“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 down! Show him what happens when you cross me!"
But just as one of Mike’s goons raised his arm for another strike, the screech of tires skidded to a halt at the edge of the court.
Blue and red lights flashed in the night as the police arrived. The gang froze, momentarily stunned.
“Police! Step away from him!” one of the officers shouted, his tone firm. The other officers rushed forward, pushing through the group of young men.
The gang immediately backed away, making way for the officers.
Ethan, hunched over and covered in bruises and cuts, barely managed to stand.
His legs were trembling, but the pain in his body was nothing compared to the crushing weight of the injustice he felt.
One of the officers, a tall woman with sharp features, glanced over at Ethan before turning to Mike.
“What happened here?”
Mike straightened his clothes, his posture suddenly smug.
He flashed a pained look toward the officer and then at Ethan, his eyes gleaming with calculated malice.
“This kid attacked me! I was just minding my business, and he jumped me for no reason. He’s crazy! You can see what he’s done to me.”
The police officer eyed Mike skeptically.
Blood was dripping from Ethan’s face, and the cuts on his arms were clearly visible.
“What about him?” she asked, her gaze shifting to Ethan, who was barely able to stand, let alone defend himself.
“Look at him,” Mike said with a sneer.
“He’s the one who’s been beaten. But who do you think started this mess? Me? No. It was him. He came at me, and I had to defend myself.”
One of Mike’s cronies nodded, backing up his story.
“Yeah, we were just walking when this guy came charging at Mike. Totally unprovoked.”
The officers exchanged glances, their skepticism growing.
But just as they were about to ask another question, Mike quickly added, “You know who my father is, right? Sir Moyes. He’s one of the most important men in town.”
Mike’s words hit like a ton of bricks.
The officers exchanged another look.
There was a noticeable shift in their demeanor, and the woman’s previously firm expression softened.
“We understand,” she said, her voice turning polite.
“We’ll take care of this. Ethan, you’re coming with us.”
Ethan’s heart sank. “But I didn’t do anything wrong! They beat me up!”
He was barely able to stay on his feet as the police grabbed him by the arms, their grip like iron.
The more Ethan struggled, the more they pulled, dragging him toward their car as if he were the one in the wrong.
Mike, on the other hand, stood there with a smug grin, his arms crossed as he watched Ethan being led away.
“You should’ve just stayed out of this,” Mike said, still smirking. “Now, you’re gonna regret it.”
Ethan couldn’t say anything in return.
His throat was tight, his body in agony, and his mind was spinning with disbelief.
He had been betrayed—not just by Mike, but by the very system meant to protect him.
The officers shoved him into the back of their car. As the door slammed shut, the last thing Ethan saw was Mike, laughing and waving.
It was a mockery, a cruel joke.
At the police station, Ethan was locked in a small cell, his body aching.
He leaned against the cold metal bars, staring into the dim light. He was in pain—physically and emotionally.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. He had been a good student, a dedicated worker, and yet here he was, in a jail cell for something he hadn’t done.
A few hours passed before an officer came in, clipboard in hand. “Ethan Elliot,” the officer called, his voice gruff.
Ethan, his face bruised and swollen, lifted his head. “That’s me,” he croaked.
The officer didn’t look up from his papers. “You’re here because of an assault. Bail has been set at $5,000.”
Ethan’s heart raced. “Five thousand dollars?! What about Mike? He hit me, too! Why isn’t he in here?”
The officer finally looked up, his eyes cold.
He chuckled darkly. “Mike? Do you really think we’re going to arrest the son of Sir Moyes? The richest man in town? Your father’s a pauper, Elliot.
“ What do you think we’re going to do with you? You’re nothing.” he continued his mocking.
Ethan’s hands clenched into fists, but there was no energy left in him to fight back.
The words stung, but he had no choice but to listen. His voice was hollow.
“This isn’t right. I’m innocent. Why are you doing this?”
The officer’s face twisted into a sneer. “Because Mike’s father owns half of this town, and you? You’re just a kid with no future. Now, stop whining and get used to it. Maybe if you had money, things would be different.”
Ethan’s throat tightened. He was about to speak when another officer entered the room. He looked at Ethan, his eyes wide with confusion.
“Ethan Elliot?” the new officer asked.
Ethan nodded weakly, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes… that’s me.”
“You can go now. Someone has paid your bail.”
Ethan came out of the police station in confusion, his mind swirling with unanswered questions. As the cool evening air hit his bruised face, he blinked in surprise, noticing a middle-aged man standing near the entrance. The man was staring directly at him, his posture calm yet purposeful. It took Ethan a moment to recognize him."Uncle Steve?" Ethan asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. Steve Jackson, his neighbor's uncle. Ethan's brow furrowed in confusion. “Ethan. Glad to see you’re alright.” Steven smiled warmly."Uncle Steve, what are you doing here?" asked Ethan. “Did you… did you pay my bail?"Steven chuckled softly, shaking his head as he offered a slight bow."No, Ethan. It wasn’t me. But I’m here to take you to someone who did."Ethan’s confusion deepened.“Wait, what do you mean? Who—”“Come with me,” Steve interrupted, gesturing toward a sleek black car parked nearby.The car gleamed under the streetlights, its luxury unmistakable. Ethan's heart skipped a beat. Th
Ethan stood there, frozen in place, trying to figure out what he was seeing. When his dad wore a perfectly cut suit, he gave off an air of power and authority that Ethan had never thought of him having. The man in front of him was nothing like his father, who had always seemed modest and normal. This was a different man, one who felt at ease in the mansion's luxurious surroundings.“Dad?” Ethan’s voice trembled with disbelief. “What... what are you doing here?”His father’s face softened with a smile, though his eyes held a gravity that Ethan had never seen before. “And why are you dressed up like this?” Ethan asked him, as his dad dress looked expensive.“Ethan, there’s so much you don’t know. So much I’ve kept from you, and for that, I owe you an explanation.”Ethan stared, bewildered, as his father gestured for him to take a seat. Ethan looked at his father with wide eyes as he motioned for him to sit down. He did what he was told. The warm floor of his cell had been hours be
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 th
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.