Ethan stood in the lavish living room, the weight of the golden bank card pressing against his palm.
His mind was a whirlwind of questions, the biggest being Who is Lisa Barrett?
His future was now tied to a woman he knew nothing about, and though the thought of her stirred a flicker of curiosity—Was she beautiful? Kind? Spoiled?—his gaze shifted back to the bank card.
Money, he thought. Money changes everything.
The memory of endless humiliation, the constant weight of struggling just to get by, flashed through his mind.
All those times he’d been belittled and beaten down, just because he wasn’t rich.
Now, he held the power to change it.
Just as Ethan was about to ask his father more, his father’s phone rang.
Ethan’s father’s expression changed, a flash of urgency in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, son. There’s an emergency I have to attend to,” his father said, his voice quick and businesslike. “For now, you’re free to do whatever you want.”
Ethan watched his father disappear through the grand doors, the sound of his hurried steps echoing in the vast hallway.
Ethan looked down at the bank card, feeling a surge of determination.
“I’ll go to the bank,” he muttered to himself. “I’ll get some cash… it’s time to finally live.”
"But how..."
"If I may, young master," Steve's voice startled him. The butler wore a knowing smile.
"Your transportation has already been arranged."
Ethan scratched his head, a bit sheepish. “But… I don’t exactly have a license.”
“No problem,” Steve replied, waving for Ethan to follow.
They stepped outside to the gleaming driveway, where Ethan’s eyes widened as Steve unveiled a sleek scooter.
“This is for you, sir,” Steve said with pride.
“A scooter?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, surprised.
Steve’s grin widened.
“Not just any scooter, Master Ethan. This one is custom-made from carbon fiber, designed by one of the top car manufacturers. It’s worth… well, around a hundred thousand dollars.”
Ethan stared at the scooter, speechless.
The thought of a hundred thousand dollars was beyond him.
“My father spent that much… on a scooter?” He shook his head, trying to comprehend.
Only yesterday, he’d agonized over spending ten dollars on a meal.
“Your father wanted you to have something special. It’s yours now,” Steve said, handing him an engraved helmet with Ethan’s name carefully carved on the side.
Ethan accepted it, still half in shock, and managed a grateful smile. “Thanks, Steve.”
He strapped on the helmet, climbed onto the scooter, and started the engine, feeling its smooth hum beneath him.
As he rode toward the bank, the cool wind against his face, he felt a new sense of freedom.
This is my life now.
As he pulled into the bank’s parking lot, he parked the scooter carefully near the entrance and took a moment to look at it.
The thought of what it represented—the power, the freedom—sent a thrill through him.
He took a deep breath, pocketed the bank card, and strode toward the entrance.
But just as he was about to push open the glass doors, a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He turned to see a security guard, his arms crossed, looking him up and down with a sneer.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the guard demanded, his voice laced with disdain.
Ethan blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… inside? To withdraw money.”
The guard snorted, giving Ethan’s casual attire a contemptuous once-over. “We don’t allow beggars in here.”
The words hit Ethan like a slap. Beggars? It was a term he’d heard too many times, always from people who looked down on him.
The familiar sting of humiliation threatened to surface, but Ethan kept his composure. “I’m not a beggar,” he replied firmly. “I have an account here.”
The guard scoffed, unimpressed. “Yeah, sure you do. Look, kid, we get people like you all the time. This is a private bank, alright? Take this.”
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled one-dollar bill, and shoved it toward Ethan. “Here. Take it and move along.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he refused the bill. “I’m not here for your charity. I came to make a withdrawal.”The guard snorted, pulling back the ten dollars and pocketing it with exaggerated slowness. “Right. Then maybe try the ATM outside, buddy.”Ethan’s lips curled into a tight smile as he met the guard’s gaze head-on. “And what if I told you I’m here to withdraw one million dollars?”For a moment, the guard looked taken aback, then burst into laughter that drew the attention of a few onlookers. “One million?” he repeated, struggling to contain his amusement. “You’re joking, right?”Ethan’s expression remained calm, but there was fire in his eyes. “Is there a reason why that’s so hard for you to believe?”The guard snorted, his laughter bordering on scorn. “Because I saw you pull up on that rusty scooter outside,” he replied, his voice dripping with condescension. “One million dollars? That’s a good one. Do you think we’re all idiots here?”Ethan’s face reddened, and he coul
CHAPTER 8The guard stood there, still rubbing his reddened cheek, staring at the manager in shock and confusion. “Sir… why did you slap me? He’s just some nobody on a cheap scooter bike!”The manager’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening with each word. He glanced out the glass doors at the sleek, streamlined scooter parked outside. Then, without warning, he delivered another stinging slap to the guard’s face.“Are you blind, or just incredibly stupid?” the manager snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. “That ‘cheap scooter’ you’re so eager to mock is made of carbon fiber! Do you have any idea what that means?”The guard’s eyes went wide, struggling to grasp the manager’s words. “Carbon fiber?” he echoed, his voice faint.“Yes, carbon fiber!” The manager shook his head, his voice laced with contempt. “That’s not some regular run-down scooter from a junkyard. That machine costs at least a hundred thousand dollars!”The guard’s mouth fell open, and he stammered, “A hundred
Ethan stepped out of the bank, feeling the weight of his worn bag filled with cash. Just as he climbed onto his carbon-fiber scooter, his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was his roommate.“Hey, Ethan, where are you?” his roommate asked. “Class started, and the professor’s already taken attendance. You know how he gets.”Ethan’s heart dropped as he checked the time. He’d completely forgotten his lecture in the commotion at the bank. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he replied, kicking his scooter into gear and racing toward the college.He arrived at the classroom, slightly out of breath, his bag slung over his shoulder. As he stepped in, every head in the room turned to him. At the front of the room, Professor Whitmore, a man with a perpetual scowl and sharp eyes, paused his lecture, his lips curling into a condescending smile.“Well, well,” Professor Whitmore sneered, eyeing Ethan. “Look who decided to join us. The class’s star latecomer! We’re s
Melissa’s mocking smirk widened as she crossed her arms, glancing at Ethan with a mixture of disdain and amusement. “You know, Ethan, you’re actually considering joining us? I mean, since when have you ever gone to a group event? Oh, right,” she sneered, “you’d rather save your pennies and skip out.”Ethan met her gaze with calm amusement. “Maybe I’ve decided it’s time to change things up.”Just then, Mike swaggered over, flashing Melissa a possessive grin before casting a condescending look in Ethan’s direction. Mike was the reason Melissa had dumped Ethan, and he was determined to remind Ethan of it every chance he got.“Oh, so this is the dinner everyone’s talking about?” Mike said, smirking. “Well, count me in.” His gaze flickered toward Claire with a glint of interest. “Can’t let the most beautiful girl in class be left with… undesirable company.”Claire raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his insinuation, but Mike wasn’t done. He turned to Ethan with a mocking chuckle
“So, everyone, I think Moonlight is perfect for tonight, don’t you?” He cast a challenging look at Ethan, a glint of mockery in his eyes.As the group stood outside the campus, Mike folded his arms with a sly grin. The name drew a gasp from the group. Claire frowned, voicing what everyone was thinking. “Moonlight? Isn’t that… a bit much, Mike? That place is ridiculously expensive.”Mike chuckled, feigning kindness. “Oh, come on, Claire. It’s not a big deal. If Ethan finds it a bit too pricey, I don’t mind splitting the bill with him.” He turned to Ethan, smirking. “What do you say, Ethan? You up for it?”Ethan’s eyes sparkled with a calm confidence that took Mike by surprise. “Sure, Mike. That’s the deal.”Mike’s grin faded for a second before he forced it back. He had been counting on Ethan backing out, not agreeing. “Well… alright then! But remember, this isn’t just some fast-food joint. Dinner there can easily cost a thousand bucks.”Ethan shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m aware.
"Hey, idiot! Get out of there!"The shout echoed through the empty basketball court, followed by the unmistakable sound of a ball hurtling toward Ethan’s head. He barely had time to flinch before the basketball collided with his skull, sending him stumbling backward onto the cold concrete. His vision blurred, and his head throbbed in pain.Laughter erupted from the group standing near the court’s edge—Mike and his friends, their mocking grins wide as they watched Ethan, sprawled out on the ground like a fool."Look at him!" one of Mike's friends called out, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "Can’t even dodge a ball!""Stupid, pathetic loser," another chimed in, their laughter making Ethan’s ears ring.The floor beneath Ethan’s hands was gritty and dirty, and he wiped his forehead with his sleeve, feeling the sting of embarrassment heat his cheeks. He had been cleaning the court, doing his job as part of his work-study program. But clearly, Mike and his crew had other plans.Gr
“Oh, shit! What is this idiot trying to do here?”The shout cut through the air, sharp and mocking. Ethan’s heart hammered in his chest as he ran toward them—Mike and his cronies standing near the edge of the basketball court, their attention already drawn to him. A pit of dread formed in Ethan’s stomach, but he pushed through, his mind filled with nothing but the need to confront Melissa. She was there, among them, and something didn’t sit right. He had to know what was going on.Before Ethan could take another step, one of Mike’s friends, a stocky guy with a cruel smile, stepped forward. His arm swung in a wide arc, slapping Ethan hard across the face. The sound of skin meeting skin rang out, and Ethan staggered to the side, his cheek stinging from the impact."You really want to ruin this for Mike?" the guy spat, stepping closer, his breath hot and sour. "I told you how important this confession was, you idiot! What the hell are you even doing here? You’re just a cleaner! You
“You’re fucking bastard!!” Mike’s voice rang through the air like a thunderclap, his fury palpable. His face was red, and his eyes burned with rage. He pointed directly at Ethan, who was already reeling from the blows he had taken moments before.Mike’s cronies were circling Ethan like sharks, their fists flying mercilessly. Ethan stumbled, his vision blurry as pain radiated from his side. A cruel punch slammed into his stomach, forcing him to his knees. The thud of their fists hitting flesh, mixed with the mocking laughter of the gang, filled the basketball court."Get up, loser!" Mike spat, his words dripping with venom. "I told you not to mess with me!"Ethan groaned, blood dripping from his mouth, but he pushed himself up, his eyes glaring defiantly through the haze of pain.“I’m not going to back down, Mike,” Ethan muttered, though his voice wavered with exhaustion.Mike’s anger only increased. He turned to his friends, gesturing violently for them to continue. "Beat him dow