Alex stared at his fingers, captivated by the transformation unfolding before his eyes. His nails, once ragged and chipped, now gleamed with an almost supernatural cleanliness. His skin, which had been dull and worn from years of hardship, now shimmered with a vibrant glow, radiating health and vitality. It was as though he were witnessing a miracle—his body rejuvenating right before his eyes.
"What is happening to me?" he whispered, a mixture of awe and fear tingling in his voice.
A strange, almost electric sensation pulsed inside his head, a warmth spreading through his skull. In an instant, it was as if a veil had been lifted—memories that had once been hazy and distant now came rushing back with vivid clarity, as though they had occurred only yesterday. He could recall every detail of his past with newfound sharpness, each memory playing out like a scene in a movie.
Simultaneously, he felt his bones growing stronger, the frailty that had plagued him for so long vanishing as if it had never existed. His muscles tightened, becoming more defined, and he could feel himself gaining height, his body stretching and expanding with newfound power. It was as if he had undergone years of rigorous training and nutrition in mere moments.
"All this because of the ring?" Alex whispered, his mind racing to comprehend the magnitude of the transformation. Curiosity sparked within him, driving him to test the limits of his newfound abilities.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he pressed his hand against his abdomen, bracing himself for the familiar pain that had tormented him since leaving the hospital. But there was nothing—no sharp ache, no lingering soreness. Relief flooded through him, and with it, a wild idea began to take root in his mind.
"The ring healed me!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and excitement as he examined his abdomen more closely. There was no trace of the stab wound that had nearly ended his life. His skin was flawless, unblemished by even the faintest scar.
“There’s no scar or wound anymore. I can’t see any traces of my injury,” he murmured, his hands now moving to his shoulder, where he found it equally healed.
“This ring doesn’t just give me knowledge of the past; it also gives me the ability to heal,” Alex marveled, his thoughts racing with possibilities he had never dared to consider before.
Driven by a sudden, insatiable need to understand the full extent of his transformation, Alex dashed across the room, retrieving a knife from the small drawer where he kept his meager utensils. His heart pounded with anticipation, the thrill of discovery mingling with the fear of what he was about to do.
Taking a deep breath, Alex steeled himself, his grip tightening around the knife's handle. He had to know—he had to be certain. In one swift motion, he sliced his palm open, a sharp cry escaping his lips as the blade cut through his flesh.
The pain was real, intense, and immediate, but what happened next was nothing short of miraculous. Alex watched in stunned silence as the blood that welled up from the wound began to slow, the skin knitting itself back together right before his eyes. Within seconds, the wound was gone, and the skin was smooth and unbroken, as if it had never been cut.
"This is real!" he almost screamed, the shock of what he had just witnessed leaving him breathless.
“I really have the ability to heal myself,” he murmured, his voice tinged with awe as he tossed the knife back towards the rack. But the blade moved with a speed and precision he hadn’t intended, slicing through the air and splitting the wooden rack clean in two.
“What?” Alex gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief. The sheer power he now possessed was beyond anything he could have imagined.
Driven by a burning curiosity, he retrieved the knife once more. This time, he aimed it at the wall, envisioning it as a dartboard. In the past, his throws had always been clumsy, missing their mark more often than not. But now, the knife flew from his hand like a missile, embedding itself deep into the wall and leaving a gaping hole in its wake.
“What?” Alex exclaimed, his voice a mix of fear and excitement as the reality of his new abilities began to sink in.
Just then, a deafening bell rang in his head, more intense than the loudest church bells. The pain was excruciating, exploding in his mind with such force that he screamed, his body wracked with agony. Yet even as he screamed, something inside him began to change—his endurance growing, his ability to withstand the overwhelming sensation increasing with every passing second.
When the ringing finally stopped, Alex was left with a new clarity—a sudden influx of memories that weren’t his own. They were his father’s, passed down to him through the ring. “I now know everything my father told me in the trance,” he realized, the weight of his new knowledge settling heavily on his shoulders.
“I know where to go to claim my wealth,” he said, a triumphant smile spreading across his face as he envisioned the path ahead.
“Alex Carter is now a new creature,” he breathed, feeling as though he had been reborn, his old life nothing more than a distant memory.
The confidence surging through Alex was something entirely new—a heady, intoxicating feeling that filled him with a sense of purpose and certainty. With his father’s memories now intertwined with his own, he knew exactly where to go to claim his birthright.“Summit National Bank,” Alex muttered to himself as he shrugged on his jacket. He could hardly believe that he was about to step into a world that had been beyond his reach until now.For centuries, Summit National Bank had been the exclusive domain of the country’s elite—a fortress of wealth and power. This wasn’t just a bank; it was a symbol, a gatekeeper for those whose influence stretched far beyond mere money. To even have an account there meant more than being rich; it meant belonging to a different world. But now, Alex knew—an account had been created for him at this very bank.Stepping out of the taxi, Alex paused to take in the grand facade of the bank. Its towering pillars and ornate architecture were imposing, almost int
Thirty years ago, the Sebastian Southlake Corporation reigned supreme over Southlake City, a titan of industry that every business aspired to partner with. Its influence was unmatched, and securing a partnership with the corporation was a guaranteed path to prosperity. Even today, the legacy of the Sebastian Southlake Corporation holds firm, though the company has been without a president for more than two decades.The reason for this long-standing absence was a tragedy that shook the entire city. Sebastian Carter, the president of the corporation, perished in a horrific fire that consumed his home, taking with it his family. The fire left the corporation leaderless, and since then, only a vice president has managed its affairs. But before his untimely death, Sebastian Carter had left behind a will—a will that foretold the day his only son and rightful heir, Alex Carter, would come to claim his inheritance and assume control of the corporation. The day had finally arrived, and the mer
The vault was a treasure trove beyond imagination. Stacks of dollars were meticulously arranged in bundles, but what truly caught Alex’s breath were the countless gemstones—gold, diamonds, jade—all shimmering under the dim light. The sheer wealth inside was staggering, easily worth over a hundred billion dollars.Despite possessing his father's memories, Alex had no idea what the vault contained until this very moment. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight before him.“All this is mine? This is my inheritance.” Alex murmured, still in shock, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what he was seeing.Mr. Sterling, the bank manager, was equally stunned. In all his years of managing the bank, he had never encountered anything like this. He knew Sebastian Carter had been an exceptionally wealthy man, but the fortune left behind was far beyond anything he could have imagined. The legacy left to Alex was truly astounding.As Alex tried to process what was happening, he cl
Jake Lawson, the project manager at Sebastian Southlake Corporation, stepped out of the elevator and immediately took in the scene before him. A young man, dressed in shabby clothes, was struggling against two security guards. The situation looked precarious, and Jake's heart raced as he assessed the potential threat. The young man’s appearance suggested he might be a street thug or a common thief, posing a risk to the corporation’s property.“What’s going on here?” Jake's voice cut through the lobby with authority as he turned his piercing gaze towards the secretary.The secretary quickly pointed a finger at Alex. “This man asked to see Madam Ava, sir.”Jake’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the young man. “And why does he want to see Madam Ava?”“I don’t know, sir,” the secretary replied, her tone dismissive. “But he doesn’t seem important. He’s probably here to steal something.”Jake nodded in agreement. Recently, Madam Ava had reported an attempted break-in by some rough-looking ind
In her opulent office, Ava Williams extended a courteous welcome to Alex Carter. Following the late Sebastian Carter's will, which mandated that family members be treated with the utmost respect, Ava offered Alex every comfort imaginable. Despite her warm hospitality, Alex declined everything with a polite smile, his focus unwavering. His visit was not about indulgence; it was about reclaiming his rightful place.As he settled onto the plush sofa, Alex announced, “I am Alex Carter, the son of Sebastian Carter. I’ve come to claim my rightful position as president of this corporation.”Ava’s eyes widened in disbelief. Though she recognized the family resemblance, the news that Alex was Sebastian’s son was shocking. The official reports had declared that all of Sebastian’s immediate family perished in the fire. The existence of Alex, and his claim to the presidency, seemed contradictory and confusing.Fortunately, Sebastian had anticipated such a scenario and had set up a rigorous securi
Unlike the previous days, Alex approached the school gate with a sense of confidence. He wasn’t scared; in fact, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction as he walked through it.As he entered, he noticed that no news of him being bullied or stabbed had spread around the school. The students who had witnessed the incident went about their day as if nothing had happened, mostly staring at him strangely. It was clear that they hadn’t expected him to be in such good shape.Alex smirked. “Such is life for the poor,” he thought, continuing his slow walk toward the school building. Each passing student eyed him with a mix of surprise and curiosity, but he remained unfazed.He knew that if the situation had involved a wealthier student, the school authorities and possibly even the police would have been involved by now. The student who had stabbed him would likely be facing expulsion. But with no money and no family to advocate for him, his case was easily ignored, especially with someone lik
In the classroom, Alex had always chosen to sit at the back. It wasn’t that he couldn’t sit in the front or the middle, but the last time he did, he was severely mocked. Since then, he has relegated himself to the rear of the room.Today was different. Bolstered by his newfound confidence, Alex felt that even if he faced ridicule from now until next year, he would remain unfazed. So, he boldly chose a seat in the front row, directly across from where Janet and Noah sat.Previously, Alex had never participated actively in class. Not that he wasn’t capable—he was a bright student—but he feared that answering questions would only lead to more mockery. But today marked a turning point. He was ready to embrace boldness in every aspect of his school life. As soon as Professor Willson posed a question, Alex raised his hand.The room fell into surprised whispers. Alex sitting in the front row, raising his hand, was a new and shocking sight.“What’s up with him? He’s acting so strangely since
Hearing Anastasia’s words, Noah’s smirk widened. “I always suspected there was something off about her when she defended the so-called good-for-nothing. Hahaha!” he laughed maniacally, clearly amused by the turn of events.“And what if he loses?” His smirk remained as persistent as ever.Alex immediately grasped Noah’s game and sought to give Anastasia an out. “Anastasia, you don’t have to—”Before Alex could finish, Anastasia cut him off, her voice resolute but strained. “Fine! If he loses, then I’ll date you, and he’ll never have to see me again.”The stakes seemed absurd to Alex, but he was confident in his abilities. Still, he stole a glance at Janet.Janet’s face showed clear shock. Despite her relationship with Noah, she was visibly taken aback by his audacity to challenge Alex and potentially date someone else. Her expression shifted quickly from disbelief to a forced smile. “Yes, Noah, if he loses, you can date her. I’m sure the good-for-nothing won’t stand a chance against yo
The day before, Daniel had meticulously planned every detail. He had ordered a specific set of glassware, ensuring they were delivered directly to his chemist contact. "If anything goes wrong, the hooker can take the fall for it," he had concluded smugly, sharing his plan with Nancy.Nancy, as calculating as ever, nodded in agreement. “Let’s make sure this is foolproof. The less we leave to chance, the better.”Now, as the commotion unfolded in the house, Nancy’s smirk betrayed her satisfaction. Everything was falling into place. She pulled out her phone and dialed 911, her tone dripping with urgency.“Hello? Yes, there’s been an attempted murder. I think I know who did it,” she said, casting a sharp glance toward Veronica, who was nervously pacing in a far corner of the house.Before hanging up, Nancy made sure to add, “Please hurry. The suspect might try to flee.” She snapped her phone shut and turned to her other grandchildren, her voice sharp and commanding.“Make sure she doesn’t
Daniel stood by the upstairs window, a glass of wine in hand, his gaze fixed on Alex, Anastasia, and Antony outside. His posture was casual, but his smirk betrayed the calculated mind of a man waiting for chaos to unfold.He swirled the wine before taking a deep gulp. “I should have known he couldn’t pull it off,” he muttered under his breath.A sudden shout from below caught his attention. “Fuck!” The voice carried up through the house.Daniel smirked again, his amusement turning to irritation as he overheard their heated exchange. “That idiot just keeps running his mouth,” he said aloud, his voice laced with disdain.Moments later, he saw Alex leave the group and head toward the house. Daniel stepped back from the window, his smirk deepening.The house was eerily silent. The partygoers were all outside, basking in the perfect night, oblivious to the brewing storm.“Daniel!” Alex’s voice echoed through the empty halls as he entered.Daniel didn’t respond. The house was vast, a maze o
Inside the boutique, she stepped out of the changing room, her reflection in the mirror catching her eye. The dress hugged her body in all the right places, the rich fabric gleaming under the soft lights. She took a deep breath, adjusting the neckline before stepping out.Daniel, lounging on a stool, barely glanced up at first. His fingers tapped rhythmically on his phone, scrolling through his feed. But as the click of her heels echoed across the tiled floor, his attention snapped to her. His eyes widened, and he slowly set his phone down on the counter.“Wow,” he murmured, rising to his feet. His gaze traveled from her head to toe, lingering appreciatively. “That dress—it’s perfect. You look incredible.”She twirled lightly, letting the hem of the dress flare out. “You think so?” she asked coyly, her lips curling into a small, teasing smile.“Think so?” Daniel took a step closer, his voice lowering. “You look like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine.”His words made her cheek
Daniel cleared his throat, the weight of his words pressing down on him. “I have a confession.” His face shifted into a sombre expression, the gravity of what he was about to say consuming him. He wanted them to believe him, to take him seriously.“Now that our family has united once more,” he continued, pausing for a brief moment as he scanned the faces in the room, “I believe it’s time I come clean to us all.”He bowed slightly, as though remorse for a long-hidden truth overwhelmed him. A silence filled the room. No one spoke. The family members exchanged confused, questioning looks, and for a long beat, no one moved.Then, finally, Daniel spoke again, his voice filled with finality. “I am married.” The words hung in the air like a bomb, detonating a sharp, collective gasp that reverberated throughout the room.“What?” Everyone exclaimed at once, their voices full of disbelief.Daniel was old enough to be married, but everyone knew him as the man who never took relationships serious
Discussing the plan with Nancy, her eyes widened with excitement. “Let’s do it!” she said firmly to Daniel. They exchanged cunning smirks, their resolve evident. Without wasting any time, Nancy picked up her phone and dialled Juliet’s number. “My child,” Nancy began, her voice soft and deliberate, “I need to apologise to everyone—please come to the family villa this evening. Bring your daughter and her husband. I must apologise to them in person.” Her voice trembled, a masterful performance of guilt and sincerity. “Mother, are you serious?” Juliet asked, her tone cautious. “Yes, Juliet. I’ve wronged too many people, and it’s time I made amends,” Nancy replied, her voice almost cracking with emotion. “Alright, Mother. We’ll be there,” Juliet agreed, though scepticism lingered in her voice. Nancy ended the call and turned to Daniel. “Everything is set. Make sure the house is ready. By the end of tonight, the pieces will be where we need them.” Daniel nodded, a sly grin spreading
The first light of morning came like an unwelcome friend. Daniel had not slept throughout the night. He sat in his home bar, thinking about what to say to Antony to convince him to return to Anastasia’s life.He knew that, back in the day, Anastasia was the first to like Antony. Antony, on the other hand, genuinely loved Anastasia. But due to reasons far beyond their control, they could not have a relationship. So convincing him to do something ill-minded against Anastasia might be hard.“What if I told him Anastasia confessed to me again? Though she is married, she wanted out of her marriage?” he thought to himself, then shook his head.“That won’t work!” he muttered, knowing full well that Antony, though unmarried, respected the sanctity of marriage and wouldn’t want to be the devil that destroyed one.Daniel gulped down his glass of wine suddenly. He slowly paced to the glassy wall and stared at the view of the city.“This is harder than I thought,” he said to himself.Suddenly, hi
The atmosphere in the car was suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken grievances.Daniel stared out the window, his face stony, while Nancy kept her gaze fixed ahead, her lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. Beside her, Juliet shifted uncomfortably, casting furtive glances between her mother and Daniel. Anastasia’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles pale against the dark leather.It was silence that screamed. The hum of the engine felt louder than it should, each second stretching unbearably.Finally, Nancy broke the stillness, her voice sharp and laced with disdain. “Are you sure that... poor thing is the president of Sebastian Southlake Corporation?”Anastasia’s grip tightened further, her nails pressing into her palms. The disrespect in Nancy’s tone was a match dangerously close to a powder keg. Anastasia inhaled sharply, her voice bristling with suppressed anger. “You won’t—”“Yes, Mother. He is.” Juliet’s voice sliced through the growing tension,
The urgency in the redhead’s voice stopped Alex in his tracks. Behind him, Anastasia, Johnson, and Juliet halted as well, exchanging cautious glances but staying silent.“Do you promise to get me out of the country?” the redhead pressed, her voice trembling. “Do you promise to keep me alive?”Alex turned slowly, his expression unreadable. Instead of answering, he approached her cell with deliberate steps, the faint echo of his shoes against the cement filling the tense silence. The cold, dimly lit corridor smelled of damp stone and metal, oppressive in its weight.He knelt before the iron bars, gripping one tightly. His knuckles whitened, but his voice was calm. “I’m Alexander Sebastian, president of the Sebastian Southlake Corporation. I have money, influence, and power that extend far beyond this country. If you cooperate and tell me what I need to know, I can ensure your safety.”The redhead hesitated. Her fingers hovered over the bars, then curled around them as if seeking stabilit
Anastasia, Alex, Johnson, and Juliet walked through the cold, sterile hallways of the police station, their faces a mix of determination and unease. They demanded to speak with Nancy and Daniel.The officer on duty hesitated before leading them to the holding cells. The clang of keys echoed, the doors groaning open to reveal Nancy and Daniel sitting on separate benches, eyes full of disdain. Neither rose to greet their visitors.Juliet was the first to speak, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak. She gripped the bars of Nancy's cell tightly. "Mum?" she called softly, her voice cracking. "Why’d you do it?" Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked with Nancy’s, pleading for an answer.Nancy turned her head away, her response nothing more than a groan of indifference.“Mum, please!" Juliet pressed, her voice cracking. "We’re here to help you. Just... tell us why."Nancy said nothing, her stubborn silence sharper than any words.Johnson, stepped forward, resting a cal