications. At 7 a.m., he received one—a reminder that he had only six days left. This came just before his scheduled meeting with an employee from Avvionh, a prestigious clothing brand dominating local New York’s fashion scene.Leonidas moved quickly, adjusting to the employee’s work hours. As he approached, he spotted a woman waiting by a lamppost, wrapped in a long coat and clutching a hot coffee.“Good morning, I’m Leonidas,” he greeted.“Nice to meet you, Mr. Leonidas; I’m Marie Scott.” She replied, a flicker of surprise crossing her face as she noticed the bruises and cuts still visible from his recent fight with Derek. “I admit, I was worried this was some sort of scam, but here you are.”Leonidas offered a faint smile. “I don’t make empty promises about things that matter. I need information about the Lotus building fashion show that was canceled a few days ago…”Marie’s expression
Leonidas arrived at the police station, his steps purposeful as he sought answers about Claire’s incident. He requested a meeting with the detective handling the case, a man named Michael James. Once alone in the detective's office, Leonidas wasted no time.“You want a police license to investigate the Lotus building?” Michael echoed, his tone indifferent and slightly dismissive. “But what’s your purpose, sir?”Leonidas met his gaze, speaking with steady confidence. “I need access to any evidence connected to Claire Adwell’s incident.”Michael leaned back, unimpressed. “And if you gain access, what exactly do you intend to do with it?”Caught off guard, Leonidas paused. He hadn’t prepared an alibi and couldn’t reveal his true intentions.The silence made Michael’s eyes narrow, a cold skepticism settling in. He set down the file he’d been reading and sighed. “I can’t grant you access to this investigation, let alone the evidence. You lack any standing to ensure responsibility for it. T
Leonidas left the hospital in haste, unsettled by Donna's words that there was no news regarding the incident at the Lotus Building. Suspicion flared."System!" he called out, activating his system. "Search for news about the incident at the Lotus Building on May 27." He settled into his car, preparing to leave.The system responded,[Analyzing related websites...][Searching for related topics...][No topic found related to the Lotus Building incident on May 27th][Search for 'Cancelled Fashion Show at Lotus Building'?]"He erased the incident from the news?" Leonidas muttered, his lips twisting into a bitter smile. Only Derek could be responsible for burying news of Claire's accident.The fashion show had been canceled due to Claire’s accident, but Leonidas hadn't anticipated Derek’s latest move.Gunning the engine, he sped toward the Lotus Building. When he arrived, he spotted two police officers speaking with a building staff member. His gaze passed over them coldly as he strode t
Leonidas returned to his apartment in the early morning, looking disheveled and bearing the clear marks of a fight—bruises darkening his skin, a bleeding temple, and dried blood around his nose, all reminders of his struggle with Derek at The Moore club. Despite the extraordinary advantage of his system, Leonidas couldn’t shake the frustration of his defeat, the memory of Derek’s powerlessness against him still stinging.As his slow, weary steps sounded in the quiet apartment, Alex looked up from the wide sofa, where he was relaxing and watching television. A smile lit up his face when he heard Leonidas enter."Leon! You’re finally home!" Alex’s greeting faltered, his expression shifting as he took in Leonidas’ battered face. "Leon, what happened to you?"Leonidas brushed it off, attempting to divert the conversation. "How was Mrs. Whittaker’s cooking? Did you like it?"Settling beside Alex, Leonidas listened as Alex’s face brightened. "Yes, she cooked under Nurse Amy’s watch, but it
That was before Derek sent a brutal kick on Leonidas' stomach. The force of it sent Leonidas flying over the guardrail, crashing onto a billiards table on the first floor, shattering it on impact."Ha-ha! That was cool!" Derek laughed, the sound carrying through the club as Marcus and Emma exchanged amused glances at Leonidas’s pain. But Derek wasn’t finished; he descended toward the dance floor, ready for more.Leonidas struggled to his feet, bruised and battered, and stepped onto the dance floor, his eyes locked on Derek, who stood just a few paces away, confident and unmoved. The two men squared off like fighters in a ring, their breaths shallow but loaded with animosity. Around them, the crowd looked on, most of them expecting to see Leonidas fall again. But their judgment didn't matter to him. He only had one thought-to wipe that smug smile off Derek's face.Derek's stance grew taunting, beckoning Leonidas to start the fight. Driven by rage, Leonidas sprinted forward, aiming a hi
Leonidas paced anxiously in front of the emergency room, barely holding himself together as he waited for news on Claire. After her fall from the seventh floor, her faint heartbeat had been nothing short of a miracle; still, he and the onlookers had scrambled to call an ambulance in a desperate rush to save her life. Her injuries were severe—hope felt fragile."Claire, please... survive," he murmured, voice thick with unshed tears, his fingers clasped tightly together as he prayed for another miracle, just as he once had for Alex."Leonidas!" Blake’s urgent voice broke through his daze. He hurried over, pale with worry. "What happened? Did I hear wrong?"Leonidas clenched his fists, struggling to hold himself steady. "Blake, they did this... to Claire," he whispered, the pain in his voice clear.Blake guided him to sit, a steady presence amidst the storm. "They? Who?""Derek," Leonidas replied, voice edged with fury. "Derek and his friends... they wanted her dead."Blake’s face went r
Leonidas's heart raced as a staff member approached him with urgent news."Sir, Claire Adwell isn’t in the dressing room, and she hasn’t been back since she left with you," the staff member reported, clearly worried."What?" Leonidas’s expression tightened with concern. "That’s impossible. I saw her off just moments ago."He hurried through the hallways, searching every corner of the building, his calls to Claire’s cell phone going straight to voicemail. With each unanswered ring, his frustration grew, clouding his mind. She should’ve been back by now. Where could she have gone?“Claire, where are you?” he muttered to himself, anxiously scanning the crowded venue, hoping for a glimpse of her. No one seemed to know where she was, and he was quickly running out of options. Feeling his patience wear thin, he stopped and took a steadying breath. Desperate, he resorted to a last measure.“System, activate!” he commanded quietly, his tone decis
Leonidas’ rising popularity and influence spread quickly across campus, affecting everyone in his orbit, including Emma and Derek. But Derek, who had once been Leonidas’ number one bully, now found himself steering clear of him, too cautious to even cross paths with him anymore.Whenever Leonidas walked through the hallways, all eyes turned his way—not just because he was with Claire Adwell, but because students now respected the influence he commanded. The shift in power was undeniable, and no one seemed to question Leonidas’ position anymore."Is he really some tycoon's son who's been hiding his identity this whole time?" Derek muttered, glaring after Leonidas and Claire as they passed through the hallway, with everyone’s gaze following them. The sight of Leonidas basking in admiration stung. Jealousy mixed with anger, leaving Derek feeling humiliated and ignored.“Unbelievable,” Derek mumbled bitterly to himself, clenching his fists. He turned down a different hallway, desperate to
Leonidas walked alone through the campus corridor, his hands tucked into his pockets. There was no pressing reason to seek Claire, yet he found himself looking for her. It had become a quiet ritual—ensuring that he spoke to her at least once a day, even if the conversations were trivial. As he wandered, a thought struck him: all these excuses were just a mask for the simple truth—he wanted to see Claire.Was Leonidas attracted to her? If anyone were asked, the answer would be obvious. Claire Adwell, the Noble Lady, was the kind of beauty that no one could ignore—graceful, elegant, and seemingly untouchable. But Leonidas held back a smile, restraining himself. He reminded himself of the boundaries between them and the importance of remaining professional, even when his thoughts betrayed him.As his gaze shifted to his surroundings, he noticed how differently people regarded him now. Gone were the days when they looked at him