Ethan stood in the middle of the luxurious Hermès store, the shimmering lights casting a golden glow on the expensive displays. He held the Centurion card tightly in his hand, his pulse racing. Vanessa and Lucas’s sneering faces were frozen in disbelief as he placed the card on the counter.
“Are you really going to go through with this?” Vanessa scoffed, crossing her arms. “You’re so desperate to prove something that you’re pretending to be rich now?” Ethan’s eyes met hers, the humiliation and anger of countless taunts burning in his gaze. “I’m not pretending, Vanessa.” Lucas laughed, his voice dripping with mockery. “Yeah, right. I bet you borrowed that card from someone. Or stole it.” Jessica, the polite saleswoman, glanced at Ethan with concern. “Mr. Reed, should I proceed with the transaction?” Ethan nodded firmly. “Yes, please.” The saleswoman behind the counter, Heather Smith, exchanged a skeptical glance with Lucas and Vanessa. “I’m sure this is some kind of joke,” she muttered under her breath. She swiped the card, her expression shifting from contempt to shock as the transaction went through without a hitch. “Transaction approved. The total is $70,000,” she announced, her voice shaky as she handed the card back to Ethan. The room fell silent. The other customers in the store, mostly university students, stared at Ethan in awe. Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd. Lucas’s face turned a deep shade of red, and Vanessa’s jaw dropped, her eyes darting between Ethan and the saleswoman. “This can’t be real,” Lucas said, his voice shaking with indignation. “There’s no way you can afford that. You must have stolen the card.” Heather nodded, regaining some of her composure. “I agree. We should verify the authenticity of this card.” Vanessa smirked, stepping closer to Ethan. “You’re not fooling anyone, Ethan. There’s no way someone like you has a Centurion card.” Ethan stood his ground, his gaze unwavering. “Go ahead. Verify it.” The store manager, a composed woman with a sharp, professional demeanor, stepped forward. “Is there an issue here?” “Yes,” Lucas said quickly, pointing at Ethan. “We believe he stole that card. There’s no way he could own something like that.” The manager raised an eyebrow and took the card from Heather. “Let me handle this.” She walked to a small device on the counter and scanned the card, her expression calm and neutral. After a few tense moments, she looked up at Ethan with a warm smile. “Mr. Reed is indeed the rightful owner of this card,” she announced. “I apologize for any inconvenience caused.” Ethan watched as Vanessa and Lucas’s faces contorted with shock and disbelief. Vanessa stammered, “But that’s impossible—” The manager turned to Heather, her voice stern. “Miss Smith, you will treat all our customers with respect, regardless of their appearance. Mr. Reed is a valued client, and your behavior today was unacceptable.” Heather’s face turned pale. “I… I’m sorry, Mr. Reed. I didn’t mean—” Ethan held up a hand, stopping her apology. “It’s fine. Just… don’t judge people so quickly next time.” The manager nodded, then turned to Lucas and Vanessa, her gaze icy. “As for you two, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Instigating trouble and offending our customers is not acceptable.” Lucas’s eyes widened. “You can’t do that! We’re customers too!” The manager’s smile was cold. “Not anymore. Please leave.” Vanessa opened her mouth to protest, but the manager’s unwavering stare silenced her. With a final, furious glare at Ethan, she grabbed Lucas’s arm and dragged him out of the store, their humiliation palpable. Ethan watched them go, a strange mix of satisfaction and discomfort settling in his chest. He had never imagined he would be in a position to turn the tables like this. The realization of his newfound power was both exhilarating and unsettling. Jessica handed him the wrapped handbag, her smile genuine. “Thank you for your purchase, Mr. Reed. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Ethan nodded, taking the bag with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Jessica. You’ve been very kind.” As he walked out of the store, the eyes of the other customers followed him, whispers of admiration and envy trailing in his wake. He felt the weight of the luxurious bag in his hand, the memory of Vanessa and Lucas’s stunned faces replaying in his mind. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental. His phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was Megan. “Ethan! Where are you?” she exclaimed as soon as he picked up. “The party’s starting, and I want you here!” Ethan smiled, her infectious energy lifting his spirits. “I’m on my way, Meg. I just… had to take care of something.” “You better hurry! And don’t you dare come empty-handed,” she teased. “I’ve got someone I want you to meet.” Ethan laughed softly. “I won’t. I’ve got the perfect gift.” After ending the call, he glanced at the opulent Hermès bag and, feeling a pang of self-consciousness, ducked into a nearby convenience store. He bought a plain plastic bag and slipped the luxurious package inside, trying to downplay the extravagance of the gift. He hailed a cab and directed it to Ru Yi Restaurant, where Megan’s birthday celebration was in full swing. His mind buzzed with the events of the day, the rush of emotions, and the surreal experience of spending more money than he ever thought he’d have in his lifetime. As the cab pulled up to the restaurant, he spotted Megan through the window, her face lighting up as she saw him. She was talking animatedly to a girl beside her—Samantha Brooks, if he remembered correctly. She was beautiful, with soft brown hair and an innocent smile, but she seemed distracted, nodding politely as Megan spoke. “Here goes nothing,” Ethan muttered to himself as he stepped out of the cab, plastic bag in hand. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for the changes ahead, but he knew one thing: he was done being looked down upon. He walked into the restaurant, the noise and laughter welcoming him like a warm embrace. Megan rushed over, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ethan! You made it!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. “And you brought a gift! I knew you would.” Ethan smiled, handing her the plastic bag. “Happy birthday, Meg.” Megan took the bag, a puzzled look crossing her face. “What’s this? A surprise?” “You’ll see,” Ethan said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. She opened the bag and gasped as she pulled out the exquisite Hermès package. “Ethan, this is… I can’t believe it!” Her voice drew the attention of everyone at the table, including Samantha, who looked at Ethan with curious eyes. “I hope you like it,” Ethan said, feeling a bit self-conscious under everyone’s gaze. Megan’s eyes were wide with disbelief. “I love it! But, Ethan, how did you…?” Ethan shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “Just a little something to show my appreciation.” Megan threw her arms around him again, squeezing him tightly. “Thank you, Ethan. This is the best birthday ever!” As she pulled away, she turned to Samantha. “Sam, this is Ethan, the friend I was telling you about. Ethan, this is Samantha.” Samantha smiled, a shy but genuine expression on her face. “Nice to meet you, Ethan. Megan’s told me a lot about you.” Ethan nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with his newfound wealth. “Nice to meet you too, Samantha.” As they sat down to join the party, Ethan felt a sense of anticipation building. He didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he was in control of his destiny. This was just the beginning.The lively chatter and laughter in the private dining room of Ru Yi Restaurant came to an abrupt halt when the door swung open, and Nathan Scott strolled in, a cocky grin plastered on his face. His presence immediately cast a shadow over the festive atmosphere. Megan’s smile faded as she spotted him, her eyes narrowing.“Nathan, what are you doing here?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. “I told you not to come.”Nathan shrugged, looking entirely unbothered. “Oh, come on, Megan. I’m just here to join the celebration. I even brought a gift.” He gestured to the elegantly wrapped box in his hand, smirking as he made his way to the center of the room.Megan’s dorm mates exchanged uneasy glances, but Nathan ignored them, scanning the room with a smug expression. “Speaking of gifts, where’s the man of the hour, huh? Has anyone seen our dear Ethan? Or is he too busy running errands for pocket change?”A ripple of uncomfortable laughter spread through the room as Nathan’s eyes g
Ethan stepped out of the restaurant, his heart heavy with frustration and humiliation. He took a deep breath, the cool night air doing little to soothe his anger. Megan and Ben followed him outside, concern etched on their faces. “Ethan, wait!” Megan called out, hurrying to catch up with him. “Please don’t go like this. I’m so sorry for what happened inside. Nathan had no right—” “Megan, it’s not your fault,” Ethan interrupted, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I just… I don’t want to cause any more trouble for you. This is your night. You should be having fun, not dealing with my issues.” Ben nodded in agreement, his voice gentle. “Ethan, man, we’re your friends. We don’t care about what those idiots say. Stay, have a good time with us.” Ethan shook his head, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I appreciate it, guys. Really. But I can’t stay. Not tonight.” Megan reached out and touched his arm, her eyes pleading. “Please, Ethan. Don’t let them get to you. You deserve t
Ethan stood awkwardly in the luxurious lounge of the Hot Spring Resort, his eyes scanning the opulent décor that surrounded him. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow on the marble floors. The room was filled with people dressed in designer suits and evening gowns, their conversations filled with the easy confidence of those who belonged in such a setting. Ethan, on the other hand, felt like a fish out of water.“Please, have a seat, Young Master Reed,” Robert Greene said, gesturing to an elegant chair near a grand table laden with gourmet dishes. His voice was respectful, almost reverent, as if Ethan were royalty.Ethan hesitated, then nodded, sitting down carefully. “Thank you, Mr. Greene.”“Call me Robert, please,” the manager insisted, smiling. “Your sister speaks very highly of you.”Before Ethan could respond, Robert’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting to one of urgency. “Excuse me, Young Master Reed. I need to take this cal
“Sure, why not?” Ethan said, forcing a smile. He stepped closer to the group, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in his chest. Megan’s smile widened as she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the entrance of the karaoke bar.“That’s the spirit!” she exclaimed. “Come on, I’ll even let you pick the first song.”Ethan chuckled softly, glancing at the neon lights flickering above the bar’s entrance. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. You know my taste in music isn’t exactly popular.”The group laughed, and Samantha nudged him playfully. “I’m sure we can survive one of your obscure indie tracks, Ethan. Besides, it’s your turn to suffer through my Mariah Carey impersonation.”He couldn’t help but smile at that. Samantha’s good-natured teasing felt like a lifeline, pulling him back to a place where things were normal, where people didn’t treat him like a walking bank account.They made their way inside the bar, the noise and lights engulfing them in a welcoming chaos. The sm
Ethan trailed behind the group as they made their way into the Imperial KTV. The luxurious ambiance of the venue was a sharp contrast to the dive bars and budget karaoke joints he was used to. The plush red carpets, golden chandeliers, and private rooms with state-of-the-art sound systems screamed opulence. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of irony as he walked through the place he now owned, a secret he was still wrapping his head around.“Come on, Ethan, don’t lag behind!” Megan called, pulling him out of his thoughts. She looped her arm through his, a determined smile on her face. “I’m glad you decided to come. Tonight, we’re just going to have fun, okay?”Ethan nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, sure, Meg. Whatever you say.”They entered one of the private rooms where the others were already settling in, and Nathan, who was leaning back in an oversized leather chair, spotted them. His lips curled into a sneer.“Well, well, if it isn’t the karaoke king himself,” Nathan mocked, loud en
A boys' dormitory at a well-known university, around nine o'clock in the evening. The hallway buzzed with the noise of students finishing up their day. Ethan Reed sat on his bunk, a couple of textbooks spread out in front of him. His clothes were faded, and his sneakers looked like they had been through several rough semesters. He was focused, ignoring the hunger gnawing at his stomach.Blake from the neighboring dorm burst in, interrupting his thoughts.“Hey, Reed!” Blake's voice dripped with mockery. “I need my laptop and a bottle of water. Now.” He threw a few crumpled bills on the ground, not even glancing at Ethan. “That should cover it.”Ethan looked at the money, his eyes tightening with resentment. Before he could respond, his roommate Mike stepped in.“Come on, man,” Mike said, his voice pleading. “You don’t have to do this. We can lend you some cash.”Ethan forced a smile, trying to hide the frustration and helplessness. “It’s fine, Mike. I need the money.” He bent down and
Ethan Reed sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the golden cards his sister had sent him, their shiny surfaces reflecting the sunlight streaming through the window. He turned them over in his hand, still unable to wrap his head around the fact that these small pieces of plastic represented a fortune beyond his wildest dreams. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was time to call his parents and confirm the truth.Taking a deep breath, he dialed his mother’s number. After a few rings, she answered, her familiar voice filled with warmth.“Ethan, honey, how are you?” she asked, her tone laced with the usual affection, but Ethan couldn’t ignore the undercurrent of tension.“I’m fine, Mom,” Ethan replied, struggling to keep his voice steady. “But I need to know… is it true? Are we really… rich?”There was a pause on the other end before his father’s voice joined the call. “Emma told you, didn’t she?” he said, a note of frustration creeping into his voi