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
Jason sat in the cramped corner of the café, staring down at his phone. His hands trembled as he scrolled through the list of expenses Linda had just sent him. He had been working two part-time jobs just to scrape by, and now, all of that hard-earned money was about to disappear into the virtual shopping cart of someone who didn’t seem to care. He took a quick glance at Linda and could see her cold gaze fixed on him.“Jason,” Linda said, her voice sharp as she tossed her phone onto the table. "Pay for it. I added everything I need. You can handle that, right?" she asked nonchalantly Jason hesitated, his heart thudding. It wasn't the first time he would have to empty his wallet,his savings just to please Linda and at the end, he got nothing in return but her cold attitude. The total amount was suffocating—nearly his entire paycheck. He had just received his salary today, and most of it was already allocated for his tuition fee, which had been overdue for months. His university had gi
Jason’s ears rang as his vision blurred, not from the slap, but from the realization that everything he had believed about their relationship had been a lie. He had been used—nothing more than a convenient source of money.Linda turned back to Ethan, completely ignoring Jason as if he were invisible. Jason stood there, the laughter and whispers of the crowd echoing in his ears, his world crashing down around him.Jason stood there, feeling the heaviness of Linda’s cruel words. His heart pounded, every beat hammering in the reality of what was happening. Just minutes ago, he was certain he could fix things between them, but now, with Ethan’s arm wrapped possessively around Linda’s waist, it felt like the ground beneath him was slipping away. A part of him wished he could do something at the very least but he knew it was just a waste of time. He was a nobody compared to Ethan whose father could have his life out into misery with a single snap of his fingers. Linda turned to him wit
Jason lay on the ground, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. Every muscle in his body was in pain, but worse was the humiliation. The crowd still stand looking at the drama, though their murmurs had died down. He could feel their eyes on him, judging, mocking, pitying him. Ethan stood nearby, his face smug, confident in his victory. As Jason attempted to push himself off the ground, his arms trembled beneath him. He managed to get one knee up, but his body felt weak, too battered to move quickly. His head throbbed, and the weight of his failure pressed harder on him than Ethan’s foot ever had. Before he could fully stand, the sharp sound of heels clicking against the pavement filled the air. The crowd parted once more, this time revealing a figure of power and authority: Mr. Reynolds, the director of the school. He was impeccably dressed in a crisp suit, his hair neatly combed back, and his expression severe. The professor who had come to Jason’s rescue straigh
He hadn’t noticed it approaching, and now the vehicle sat idling, matching his pace as he walked.He stopped, a chill creeping up his spine. Who could this be? The window on the passenger side rolled down slightly, revealing a man in a suit. His face was shadowed, but his voice was clear and authoritative. “Jason Walker?” Jason tensed. “Who are you?” He asked looking around to make sure he was safe. Jason has heard lot of young kids being taken away and whisked into some part of the country to be used as either a sec slave or an houseboy. He wasn't going to be added to the chart. “We need you to come with us,” the man said calmly, his tone leaving little room for argument. Jason took a step back, his eyes narrowing. “And why would I do that?” The man didn’t answer. Instead, the back door opened, and two more men stepped out, dressed in similar dark suits. They moved toward Jason with an unsettling calmness. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” Jason snapped, his fists clench
Jason’s mind reeled from the stranger’s words, the silence in the room stretching uncomfortably. "Your father?" The statement hung in the air like a dense fog, making it hard for Jason to breathe. Jason blinked twice trying to make sure what he has heard was correct. He had no idea who this man was or what kind of sick game he was playing, but the implication of his words gnawed at Jason’s insides. His father had always been a sore subject—an absentee parent, angry and distant, more of a ghost than a man in Jason’s life. But now, the old man in his front acted as if he knew more about Jason’s family than Jason himself did. Before he could respond, the door behind him creaked open. A tall, elegant woman entered the room, her sharp features softened by a warm smile. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she approached, stopping beside the man. “Father,” she said softly, looking between Jason and the old man, “I think we should get the DNA test done first, just to be