As Sierra finished her song, she glanced down at the comments, hoping to see another message from FlibbityBoo. Her smile faltered just slightly when she noticed that he was no longer watching the live. A small pang of disappointment hit her—she had hoped he would stay long enough for her to thank him properly or maybe chat a bit more. Still, she couldn’t help but beam with joy over the incredible support he had shown.Turning back to the screen, she spoke to her audience, her voice full of excitement. “Wow, I honestly can’t believe tonight! FlibbityBoo, if you’re still watching somehow, thank you again. You really made my night—no, you made my whole week!”….Elijah checked the time on his phone—it had already been 25 minutes, and he was starting to feel his stomach rumble. He was just about to lay down on the bed to wait a little longer when the doorbell suddenly rang."They’re here already?" he murmured, pleasantly surprised. He quickly walked over to the door, expecting to see a t
The woman looked down and gently placed a hand on her daughter’s head. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir. She’s my daughter. She wanted to come along, but if this is a disturbance, I can send her back…” “No, no,” Elijah quickly shook his head with a reassuring smile. Then, he crouched a bit to speak to the little girl directly. “Hey there, little one. It’s almost one in the morning—shouldn’t you be asleep by now? Don’t you have school tomorrow?” The young girl looked up at her mother for a moment, then back at Elijah, her tiny voice both sweet and determined as she replied, “I already had enough sleep.” Her voice was adorable, and it made Elijah chuckle. He nodded approvingly, amused by her steady answer. “Alright, then. You’re a tough one.” With a welcoming gesture, he invited everyone in. They made their way to the terrace. When they reached the terrace, the woman looked up at Elijah with a friendly smile. “What’s your name, sir?” Elijah returned her smile warmly. “I’m Elijah Westbr
Lily nodded enthusiastically, clasping her little hands together. “Thank you, Uncle Elijah!” she said, her voice filled with pure joy.Elijah then pulled out his phone and transferred the entire amount needed for Lily’s school fees, plus an extra sum for them to buy her a special gift. He turned to Lily with a smile. “Guess what? I sent your mom some money to get you a teddy bear.”Overjoyed, Lily wrapped her tiny arms around Elijah in a hug, her happiness almost contagious. The woman thanked Elijah profusely, her eyes wet with gratitude, and together, she and Lily slowly made their way out, glancing back at him one last time with looks of deep appreciation.As Elijah opened each dish, he was greeted by an impressive display that looked almost too beautiful to eat. The seafood platter gleamed with vibrant colors—lobster tails, juicy shrimp, and delicate scallops, all arranged over a bed of ice and garnished with slices of lemon and sprigs of fresh herbs. Beside it was a plate of per
Sierra shrugged lightly. “I don’t know, Dad. It’s just an anonymous account—no profile picture, no bio, just some random username. But whoever they are, they were generous tonight.”Her father’s frown deepened as he listened, concern etched into his expression. “Sierra, you need to be cautious. You have no idea who’s on the other side of that screen, or why they’re doing this. People don’t just hand out money for no reason. It’s not normal.”Her mother chimed in gently, “Your father’s just looking out for you, honey. It’s wonderful you had someone supportive tonight, but…just keep your guard up.”Sierra nodded, though a hint of frustration lingered. She understood her father’s concerns, but tonight had felt special. “I’ll be careful, Dad, I promise.”Elijah finished his food then his drink, savoring the last sip with a contented smile. Tonight felt like a new start, and he was truly happy for himself. Setting down the empty glass, he stretched, feeling the satisfaction of the incredib
Soon, Elijah’s breakfast was delivered—a delicious spread just as elaborate as his dinner the night before. He savored each bite, taking his time as he soaked in this rare taste of luxury. Once he was done, he tidied up, making sure his outfit was just right, then left his room looking well-dressed and confident.As Elijah approached the reception desk, the receptionist’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback by his transformation. Gone was the man in casual, rumpled clothes; now he stood before her, well-dressed, exuding confidence with a polished look that highlighted his striking features.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted with newfound respect, almost surprised by her own tone. "Did you enjoy your stay in the penthousesuite? And—oh, I see the clothes suited you perfectly.”Elijah nodded, a slight smile on his face. “Yes, thank you. It was a great experience.”The receptionist beamed, clearly relieved that he was satisfied.Elijah glanced at the receptionist, nodding appreciatively. "T
The driver noticed him and pulled over to the curb. Elijah stepped forward to talk to the driver when he caught sight of someone sitting in the back seat—a passenger. His eyes widened slightly, taking in her striking appearance. She was a stunning, thick woman with a confident air, her figure gracefully filling out the curves of her fitted dress.Elijah froze for a moment, his gaze locked on the woman in the back seat. It took him a second to fully register who he was seeing—Sierra Lane, the TikToker he'd watched on live the night before, the very one he’d sent money to on a whim. Seeing her in person now, looking even more stunning than on screen, left him momentarily speechless.He couldn't believe the coincidence. Out of all the cabs he could’ve flagged down, it had to be this one. Part of him wondered if he should say something, if she’d recognize him, but he quickly realized she’d have no idea who he was.Elijah leaned forward slightly, telling the driver his destination and list
Meanwhile, as Sierra arrived on campus, she barely had time to adjust her bag over her shoulder before a crowd of students suddenly surrounded her. Startled, she paused, glancing around at the familiar faces, all wearing curious or eager expressions. Sierra was no stranger to attention—she was famous across New Ember University, not just for her rising popularity on TikTok but also for being one of the most admired girls on campus. She had her share of admirers, people crushing on her, and even envious glances.But this was different; she wasn’t expecting a swarm like this. Her eyebrows raised in confusion as she wondered what was going on.“Sierra!” one of them called out, grinning. “We were watching your live yesterday—who’s that person who gave you all those gifts?”Sierra blinked, realization dawning on her. Oh… right. She’d almost forgotten that plenty of her classmates would have been tuning into her live stream, eagerly watching every moment.Clearing her throat, she tried to
At the same time, the cab stopped at the designated area, and Elijah stepped out, paying for both his and Sierra's fare before heading toward the popular big show center where cars were on display.The place was like a modern, upscale mall. In the center, there was a spacious showroom area, where three cars were placed prominently on display, each one drawing attention from the crowd gathered around them. The atmosphere was a mix of luxury and excitement, with people admiring the cars, chatting, and some even taking pictures.Elijah's eyes were immediately drawn to the three cars. The first was a Tesla Model S, a sleek, futuristic electric car with a shiny black exterior, drawing crowds who were impressed by its tech features and advanced design. Beside it, a BMW M5 gleamed with a sophisticated silver finish. Lastly, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class stood elegantly in a deep metallic blue, exuding luxury and comfort, with its plush interiors and innovative features.A salesman was standing be
The house wasn’t bare anymore. It was... alive.He wandered into the kitchen, where shiny new utensils were neatly arranged. Foodstuff lined the shelves, and a delicious aroma wafted through the air. Curious, he lifted the lid of a pot on the stove to find perfectly cooked jollof rice. Beside it, there was a separate pot of stew and a tray of meat.“Damn,” he muttered, impressed, before moving on.The fridge had been brought in and stocked with bottled water and an assortment of drinks. Even the wine bar was arranged with a selection of wines, most of which had low alcohol content. He inspected everything—plates, glasses, and small touches that made the space feel like a home.He returned to the living room, glancing at Sierra with a soft smile. She’d done all this. Kneeling beside her, he murmured, “You must be tired,” and gently reached out to touch her cheek.Before his hand made contact, Sierra yawned and stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked, startled by the pair of eyes
Meanwhile, Sophia was still happily talking to Damian when they saw Laura walk over. As Laura approached, her expression was cold and filled with restrained anger. She locked eyes with Sophia, who returned the look with equal disdain. For a moment, the tension between the two women hung thick in the air.Damian glanced between them and frowned. "Laura, I thought you should be working. What do you want here?"Laura took a deep breath, standing her ground. "Boss Damian, I need to discuss something important with you.”Damian crossed his arms. "What is it?"Laura hesitated, her eyes flicking to Sophia. "With you and me only. Not her."Sophia raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms smugly, while Damian shook his head. "You can say whatever you need to right here. Sophia isn’t going anywhere."Laura clenched her fists at her sides but managed to keep her composure. "Fine," she said, lifting her chin. "I want to talk about the promotion. I believe there’s been a mistake.”Sophia frowned heari
The room erupted into a mix of applause and astonishment, with several workers looking at each other in surprise. Sophia, standing among them, froze for a moment, her heart racing although she was aware she was the one to be promoted. She felt dozens of eyes turning to her.Damian extended his hand toward her and said warmly, "Miss Bennett, please step on stage.”Sophia inhaled deeply, smoothing her already pristine office wear as she walked forward. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, and the applause grew louder. As she reached the stage, she turned to face the crowd.Damian gestured for her to stand beside him. "Ladies and gentlemen, this promotion is not just a reward but a reflection of consistent effort and excellence. Congratulations, Miss Bennett."Sophia nodded politely, her lips curving into a gracious smile as she acknowledged the crowd. "Thank you," she said, her voice clear and steadyAs Sophia stood on stage, basking in the applause, the murmurs among the worke
The men remained silent, their shame deepening under Victor's harsh words. One of them finally stammered, "S-Sir, we tried our best, but that man... he wasn’t ordinary. His men... they were like machines—""Enough!" Victor roared, slamming his hand on the armrest, making some of the men flinch. "Excuses don’t interest me. You’ve embarrassed me and my son!"Daniel stopped pacing, his face twisted with fury. "They’re pathetic, Father. I told you they were useless! Elijah humiliated me in front of everyone, and these fools couldn’t even defend me!”Victor leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening. "I underestimated this person," he said, his voice low and calculating. He turned his gaze back to the kneeling men. "Get out of my sight. I’ll deal with your incompetence later.”“Sir,” one of them began, clutching his injured shoulder, “we… we need some money to treat our injuries.”Lawrence’s expression darkened, and without a word, he rose from his seat, the golden necklace around
"Save it!" Daniel interrupted, pacing back and forth as his anger boiled over. "You think this is minor? Do you know how badly this has gone? Do you know how humiliated I am?! You're the one who sent men and now look! It's a disaster!”The bystanders who hadn’t already dispersed began whispering amongst themselves, their curiosity growing at Daniel’s outburst. Daniel’s father sighed heavily on the other end of the call. "Listen to me, Daniel. Don’t make things worse for yourself. Leave the place now.""But Dad—!" Daniel began, his voice shaking with frustration."Enough!" his father interrupted, his voice sharp and commanding. "I’ll send someone to pick up those ten useless men you hired. They’re of no use to you now. Just leave before you embarrass yourself further."Daniel gritted his teeth, but he couldn’t argue with his father’s authority. "Fine," he muttered, though his tone was far from calm."And as for this Elijah," his father continued, his voice colder now, "don’t worry abo
Minutes later, Sierra walked out of the fitting room, and Elijah’s attention immediately shifted to her. The dress she had chosen fit her perfectly, its simplicity complementing her natural beauty. She adjusted the hem slightly, brushing a hand down the fabric as if to get used to the feel of it. Elijah’s lips curled into a subtle smile as he watched her approach. “Looks good on you,” he said sincerely. Sierra glanced at him, her expression soft but slightly self-conscious. “It’s just a dress,” she muttered, trying to downplay it, though a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. Brandon, still standing at the counter, looked at Sierra and then at Elijah, visibly holding back his words. It was clear he hadn’t expected Sierra to actually leave the fitting room with a new dress that had been paid for. Elijah picked up the bags of clothes and sneakers, holding them effortlessly. “Ready to go?” he asked Sierra casually, as though the tension in the air from earlier didn’t exist. She nodded,
As Elijah reached the counter, he immediately recognized Brandon. His lips curled into a light smile, and he greeted politely, “Good afternoon.”Brandon, however, wasn’t having it. He crossed his arms and frowned deeper. “What do you want, please?” he asked with obvious irritation in his tone.Sierra noticed the hostility immediately, her brows furrowing. “Is that how you frown and speak to customers?” she questioned sharply, her voice carrying an edge.Brandon shot her a glare, clearly unbothered. “Customers?” he scoffed. “He came here yesterday and lied about buying clothes. After picking out $28,000 worth of items, he didn’t even have the money to pay. I’m yet to hang them back!” Brandon’s voice dripped with condescension as he turned his eyes back to Elijah. “Did you come to waste my time again?”Before Brandon could continue, Elijah cut in calmly, “Yesterday, there was a fault with my bank. Don’t worry, everything is working now. The clothes are still available, right? Just hand
The head of staff hesitated, still processing what had happened. "Uh... I—I think it’s around $15,000, sir. That includes the tables, chairs, glassware, and a few damaged fixtures."Elijah nodded and looked back at Daniel, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You heard her. Fifteen thousand dollars. Pay it now."Daniel’s face flushed red with anger and humiliation. "Fifteen thousand? Do you have any idea who I am? Why should I pay—"Slap!Elijah delivered a sharp slap to Daniel’s face, cutting him off. The crowd gasped, and even Sierra flinched slightly. Elijah’s voice was low but firm. "I’m not asking. You caused the damage, and you’ll pay for it. Or do you want me to call my men back to convince you?"Daniel swallowed hard, his fear evident. His hands trembled as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He opened a payment app and shakily asked the head of staff for the restaurant’s account details.The head of staff quickly provided them, and within moments, the transaction wa
Elijah’s cold gaze settled on the four remaining suited men. His tone was calm but carried an edge of command as he spoke. "Join him. All of you. Take those seven down together. I want to hear screams. Break their bones… and do it well."The suited men nodded sharply, no hesitation in their movements. One of them smirked, cracking his knuckles. “It’ll be over before you know it, Master Elijah.”Without another word, the five men advanced like predators closing in on prey.The seven men with weapons, now visibly shaking, tried to stand their ground. “Come on! We’re not scared of you!” one shouted, though his voice cracked.The air erupted into chaos as the suited men reached them. Screams pierced the evening, echoing through the area.“No! Please—ARGH!” one of the seven howled as his arm was twisted unnaturally, the sickening crack of bone splitting the air. Blood spattered the ground as another man tried to swing his bat, only to have it ripped from his hands and shattered across his