At about 1 PM, Oliver, a slender and athletic individual, confidently rode his power bike onto the campus of Bechem University.
With his appearance, one could think Oliver was a billionaire or a wealthy model, but his reality was far from that. Oliver was a struggling delivery guy who could hardly afford his meals.
Every day was a struggle for him, juggling part-time jobs and often missing his classes. When he wasn't running errands for wealthy students, he was occupied with his part-time work. It was safe to say he was the poorest student on campus.
Oliver had initially been admitted to the university on a scholarship. However, a few months later, due to the vice chancellor's greed, his scholarship was suddenly revoked, and he was forced to start paying tuition fees. So he had to hustle twice as hard to pay for his tuition and other fees.
Glancing at his watch, Oliver realized he was running late for his delivery. Determined, he started his bike and headed onto campus. He had one last delivery to finish before parking his bike for the day.
Oliver skillfully parked his bike in front of the elegant three-story buildings, which were decorated with delicate flowers and intricate exterior designs.
"Could you please open the gate?" he asked politely.
The security guard quickly approached him and opened the gate right away. He assumed Oliver was there for a delivery because of his clothes, but he was wrong. Oliver had come to propose to his girlfriend.
After saving diligently and lots of hunger strike, Oliver had managed to save enough funds for a ring. The mere thought of proposing to his girlfriend filled him with a buoyant sense of anticipation, making difficult tasks seems as if they were nothing.
After making the last final delivery, Oliver changed into his finest clothes, he had carefully chosen from thrift stores and totaling no more than five dollars. Despite being cheap, he pressed them to perfection, determined to sweep Sophia off her feet, his beloved. He was certain she would accept his proposal, he had poured his heart and soul into their relationship, sparing no effort or expense to make her happy.
Oliver entered the grand auditorium with a resolute stride, his heart set on making a bold statement by proposing to Sophia in front of the entire school.
He called her phone several times but she wasn't picking up.. Frustrated by Sophia's unanswered calls, he hurried to her classroom, hoping to find her but she still wasn't there.
He rushed down the building, as he rushed down the corridor, he encountered a crowd of students gathering excitedly and heading towards a single point. Confused, Oliver inquired about the commotion, only to discover that Harry was about to propose to his girlfriend.
Oliver was shocked. Harry, notorious for swapping girlfriends as frequently as he changed his designer outfits, was the last person he expected to see making a grand romantic gesture. Oliver knew Harry's reputation all too well, having delivered packs of condoms to him on more than one occasion.
However, his initial shock quickly gave way to indifference. As long as Harry's antics didn't involve Sophia, the love of his life, he didn't care. He just hoped his whole charade wouldn't overshadow his own plans for the evening.
Oliver was nervous and excited to propose to Sophia. This was his first time, and he couldn't decide whether to kneel or stand. He rehearsed different lines in his head, trying to find the perfect way to express his love. His heart raced with anticipation.
But as he pondered those thoughts, the cheering and chattering among the students grew louder, echoing through the corridors. His curiosity piqued, Oliver decided to find out what the buzz was all about before proceeding with his plan to find Sophia and propose.
He threaded his way through the throngs of excited students, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. What could possibly be causing such a frenzy? The excitement in the air was evident, making it impossible for him to ignore. As he approached the source of the noise, he was curious to know the girl who would be so important and capture Harry's heart for him to have decided to propose.
As he drew nearer, Oliver could hear the excited chatter of the crowd, a chorus of voices brimming with admiration and envy.
"Aww, so sweet!"
"Lucky girl!"
"I wish it was me."
"Say yes already!"
"She's the luckiest girl in the world!"
Each exclamation fueled his curiosity and apprehension, making his heart race faster. The palpable excitement in the air was electric, and Oliver couldn't help but wonder who the girl is.
What piqued Oliver's curiosity even more was when someone exclaimed, "Lucky Sophia!" His heart skipped a beat. Sophia was his girlfriend's name. But he quickly brushed off the thought. There were so many Sophias at the school. Why bother himself over something that might not even matter? He determined to stay focused and shake off the unease and continued moving through the crowd.
"Sophia Williams? She's so lucky to have been chosen by Harry. If I were her, I'd say yes without thinking twice," a female student giggled with excitement, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and envy.
"Of course, Sophia Williams would accept. She's so lucky to have been considered by Harry to be his girlfriend. If I were her, I would accept too," another female student giggled excitedly.
"Boom!" Oliver froze mid-step, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of his girlfriend's full name. The unexpected jolt of recognition sent a shiver down his spine. With determination etched on his face, he swiftly turned toward the female student who had casually mentioned it earlier. "Excuse me," he interjected urgently, his voice tinged with a blend of curiosity and concern, "what name did you just mention?"
The student's gaze swept over Oliver with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, focusing on his worn-out clothing before she replied sharply, "Sophia Williams. What's it to you?" Her tone carried a hint of menace as she turned back to watch the scene unfolding before them.
At that moment, Sophia was swept up in the cheers of the students as she eagerly accepted Harry's proposal, extending her finger for him to slip on the ring. Harry, known for his charm and flings with many beauties on campus, saw something special in Sophia.
She was not only stunning but also captured his heart in a way that made him want to commit to her permanently. He couldn't contain his excitement as she agreed to be his girlfriend.
Meanwhile, Oliver found himself at the forefront of the large campus auditorium where the proposal was going on, he was caught up in the emotional moment. Without realizing it, he screamed out "Sophia!" His voice ringing out and drawing everyone's attention.
At that moment, all the phones of the campus girls were now focused from Sophia to Oliver. Sophia was startled by the commotion, she turned to face Oliver with a mix of surprise and anger.
"What the hell are you doing here with your poverty-stricken body" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
Oliver, undeterred by the crowd's attention moved towards Sophia. "Babe, I need to speak with you," he said earnestly. "I already have a ring, and I was looking for you to propose to you as well. Babe, I love you so much," he continued, not minding the murmurs spreading through the gathered students.Sophia squinted at him with a skeptical look crossing her face as if she detected an offensive odor emanating from Oliver. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her tone sharp with anger.Ignoring the growing tension, Oliver said "Babe, I love you so much. I've saved enough money to get you a ring."Out of anger and disbelief, Harry interjected, unable to contain his frustration. "What does this poor boy want, and why is he saying he loves you?" he exclaimed, his voice cutting through the murmurs and whispers that had already started among the students.Amidst the crowd, students began hurling insults and mocking remarks at Oliver, their voices filled with disdain and superiority, fur
Oliver was fuming with anger. He'd just been humiliated in front of the whole school by the woman he loved and thought loved him back. He had spent all his money on her, believing in their relationship, only to be left devastated. All his savings were gone, and there was no way to get them back.The situation was even worse because the whole thing had been recorded and was spreading everywhere—school sites, W******p groups, and social media. The popular girls made sure it went viral, adding to his misery.He kept replaying what happened over and over, each time feeling more hurt. He had trusted her and believed in their relationship, but she used him and then discarded him in the most public and cruel way. It wasn’t just about losing love; it was realizing that what he thought they had was nothing at all.Oliver would have loved to hit Harry, the cause of his humiliation, but the auditorium where everything unfolded was like a spotlighted arena, a mini coliseum where everyone gathered.
Several hours after, Oliver lay on his bed, hungry and devastated. With no money for food, the evening's events replayed in his mind. Just as despair set in, his phone rang. An unknown number appeared, and he answered quickly."Hello?" Oliver said, hopeful yet uncertain."Am I speaking to Mr. Oliver?" the voice asked."Yes, this is Oliver," he said, eager to know who was calling him at this hour. He'd just had a long and bad day."Mr. Oliver, I need you to pick up a package from the school mall and have it delivered to the Grand Royal Hotel. The address is 123 Main Street," the caller instructed."Sure, I will do that," Oliver replied, desperation edging his voice."Great. Get it done quickly, and you'll be paid well," the caller added before hanging up.Desperate for any opportunity to earn some money, Oliver jumped to his feet. This was his last chance to make enough for a meal that day as he hadn't eaten anything that day.He went straight to the school mall, picked up the item and
When Oliver opened his eyes, he was disoriented. It was no longer evening but morning. He had been out cold for hours, and he couldn't remember how long.He found himself in a fancy hospital room, equipped with the latest medical gear. The room was brightly lit, and he was lying shirtless on the bed, with bandages wrapped around various parts of his body. Medical devices were hooked up to him."Where am I? Shouldn't I be dead?" he mumbled, confused. The last thing he remembered was being beaten up. He tried to piece together how he ended up here, his mind racing.As he tried to make sense of things, the door creaked open, and a man in a white coat with a stethoscope walked in. Oliver recognized him as the doctor."Doctor, where am I? Why am I restrained with all these devices connected to me?" He attempted to sit up but winced in pain."Thank goodness you're awake! Don't worry, just stay calm. I'm here to administer your final dose of medication," the doctor reassured in a soothing vo
The next day, Oliver was in his room, looking lively as music played loudly in his newly found expansive and well-furnished home. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the knock on the door until it opened.A beautiful lady walked in and greeted, "Good morning young master.""Good morning," Oliver replied with a smile."Young Master, food is ready at the dining table, and Madam President asks if you'll like to have breakfast now.""Sure, tell her I'll be right down soon," Oliver replied.Was she a maid? How could a maid be this cute and well-dressed? he thought to himself. He couldn't help but marvel at how his life had changed so rapidly from being a poor boy to a billionaire overnight. He had suffered so much and dreaded the thought of ever returning to his previous life of poverty.Oliver strolled downstairs in a sleeveless top that revealed his muscles and walked straight to the dining room where his mother was patiently waiting for him.As soon as she saw him, she stood up an
Inside the cinema, Sophia and Harry occupied the VIP seats, surrounded by a festive buzz of conversation among the students. However, everyone kept their voices down as per Harry's request for silence.The aroma of popcorn filled the room, heightening the excitement for the upcoming movies they were about to watch."Honey, can we change the movie?" Sophia asked, wrinkling her face as she attempted to make Harry budge."Sweetheart, today's movie is the official selection. Changing it wouldn't be fair, don't you think?" Harry attempted to persuade her with a smug grin, but she remained determined."I don't want this one, I want 'Mepa Cappadocia'," she stated confidently.Harry stood up and went straight to the cinema manager, after a brief conversation with her and a generous tip, Harry returned to his seat with a confident smile gracing his face.With pride swelling in his chest, he made his way back to his seat, and to add to his satisfaction, Sophia leaned in affectionately, and thei
Meanwhile, as Sophia dashed off to find the security guards, Harry stood there, his anger clear. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his face was a mask of flushed rage and humiliation. The audacity of Oliver’s public attack had struck a nerve, igniting a firestorm of vengeance within him."How dare you touch me, Harry Whitmore!" Harry spat under his breath, his voice a venomous hiss. The sting of the insult, mingled with the embarrassment of being made a show fueled his resolve for revenge. "I’ll make you regret this," Harry seethed, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. The mere thought of Oliver’s smug, unrepentant made him angrier. He was determined to show Oliver—and everyone else—that he was not a man to be toyed with.Harry paced back and forth, angrily talking on his phone. His face was filled with frustration. Meanwhile, students buzzed with excitement and gossip all around him."Harry’s really pulling out all the stops," one student m
The entire cinema fell into a stunned silence as Oliver’s bold statement echoed through the whole room. The audacity of his threat left everyone stunned.Sophia’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open as she tried to comprehend everything Oliver had said. As the shock began to disappear, the atmosphere shifted from stunned silence to a whirlwind of excitement and speculation. The students erupted into hushed conversations, their voices filled with disbelief.“Did he really just threaten to shut down the entire cinema?” one student whispered, the voice trembling with excitement. “No way! Did he actually challenge the bouncers? That’s absolutely insane!” another student exclaimed, the eyes wide with amazement.“Oliver’s got guts, I’ll give him that,” someone else remarked, most people would have folded under the pressure, but he just stood his ground.” a tone of reluctant admiration in the voice.“Did you see the look on the bouncers’ faces?” another added, grinning widely. “T