Jason's eyes fluttered open, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling his nostrils. He found himself lying on a plush bed in an unfamiliar room. The walls were adorned with paintings, and the air was filled with the soft hum of a medical machine. His vision was still blurry, but he could make out the silhouette of an elderly man sitting by his side—Thomas Carter, his grandfather."You're awake," Thomas said, his voice a mix of relief and authority. "You gave us quite a scare."Jason groaned, trying to sit up, but his body felt like it had been hit by a truck. "Why did you lie to me?" Jason's voice was raspy. "Am I really your heir, or was this some kind of sick game?"Thomas leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "I never lied to you, Jason. You are my grandson, and you are the rightful heir to the Carter family. But there are things about this family—secrets that even you aren't ready to handle yet."Jason’s eyes darkened with frustration. "Secrets? What more do I need to know? Ethan’s o
Jason stood at the entrance of the school, his once unattractive appearance now replaced with clean clothes and a fire in his eyes. The whispers of the students around him were louder today, rippling through the crowd like a wave. Some looked at him with disdain, while others envied him and his new-found powers. "Is that really Jason?" one student said in disbelief. "I heard he’s the new heir to the Carter family." "But wasn’t he just some nobody a few weeks ago?" Another added, unable to hide the shock. Jason ignored the whispers; his mind focused on one thing: getting back what was his. He knew Ethan had the black card, the one his grandfather gave him as a symbol of his authority and connection to the Carter legacy. Without it, he couldn't keep Ethan in check, and Jason wasn't about to let that power slip through his fingers. Ethan leaned against a row of lockers, surrounded by his usual entourage. He spotted Jason, and a sly grin crept across his face. "Look who's decide
The school opened the following day with alot of activities in place. Ethan trying to make everyone bow before him while Jason was trying to find his ground within the school. Little did they know that the game dynamics was about changing.As they all gathered in groups talking about the changes in power between Ethan and Jason, Elena Sterling made her entrance into the school like she owned the place. Her stride was confident, almost regal, as her heels clicked against the floor. She was the kind of girl you couldn’t ignore, even if you wanted to. Dressed in a sleek black dress and a leather jacket that screamed both elegance and rebellion, she commanded attention without uttering a single word.Whispers began to ripple through the hallways as students turned to get a better look.“Who’s that?” a student murmured to his friend.“I heard she’s a transfer from some elite school,” another replied. “Daughter of a billionaire or something. Apparently, she’s a genius too.”Elena’s eyes sca
The school auditorium buzzed with excitement as students, parents, and faculty gathered for the annual charity auction. Elegant decorations adorned the walls, the warm glow of chandeliers casting a glamorous light over the crowd. Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. Jason stood at the entrance, dressed sharply in a tailored suit, feeling a rush of confidence after the incident with Ethan. Beside him was Elena, her presence magnetic, effortlessly drawing glances from everyone in attendance. “Looks like you’re making quite an impression,” Elena remarked, smirking as she surveyed the crowd. “I’ve never seen this many people interested in a charity event before.” Jason chuckled, feeling the buzz of the room. “I think they’re more interested in the drama than the cause,” he replied, his eyes scanning for familiar faces. As they walked through the crowd, Jason caught sight of Ethan surrounded by his family. The Mathews were positioned
The room went silent, every eye turning towards the direction of the voice that had just shaken the entire auction to its core. Standing tall and exuding an air of authority was none other than Jason's grandfather, Edward Carter. The crowd parted as he made his way forward, his presence commanding respect and awe. With his silver hair slicked back and a sharp gaze that seemed to cut through the very air, Edward's arrival sent a ripple of shock through the room. "I said, four hundred and fifty thousand," Edward repeated, his voice calm but with an edge that brooked no argument. His eyes were locked on Mr. Mathew, a subtle challenge flickering in their depths. Many people stunned with the way he comported himself Jason’s heart pounded as he looked at his grandfather, a mix of surprise and relief washing over him. He hadn’t expected Edward to make an appearance, especially not here, but his presence was exactly the kind of reinforcement he needed. He knew the fight was just betwee
The hallways of St. Augustine High buzzed with whispers and excited conversations as students recounted the events of the charity auction. Clusters of teenagers gathered near their lockers, their voices low but charged with energy, as they shared the latest gossip. "Did you see the look on Ethan's face when Jason's grandfather outbid his dad?" one student said, struggling to keep their voice down through the excitement. "It was priceless! I never thought I'd see Ethan get taken down a peg like that," another added, laughing with their friends. " Did you even see the look on his father's face. I would have sworn they were not expecting such a trun of event. If I were Ethan, I would have surrendered to Jason. I mean, he is killing him out there." Another said with an outburst of laughter. Rumors spread like wildfire, each story more embellished than the last. Some said Jason was now the new school king, while others speculated that the Carter family was planning to buy out the entir
The school buzzed with excitement activities. Many of the students wanted to be friends with Jason. Most of the female students wanted him as their boyfriend. The last auction and the humiliation were now gnawing at Ethan. He couldn't be safe anymore. Some of the students whispered that the Carter's had always been richer than the Mathews. "We all know who the boss is now. I thought Ethan was untouchable, but you need to see how he was snuffed out like a candlelight." One of the students laughed. Suddenly another female entered the school. Se was looking sharp, with a dark shade covering her face. "Another new student?"" One of the students said she was turning her gaze towards the main campus. "I wondered where they are all coming from." Her friend replied. "Wait a minute? Isn't that the latest Ferrari spider?" She said with awe. "Oh my god! I wondered which family she is hailing from." Fiona removed her shade and, without looking at anyone, headed straight to Jason's class. Ja
The aftermath of the fight left the school in a state of shock. Not everyone believe Jason could stand up for himself let alone hit Ethan who was the mighty son of the Mathew's family. Jason’s clash with Ethan was the talk of every corner, the whispers growing louder as the details of the fight spread round the school. Many of the students were begining to root for Jason but even as students talked, they couldn't ignore the sight of Jason walking to the headmaster’s office, blood still trickling down from the wound on his head, staining his white uniform. The intercom crackled to life, its stern message echoing through the halls. "Jason Carter and Ethan Mathews, report to the headmaster's office immediately." Jason’s steps were steady despite the injury, a thin trail of dried blood visible near his temple. Ethan, on the other hand, stormed toward the office, his face twisted in a scowl, eyes burning with barely contained rage. As they entered the headmaster's office, the headmas
The convoy screeched to a halt, the air thick with the acrid smell of burnt rubber. George's heart sank as he peered out of the limousine, his eyes narrowing at the chaos unfolding ahead. A black SUV had slammed into the rear vehicle of their convoy, effectively blocking their escape."Zeek, Evelyn, get ready!" George’s voice was sharp as he reached for the pistol under his seat. Beaded sweat formed on his forehead. Evelyn stepped out first, her movements calm but deliberate as she scanned the street. "Stay in the car, Mr. George," she said firmly. "We’ll handle this."Masked figures emerged from the SUV, each armed and advancing toward the van carrying Jason. Venom stood among them, his calm attitude sending a chill through the air."Hand over Jason Carter, and no one else needs to die," Venom called out, his voice carrying over the street. The people ran helter skelter as rounds of bullets were let into the air to send a warning message to George and his entourage. George pushed
"Make sure no one comes close enough to this van." George looked at his personal guards. The nurses all watched as Jason was moved through the hospital hallway. The view was glamorous, and it looks like they were moving the president of the nation. "Be careful." Mr. George shouted occasionally as Jason was lifted into the back of the van where some specialists were seated waiting for him. "I'm coming with you, Dad." Marcus said, looking at his father. "No, you are not." George replied. "Why not? He is my best friend, and I am not going to leave him alone." Marcus said angrily. "You wanted me to handle it from here onwards; that is why you came to me. Now leave the rest to me and go to school like a normal teenager. Zeek and Evelyn are going to help and make sure we get to the safe house in one piece." Marcus sighed, "Call me when you get to the safe house." "We need to leave now before the reporters get a wind of what was happening. The escort trooped out of the hospital one by
"He said nothing as he closed his eyes. Shouldn't you be out there finding who his shooter was?" Marcus looked at the man standing before him in anger. "I think we need to help ourselves here, Mr. Marcus. I want the same thing you want." The police officer said again. "And what is that?" Marcus asked, staring at him. "You uncover the mystery surrounding Jason Carter. My name is George, and if you are ready to let me assist you, then let me know. Here is my card. Feel free to call me anytime you want." Marcus looked at the card and back at the man walking away from his sight. He got inside the car and drove out of the hospital grounds. [ BACK AT SCHOOL ] The following day was hectic with a lot of reporters going in and out of the school to cover an exclusive story about the shootout. "Do you think he is going to make it?" One of the students looked at her friend. "Why? I have seen many people bounce back from gunshot wounds." Marcus walked into the school premises and immediatel
The news of the gunshot wound spread like wildfire with many speculations about who might want Jason Carter dead. The accident scene was immediately shielded, and students were asked to go back home. The new reporters were all over the scene with the police on standby. Jason was wheeled into the hospital with a lot of doctors at his disposal. "I told you not to let him out of your sight!_ K1 shouted at Evelyn. Marcus, who was still in shock with his hand soaked in his bed friend's blood, still couldn't believe his eyes. He remembered what he had seen on Jason's phone. " Benson and Jay are dead." Evelyn looked at K1. "What do you mean they are dead?" K1 looked at her face and then back at Marcus, who was still in shock. Marcus, without saying a word, brought out Jason's phone and handed it over to him. "Whoever killed them must have come for Jason," he said, sniffling. "Do you think they found something?" Evelyn looked at Marcus. "How should I know that? We are both in the dark h
Evelyn looked at Jason and nodded. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight, but then they were right inside the school. What was the worst that could go wrong? She hasn't heard anything from Eric or Aunt Camilla, so it was safe to assume they had forgotten all about the drama. Jason and Irene walked out of the party into the gentle breeze of the night. "So what now? You are into my sister Alessia?" Irene asked when they eventually stopped under the moonlight. "What? Why would you assume a thing like that?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow to look at her face. "Maybe because I saw you in bed staring at her like you both have just had a steamy night." She looked back at Jason. "'Steamy night? I was drunk, and Alessia helped me get home. Definitely not my house. How was I supposed to know that she was your sister?" Jason asked "And what was that about her being my secretary back at work?" Jason added. "Wait, you work now?" Irene asked with a surprised look on her face. "Whoa, tha
Everyone at the party froze hearing what Fiona was asking Ethan to do to Linda. "You can't possibly leave me for her." Linda looked at Ethan. with a serious gaze. "Why not?" Ethan stared back at her with a meaner face. "You hate contributed to my life like I hope, and also you have fallen out of favor with him." He looked at Jason, who was enjoying the show. "Remind me again why I need to keep you?" Ethan asked with a smug look on his face. As he was about to finish his words, Alessia and Irene showed up. "Not now." Jason said slowly as his eyes feared between the crowds of students. "There you are. I have been looking all over for you." Marcus said, walking toward the party. They all gathered with each of them. trying to sort out their feelings. "What is it going to be, Ethan Mathew?" Fiona asked again, going back to the initial topic. "What are you feeling to offer if I said yes to you?" Ethan asked publicly "Offer? I have a lot. Just tell me I am yours and you are mine." Fio
"Where to, Mr. Carter?" K1 asked, staring at Jason at the back of the seat. The thought of the party crossed his mind again. Jason leaned back in the car, his eyes fixed on the city lights rushing past the window. The streets were alive with activity, but his mind was elsewhere. Alessia's coded words replayed in his head, each testing his patience. "What does she mean I'll change my mind with time?" he muttered under his breath, drawing a curious glance from K2. "Sir, you okay?" K1 asked, his hands steady on the wheel. Jason nodded, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about work." But it wasn’t work. Alessia's sudden appearance at his company wasn’t a coincidence, and Jason knew it. Her smug grin and the way she confidently walked around him—it was as if she knew exactly what she was doing. "Change of plans," Jason said abruptly. "Before the party, I need to stop by the Carter estate. I want to check something." K2 hesitated. "The estate? But, sir, isn’t that where—" "Yes, it is,
The door opened and Jason's face went pale. "I can't believe it, you." Jason said with a surprise in his voice. Alessia walked in with a smug grin on her face. "What are you doing here?" Jason asked in anger. "Are you stalking me now?" He asked with anger. "You do know all of this is wrong. You can't be here." Jason shouted at her again. The door opened and Mr. Nicholas walked in. He has heard his loud noise opposite his office. "Are you alright, Mr. Jason?" "I will be fine when you ask this lady to leave my office." Jason said, pointing at Alessia. Mr. Nicholas looked at Alessia and back at Jason. "Do you know each other?" He asked with surprise in his voice. "Yes." "No." Both of them replied almost at the same time. "Mr. Jason, I am sorry, but she is one of our best workers in here. She is your new secretary." Mr. Nicholas replied. "New what? That is impossible; her family is supposed to be rich, or they are rich. So how come?" "That is a long story, Mr. Jason. Just make
"Are you sure you want to take this on?" Nicholas asked, moving closer to Jason. "Don't worry, Nicholas. I have got this." Jason replied. The man walked out of the crowd as the other reporters paved the way for him. He looked up to meet Jason's gaze, and with a playful smile on his lips, he brought out a book. "What are your plans? And are you really the lost heir of the Carters?" Jason smiled. "Is that all, or are you having more questions to ask?" He stared at his face. "Can you answer that first? Or do you want me to dump the bombshell on you?" Jason's mind skipped a bit. "What bombshell?" He had managed to dodge the familial question about his relationship with Fiona, and now this. "I think I have the credibility now that I am indeed the lost son of Mr. Richard Carter. And my future plans are confidential and mine alone." Jason replied as he should. "Tell me, do you plan on finding your father's killer?" The man asked again. "You don't need to answer that, Jason." Mr.