The rain was pouring heavily that night, drumming against the streets and rooftops with relentless force. A young man, his stylish hair plastered to his forehead, sprinted through the downpour, the rain soaking him to the bone. His old clothes clung to him, weighed down by the water as he ran towards the gate of the big house across the street. The rain was merciless, pounding against his back, the cold seeping into his skin as he shivered slightly. Reaching the large black gate, he knocked hard, the sound barely audible over the storm. He knocked again, louder this time, desperation creeping into his voice as he called out, "Come and open the gate! The rain is beating me—hurry up!” From the other side, a voice responded, gruff but amused, "Who wants to break the gate?" The gate creaked open, and the security guard peered out. "Oh, it's you," he said, recognizing the drenched figure. The young man didn’t wait for further conversation. He rushed through the gate, water splashing off him as he passed the guard. In the compound, under a white canopy, a sleek and elegant car—a lady’s car—was parked, its glossy surface untouched by the rain. Ignoring everything around him, the young man hurried to the door of the house, throwing it open and stepping inside the warmth of the living hall. He stripped off his rain-soaked shirt, leaving him in just his singlet, and squeezed the water from the shirt into a nearby bucket. He then hung the shirt carefully before taking a deep, steady breath. Without wasting time, he turned and began climbing the stairs. As he ascended, he heard the sound of loud music seeping through the door at the top. "It's raining this late, and she's playing music this loud?" he muttered, shaking his head. Reaching the door, he knocked firmly. "Sophia, please open," he called, his voice edged with impatience. But there was no response. Frowning, he knocked again, repeating, "Sophia, open the door." Silence greeted him once more, and frustration crept into his expression. Without thinking much, he twisted the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked. The door clicked open easily, and he stepped inside. Wow!” The sight that greeted him made him freeze in place, his heart skipping a beat. His mind raced to process what he was seeing. On the bed was a stunning lady, older than him but undeniably captivating. Wrapped in a towel, her exposed thighs were an alluring distraction. This was Sophia Bennett—his girlfriend. "Elijah?" Sophia’s eyes widened in shock as she scrambled to pull the duvet over her body, trying to cover herself completely. Elijah gulped, his throat suddenly dry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he stammered. "I knocked, but you didn’t reply." He quickly turned around, intent on leaving to give her space to dress, but something caught his eye, making him stop in his tracks. He spun back around, and the sight before him made his blood run cold. From the bathroom, a man emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist, his bare chest still damp, water glistening on his skin. Elijah’s body shivered involuntarily, and he took a step back. His mind struggled to catch up with the image before him. The man—he’d seen him before, dozens of times, sitting with Sophia, talking business. Elijah blinked, trying to push the thought away, but it lodged itself in his chest, heavy and suffocating. This wasn’t business. "You?" Elijah’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked back and forth between Sophia and the man. His breath quickened, his confusion growing with each passing second. His gaze locked on Sophia, then darted to the man before returning to her. "S-Sophia?" Elijah stammered, his voice thick with hurt and shock. "Him? What the hell is going on here?" He stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest, waiting for an explanation. Sophia held her head in her hands, looking utterly lost for words. She stood up, the duvet wrapped tightly around her. "Elijah, go out... I'll explain everything to you later," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Huh?" Elijah shook his head, his face a mix of disbelief and frustration. He took a step forward, his voice rising. "What are you saying, Sophia? Go out? Explain later?" He pointed sharply at the man standing in the room. "Didn't you say Mr. Damian was your business partner every time I came back and found him here?" His eyes narrowed as he turned to Damian, his voice laced with anger and confusion. "Mr. Damian, you know I respect you. Didn’t you both tell me that you were business partners? So what the hell are you doing here like this? Explain!” Sophia snapped, her voice breaking the tension in the room as she yelled, "I said go out, Elijah! I'll explain!" Elijah's face twisted with a mixture of anger and hurt, his voice rising as he yelled back. "You must think I'm a clown, right? Explain what the hell to me, Sophia!" His chest heaved, the betrayal cutting deep. "You expect me to walk out and wait while you sit here with him like this?” Damian smirked, stepping closer, his posture relaxed. "We had sex, Elijah. So many times. We had fun—yes, so what, kid?" He moved closer, his eyes narrowing as he stared Elijah down. "What are you going to do? Beat me?" To him, Elijah was just a naïve kid, hopelessly in love with a woman out of his league. “You’re so blind, Elijah,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You really thought you stood a chance against me?” Without warning, Damian shoved Elijah hard, causing him to stumble back. Elijah’s breath hitched as he steadied himself. Elijah looked at Sophia, his eyes filled with disbelief and betrayal. Pain surged through his chest, spreading like wildfire, threatening to choke him. His heart felt heavy, as if it might shatter into pieces right there. How could she do this to him? The woman he trusted, the woman he loved. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he felt like crying—tears of frustration and heartbreak welling up behind his eyes. "How could you do this to me, Sophia?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. How many nights had he trusted Sophia’s explanation? "What did I do wrong to be treated this way?” Sophia's face twisted with disdain as she glared at Elijah. "Shut up, Elijah," she spat, her voice cold and cutting. "You disgust me so much." She crossed her arms, her eyes hard as she continued. "You walk around acting like this innocent, perfect guy, but you're so... pathetic. Always chasing after me, always trying to please me, like some lovesick puppy. It’s suffocating! Do you even realize how weak you look?" She shook her head, her words dripping with contempt. "You think just because you're nice, because you're *there*, that makes you worthy of me? It’s pathetic, Elijah. You’ve disgusted me for so long, and you were too blind to even notice.”
Elijah felt a sharp pain pierce his heart as Sophia’s words sank in. His face tightened with disbelief and anguish. "I disgust you? How, Sophia? Didn’t I try my best to do everything you requested?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and hurt.Sophia scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Requested? Try hard my foot. Are you the one taking care of me, or am I the one taking care of you, Elijah? Bold of you to think I'm in love with you." She sneered, her words biting. "I'm 25, and you're just 20. You're a kid, Elijah. Do you think I would ever be proud to point to a low, poor kid like you and call you my boyfriend? I'd be ashamed."Elijah stood there, stunned, each word cutting deeper than the last. He had known he was younger than Sophia, but he thought they had loved each other. After all, they had been dating for months, and she kept telling him his age never mattered—didn't that mean something? How she was keeping herself till they got married first. Wasnt that also somet
Elijah’s eyes darkened with frustration and anger, his chest tightening as Sophia’s words cut deeper. “I got some of those with my money too, Sophia! You can’t just take everything away from me!” he argued, his voice rising in anger. “You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t take. I worked hard for what little I have!”But before he could say more, Damian stepped forward, his presence looming large as he towered over Elijah. With a smug grin, he placed a hand on Elijah’s chest and pushed him back. "Watch your tone, kid," Damian warned, his voice low and menacing. "You want to argue with her, you argue with me first. And trust me, you don’t want that." His eyes narrowed, his threat clear as he glared at Elijah.Elijah’s eyes filled with pain as he looked past Damian, locking his gaze on Sophia. His voice trembled,“Sophia, after everything we’ve been through, this is how you treat me? Like trash? Like I never mattered to you?”He took a shaky breath, his heart aching with betraya
Elijah hesitated for a moment, staring at the foreign number on the screen. Something about it felt off, but curiosity got the better of him. Slowly, he pressed the "answer" button and brought the phone to his ear."Hello?" he said, his voice wary.Almost immediately, a deep voice on the other end responded. "Hello, Elijah."Elijah frowned. "Who’s this?" he asked, a mix of confusion and irritation in his tone.There was a brief silence, just a few seconds, but it felt much longer. Then the voice spoke again, calm and deliberate. "Happy Birthday, Elijah."Elijah froze, his heart skipping a beat. "Happy Birthday?" he echoed, shock washing over him. "How do you know my name?" His mind raced—what birthday? He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in years, not since everything fell apart.The voice on the other end continued, as if it hadn't heard his confusion. "Happy 21st birthday, son. Daddy and Mommy wish you the best in life.”The voice on the other end continued, as if it hadn't heard his
The screen came to life. Gasp!Elijah’s breath caught. There he was—a man in his late forties, maybe early fifties, sitting in a luxurious steady room. His sharp features were unmistakable. The room behind Marcus Steel was lined with bookshelves filled with leather-bound books. A golden desk sat in the background, papers neatly stacked—everything about him screamed authority and control. And yet, there was something gentle in the way he smiled, as though he held the entire world at his fingertips.The high cheekbones, the piercing green eyes, and the streaks of silver in his neatly combed hair matched every image Elijah had seen in magazines and on TV. But there was something more personal in the way he looked at Elijah now—something almost... familiar.Seeing that the man on his screen was actually the same as General Marcus Steel he had always saluted, his heart raced, and he felt his entire body tense up. A million thoughts swirled in his head: Was this real? Could he actually be
“Of course,” the General replied, his tone earnest. “You’re my son, and I want to make sure you have everything you need. It’s time you lived a life free of worry. Just let me know how you’d like it transferred.” Elijah’s breath caught in his throat. "Can I mention my account number to you then?" he asked quickly, his heart pounding with anticipation. The General chuckled lightly. "Your bank account will freeze if you get such a large sum at once. I assume you have a crypto USDT account, right?" Elijah nodded immediately. He had one, though it was empty—something he’d never really given much thought to. "Yes, I do," he replied, his voice shaky. "Good. Now, give me the details," the General instructed. Elijah fumbled with his phone, his hands trembling as he went through the app to find his USDT wallet address. His mind raced, barely believing what was happening. Once he had the long string of numbers, he carefully typed it out, gulping as he hit send. He stared at his screen, w
As the car began moving, Elijah pulled out his phone, excitement coursing through his veins. He opened his app and quickly transferred $100,000 from his USDT wallet into his bank account. As soon as the transaction was completed, he saw the balance update on his banking app. His bank account had never felt this heavy before. The sight of six figures sitting comfortably in his account made his heart race. The driver glanced through the rearview mirror, his brow furrowing as he studied Elijah. “Young man, which hotel exactly do you want me to send you to?” he asked Elijah leaned forward slightly. “Just send me to any. Something of luxury,” he said, his tone casual. The driver gave a soft chuckle, eyeing Elijah’s appearance again. “Luxury, huh? Why’re you heading to a place like that? No offense, kid, but you don’t look like someone who can afford a night in one of those places.” Elijah’s lips curled into a small smile, the weight of his recent fortune settling in. “I want
Both Elijah and the guard turned toward the sound, startled. Standing there was a man, probably in his late forties. He wore see-through shades that revealed piercing eyes beneath, his physique still fit and impressive. A glint of metal caught Elijah’s eye, and he noticed an expensive watch around the man’s wrist. Elijah’s heart skipped a beat in recognition—Jason Caldwell. Or, as most people called him, Jay Caldwell. He was one of the city’s most respected businessmen, the CEO of its largest construction company. Seeing him up close was a rare moment, leaving Elijah thinking if Mr Cadwell was the owner of the hotel. "Mr... Mr... Mr. Jason!" The guard stammered, quickly letting go of Elijah’s clothes, his stern expression replaced by an awkward, forced smile. Without even glancing at Elijah, Jay turned to the guard, his voice sharp. "What’s going on here? Why are you holding him like that?” The guard straightened, scrambling to justify himself. "Sir, this young man here.
Elijah glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed he had just about 25 minutes left before his birthday, just as his dad had mentioned. The realization sent a surge of excitement through him as he turned back to the receptionist. "Yes, that’s right. I’ve heard great things about it—stunning views, a private jacuzzi, a private terrace,” he repeated confidently, refusing to let anyone doubt him.The receptionist’s face tightened as she glanced at the well-dressed couple nearby, who were watching the interaction with growing interest. Clearly annoyed, she forced herself to stay calm. "Um, sir, the penthouse suite is quite expensive," she said, raising an eyebrow, as though challenging him.The young lady beside the man turned to him with a slight pout, wrapping her arm around his neck. “Darling, why not book the penthouse for us?” she suggested sweetly, casting a dismissive glance at Elijah.The man hesitated, eyeing Elijah skeptically. "Hmm, why not another room, since he says he wa