2024-10-31 08:11:26Elijah 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 confusion. "Happy 21st birthday, son. Daddy and Mommy wish you the best in life." Gasp! Elijah’s entire body tensed, his mind reeling. His dad? His mom? How was this possible? He had grown up as an orphan, believing his parents were dead. His head started spinning, and he had to steady himself on a nearby lamppost as the rain pattered softly around him. His pulse quickened, and his breathing grew shallow. Anger flared in his chest, his confusion giving way to suspicion. This has to be a scam, he thought, tightening his grip on the phone. "Whoever you are," Elijah said, his voice shaking, "this is not my birthday. And my parents are dead. Don’t call me again with your scam!" His heart pounded, and he clenched his jaw, ready to hang up as anger surged through him. “Hold on, hold on, son,” the voice said urgently, cutting through Elijah’s anger. “I know you must be mad at me, but please, just hold on.” Elijah’s heart was racing, his grip on the phone tightening as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. “Who are you? Which son?” He demanded, his voice sharp. His head was still spinning, and the rain wasn’t helping. This had to be some cruel trick, a sick joke. “I called to wish you a birthday, Elijah,” the voice said calmly, almost as if explaining something simple. “The limit we set for you is finally up since you’re now 21. Is your birthday not on the 5th of October? Kindly confirm the date and month.” Elijah’s throat tightened, and he found himself swallowing hard. What the hell is going on? His thoughts were a mess, but his chest tightened as the man’s words sank in. That date... it was indeed his birthdate. But how could this stranger know? His pulse quickened as he croaked out, “Yes… it’s my birthdate. So what?” His voice was edged with frustration, but beneath it all, a creeping fear was settling in. How could someone know something so personal? "I understand," the voice continued, calm and certain. "Check your date. It’s probably still the 4th there, a few hours more to the 5th. But you know, in the United States, with the different time zone, it’s already the 5th here—12 a.m. It’s your birthday, Elijah." Elijah’s heart skipped a beat as he quickly pulled out his phone, checking the date. Sure enough, it was still the 4th, only a few hours until midnight. He hadn’t even realized he was that close to turning 21. For a moment, he stood frozen in disbelief. "You... yo... you, who are you?" Elijah’s voice wavered as the question tumbled out. "I’m your dad, son," the voice replied, deep and steady. "My... my dad?" Elijah stammered, his heart racing. "You must be joking, right? What’s your name?" "Marcus Steel," the voice replied, this time deeper, more resonant. Elijah frowned. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it right away. His eyes wandered, trying to remember why the name sounded familiar, until they landed back on the posters he had just seen moments earlier. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the name again: General Marcus Steel. His body trembled slightly as the realization began to settle in. "Which Marcus Steel?" Elijah asked, his voice now quieter, more fearful. "There's only one Marcus Steel, and it's me, your dad, son. General Marcus Steel." Boom!” It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. Elijah’s body weakened instantly, his knees nearly giving out as he clung to the nearby pole for support. His mind raced, spinning in a whirlwind of disbelief and confusion. General Marcus Steel? The name echoed in his head, louder and louder. Even though Elijah had never personally known much about General Marcus Steel, he had always heard the stories. Everyone had. Marcus Steel was not just a general—he was one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the United States. His influence stretched far, his name carried weight, and here Elijah was, receiving a call from someone claiming to be him—claiming to be his father. Elijah felt dizzy and overwhelmed. His breath quickened. He had spent his life thinking he was an orphan, barely scraping by, saluting this powerful man’s picture out of respect. And now? Now, this stranger claimed that they were blood? It felt impossible. Unbelievable. He gripped the phone tightly, his mind still reeling, but he managed to compose himself. “Hey, which fraud are you?” His voice was sharper now, laced with anger. “Which General Marcus Steel are you claiming to be?” There was a brief pause before the voice responded, calm and unbothered. “Look around you, Elijah. Are there no posters of me around, son? That’s me.” Elijah’s heart raced as he glanced again at the posters, but the absurdity of it all hit him. Despite the shock, he let out a bitter laugh. “Do you think I’m a fool? You guessed my birthday, lied about being my dad when I’m an orphan, and now you’re claiming to be General Marcus Steel? The well-known general? The richest man in the U.S.? Haha! If you were him, then I’m also God,” he spat out angrily, his voice trembling with emotion. There was a long sigh on the other end of the line, and the voice softened. “I knew it was going to be hard for you to believe, Elijah. What do you want me to do, son? Tell me.” “Switch to FaceTime,” Elijah shot back, his frustration boiling over. “Let me see your fraud face.” A moment later, the call switched; it was on FaceTime.
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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
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“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
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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... he's a thief! I caught him trying to break into one of the parked cars." Elijah’s mouth opened in protest, but he held back, curious to see how Jay would respond. Jason’s gaze narrowed as he looked Elijah over, his expression of doubt and curiosity. “Young man, who are you? You dare to walk into a hotel like this, trying to steal?” His eyes trailed over Elijah’s worn, wet clothes, lingering on the muddy shoes. Elijah met Jason’s gaze, sensing the respect he had for this man and pushing him to respond calmly. “I’m here to book a room and spend the night, sir. I was only admiring the cars, and then he ran over with his accusations.” He nodded toward the security guard. “Ask him if I was actually doing anything suspicious.” Jason paused, studying Elijah, then a
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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
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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
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"I promise I'm not selling," Betty said, raising her hands in defense. "I'm giving them to that lady and her boyfriend who sit behind us in class. They asked me for them."Sierra nodded. "Okay, you can take them."Betty smiled. "Thank you."As she tucked the invitations into her bag, Sierra leaned back with a thoughtful expression. "After the event, I'm planning to buy a car.”"A car?" Betty's interest piqued instantly.Sierra nodded. "Yeah. I talked to Elijah about it. I was supposed to go with him to check out options, but now... our conversation has kind of limited. I think he's still mad at me."Betty sighed. "Give him a bit of time. Maybe tomorrow at the event, you could talk to him or something."Sierra nodded. "I will."And just like that, time moved forward, and soon, the next day arrived—the day of the grand event.After waking up, Elijah checked his time before grabbing his phone, scrolling through it for a while. Eventually, he got down from his bed and headed to the washro
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"Brother… this is your car?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.Elijah nodded casually. "Yes. Get in.”Felix swallowed hard, staring at the expensive SUV once more before finally opening the door and slipping inside. The interior was just as breathtaking—plush leather seats, a state-of-the-art dashboard, and the scent of pure luxury.Elijah got into the driver’s seat, adjusting himself as Felix sat stiffly beside him."Brother, I swear if you carry me along and help me out, I'll be loyal forever and ever," Felix said, his voice filled with raw sincerity. "I promise."Elijah smirked, glancing at him. "We'll see."Then, as he started the engine, he asked, "Have you eaten anything?"Felix shook his head quickly. "No, I'm even hungry.”After leaving the store, Elijah drove the car to a high-end restaurant. Once they arrived, he parked the vehicle and led Felix inside. As they settled into a comfortable booth, Elijah turned to his friend and asked, “What are you going to eat today?”Fel
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Felix stared at Elijah in disbelief. "You'll help me?" His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he couldn’t believe his own ears.Elijah nodded. "So far as you'll be loyal."Felix’s eyes lit up instantly. "Ah! I swear, I'll be loyal to you. If you say stand, I'll stand. If you say sit, I'll sit. Even if you ask me to kill, I'll kill."Elijah chuckled, shaking his head. "No killing. Just loyalty." He gave Felix a once-over and sighed. "You know what? Your clothes aren’t looking good. Pick some nice ones, then let’s get some shoes too. After that, I’ll take you to my place so you can shower.”Felix’s face broke into a huge grin, his hands clasped together as he nodded. "Thank you, brother. Thank you so much!"Elijah gave a small nod, then asked, "Where do you stay?"At that, Felix scratched his head awkwardly, avoiding Elijah’s gaze. "I don’t really have a place… I just sleep in uncompleted buildings, wherever I can find."Elijah's expression shifted. He couldn't help but feel a twin
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