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 straightened immediately, stepping back to let the director take charge. Jason froze. He knew Reynolds by reputation alone—the man was cold, calculating, and always favored the wealthiest and most influential students. The fact that Ethan’s father was one of the school’s top donors didn’t bode well for him. Reynolds’ eyes scanned the scene, first landing on Ethan, who smiled innocently, then on Jason, still hunched over on the ground. His gaze was as hard as stone when it fell on Jason, and Jason’s heart sank further. There would be no justice here. Not for him. “What is the meaning of this?” Reynolds’ voice boomed, cutting through the silence like a knife. His eyes darted between the professor and the crowd, then settled on Ethan, whose expression softened into one of feigned regret. “It’s really unfortunate, Mr. Reynolds,” Ethan began, his voice dripping with false sincerity. “Jason here attacked me. I didn’t want to fight, but he threw the first punch.” Jason’s blood boiled at the blatant lie. “That’s not what happened!” he spat, struggling to stand fully. “You’ve been tormenting me for weeks, and I finally—” Reynolds raised a hand, silencing him. “Enough, Mr. Walker.” Jason looked around thinking one of the students was going to stand up for him but non of them said a word. It was like they all haven't witnessed the humiliation, the beating and the way Ethan had disregarded him. It was just like the didn't exist. Jason’s mouth snapped shut, his fists clenching at his sides. He wanted to scream, to make Reynolds see the truth, but he knew it was useless. The director had already made up his mind. “I’ve seen this sort of behavior from you before,” Reynolds said, his voice dripping with disapproval. “You’re always involved in some kind of trouble, aren’t you? And now, attacking one of our top students, someone whose family has done so much for this institution. I won’t tolerate it.” Jason’s heart sank. It wasn’t fair. It had never been fair. “I didn’t—” “Enough.” Reynolds' voice was sharp, final. “You’ll be suspended for a month, effective immediately.” Jason’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Suspended? But he—” “I’ve heard enough excuses, Mr. Walker. You’re lucky I’m not expelling you on the spot.” The professor, who had initially intervened, opened her mouth to say something, but one look from Reynolds made her stop. She quickly averted her eyes, offering no further defense for Jason. Ethan watched the exchange with a smug grin, the glint of victory in his eyes. Linda, standing beside him, gave Jason a pitying look, as though she was somehow the victim in all this. Jason felt his chest tighten, but there was nothing he could do. “I’ll be speaking with your parents, of course,” Reynolds continued, turning to walk away. “Now, get off the premises. You’re no longer welcome here.” Jason stood frozen, the words echoing in his mind. His parents... his father would never forgive him for this. He’d already been on thin ice, struggling to keep up with the high expectations placed on him. This suspension was going to ruin everything. As Reynolds walked away, Ethan stepped forward, leaning down close to Jason’s ear. “Tough break, Walker,” he whispered, a malicious grin on his lips. “Guess you’re not as important as you thought.” Jason’s vision blurred with anger and frustration, but he couldn’t act on it. Not now. His fists trembled at his sides as he watched Ethan stroll away, hand in hand with Linda. The crowd began to disperse, muttering among themselves as the spectacle came to an end. Jason stood alone in the center of the courtyard, his mind spinning with a mixture of fury, embarrassment, and despair. He had lost everything. As he walked toward the gates of the school, each step felt heavier than the last. He could hear the whispers of the other students, see the judgment in their eyes. They all saw him as a failure, as someone who had stepped out of line and been crushed under the weight of it. He was nothing to them. The gates of the school loomed ahead, cold and unwelcoming. Jason hesitated for a moment, looking back at the campus that had once felt like his second home. Now, it was just another place that had rejected him. With a heavy sigh, he pushed through the gates and left the school grounds. The world outside felt different, colder, lonelier. He didn’t know where to go. His parents would be furious, and he had no friends left to turn to. Everyone had sided with Ethan. Everyone had chosen to believe the lie. Jason wandered aimlessly for what felt like hours, his mind clouded with thoughts of revenge, shame, and despair. He had lost Linda. He had lost his place at school. He had lost everything he had worked for. Jason’s aimless walk took him far beyond the familiar roads around the school. His feet carried him without purpose, just a need to escape. The weight of his suspension clung to him like a heavy fog, clouding his thoughts. The further he wandered, the more desperate he became, each step leaving him more isolated than the last. He knew he couldn’t go home, not yet. His father’s rage would be unbearable, the disappointment even worse. But where could he go? Ethan’s lie had stripped him of everything—his reputation, his friends, even his dignity. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the pavement. Jason barely noticed, his mind still replaying the scene over and over—the smug look on Ethan’s face, the pity in Linda’s eyes, Reynolds’ cold indifference. How could it all have gone so wrong? Suddenly, a sleek black car pulled up alongside him, its tinted windows gleaming in the fading light. Jason’s heart skipped a beat. " Who could this be?" he asked seeing the tinted glassesRelated Chapters
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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
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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
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Jason's mind whirled as he stepped out of the mansion, the weight of everything he had just learned pressing down on his shoulders. He had barely had time to process the fact that he was a long-lost heir to a powerful empire, and now the revelation was threatening to suffocate him. The luxury, the money, the influence—it was all his. And yet, his heart felt heavy with confusion and uncertainty. But before Jason could delve any deeper into the storm of emotions raging inside him, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Startled, he fumbled for it, glancing at the screen. It was his friend, Marcus. "Jason, you gotta come back to school. Now," Marcus’s voice was panicked, breathless even. "Your grandmother... she’s here. She’s begging the director to let you stay. Linda and Ethan... they’re making her—" Jason’s heart dropped, and he didn’t need Marcus to finish the sentence. He could already picture it—his frail grandmother standing there, pleading, begging, while his enemies reveled in her
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The two of them exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsettled by his newfound confidence. Jason turned on his heel and walked away, leaving them standing there in stunned silence. As he walked, Jason’s mind raced with possibilities. His life had changed in an instant—he now had resources beyond their wildest dreams. Ethan and Linda had no idea what was coming for them, but soon enough, they would. Jason smiled to himself, his heart filled with resolve. The power and wealth he now possessed would not only protect his family but would also ensure that no one ever dared to cross him again. And his enemies? They had no idea what kind of storm was about to descend on them.Jason’s smile faded as he crossed the courtyard, the cold wind whipping around him as he made his way toward the school’s main building. His thoughts spiraled—he had done well to keep his newfound power hidden for now, but Linda and Ethan were like snakes, waiting for the right moment to strike. They had humiliated his
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The hallway was awfully quiet, save for the sound of heavy breathing and the distant murmur of students watching the spectacle unfold. Jason stood there, fists clenched, his heart pounding as the director released his grip on his arm. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, the weight of their judgment, the sharp sting of their whispers. He now looked like the villain while Ethan was in his exact position. Ethan lay sprawled on the floor, still groaning, holding his bloodied face. Linda knelt beside him, casting hateful glances at Jason, her phone still in hand, capturing every moment of his outburst. Jason’s grandmother, frail and trembling, stood to the side, her tearful eyes pleading with him, but Jason couldn’t meet her gaze. He had lost control, and the consequences were about to catch up with him. “Well, well,” the director sneered, straightening his suit and eyeing Jason with a mix of contempt and satisfaction. “What do you have to say for yourself now, Jason? After attacking
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The tension in the hallway thickened as Ethan’s smug grin deepened, his words sending a ripple of excitement through the gathered students. Jason paused, his thumb hovering over the screen. He glanced at his grandmother, her fragile form trembling, her tear-filled eyes silently begging him to reconsider. But Jason had gone too far to back down now. His pride—and his grandmother’s dignity—were at stake. “More interesting, huh?” Jason’s voice was low, filled with barely contained fury. He straightened, turning his cold gaze toward Ethan. “Alright. What’s your game, Matthews?” Ethan wiped the blood from his lips, his smile never faltering despite the pain. "Simple. If the transfer fails, you strip down and run around the school naked. And don’t worry—Linda here will make sure it’s all recorded for posterity." He gestured to Linda, who was grinning wickedly, her phone still recording every second of the encounter. She was ready to make Jason a laughing stock for the whole school G
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Jason's fingers shook slightly as he entered the last digit of the activation code. The whole school still stood in tense silence, their mocking expressions frozen in place. The system loaded for what felt like an eternity, and finally, the screen displayed a new message: [CCard activated successfully]Jason's pulse quickened. He felt a rush of hope rising in his chest, pushing back the lingering echoes of Ethan and Linda’s cruel laughter. With renewed determination, he initiated the transfer again, his eyes focused on the screen."Here we go again," Ethan scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What's the matter, Jason? Can’t you just admit you’ve lost already? Save yourself the embarrassment."Linda smirked, her phone still recording every moment. "This is getting sad, Walkers. You really think you’re going to get a different result this time?" She said with determination in her eyes.Jason ignored their taunts, his focus entirely on the screen in front of him. He could feel the tension in the
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Jason stood still, looking at the stunned reactions from the crowd after revealing his true identity as the lost son of the Carters. His transformation from a nobody to someone of immense wealth was written on every face around him. But while the revelation had shaken everyone, Jason knew he wasn't done proving himself. He could sense the silent challenge that still hung in the air—a challenge from Ethan, who wasn't ready to admit defeat just yet."He can't be? Is he really the list son of the Carter's?" One of the students asked while the others immediately pressed their phones to look it up online. Linda, on the other hand, kept her gaze fixed on Jason and noticed there was something off about him. He was having this assurance, this backing, like he could do anything and everything he wanted too. She still didn't believe how a boy who had nothing yesterday could suddenly be able to transfer a huge amount of money into the Scholl account, buying himself a spot in the elite worlds.
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Jason clenched his hands in anger as he looked at most of the uninvited guests. "What are you going to do, Jason? Throw us out?" Sophia snickered in her velvet gown that clung to her body, revealing her robust backside. "We are here for you, Jason. After all, you are a Carter." Clark said before stepping away from the altar. Alessia looked at Jason and saw he was sweating again. Jason's eyes darted through the crowd and saw Leonard staring at him. A look that tells him to continue with the marriage. They had a deal after all.The pope said everything that needed to be said, and when it was time to ask who was against the marriage, Alessia's heart beat increased. She knew the only insane person who was bold enough to stop the marriage was Irene. She remembered the look she had given her when she tried her wedding dress on. "If there is anyone here that doesn't want this couple to be joined in holy matrimony, they should raise up his or her hands or should forever be silent." The
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Jason woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, his body still warm from the night before. He turned over, expecting to find Alessia beside him, but instead, there was an empty space. His eyes darted to the wooden nightstand, where a neatly folded note lay. He reached for it, unfolding the paper with curiosity.Jason,Since you were feeling much better, I decided to go home and get ready for our big day. Don’t be late.Love, Alessia.A small smile curled at the corner of his lips as he let the note rest on his chest. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind drifting to the memories of the night before. The passion they had shared still lingered in his thoughts, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to savor it. But the responsibilities of the day quickly pulled him back to reality. He stretched, feeling surprisingly refreshed, his headache from the previous night no longer bothering him.Swinging his legs over the bed, Jason made his way to the shower, let
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Jason woke up and was surprised to see a white towel over his head. His eye darted around and saw that he was all alone in the room with a dulve over his body. "Ouch!" he groaned slightly as he tried to get up. His eyes went to the bowl of water in front of him. "Zeek!" Jason shouted but no one answered. He tried to get off bed but then he noticed his hands were hot again. He could feel his body on fire that he felt his body breaking out in sweat again. The door opened and Alessia walked in carrying a bowl of soup in her hands. " Alessia." Jason called out gently with a steady look on his face. " What are you doing here?" " I came to say hello and I found you on the floor you were burning hot." Alessia said with a worried gaze. Jason wanted to get up to grab the bowl from her but Alessia told him to lie still. " What about, Zeek?" " I didn't see anyone around when I came." Alessia replied settling the bowl on the table beside him. " You need to eat this if you are going to reg
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" I understand him now?" Raven said staring at Jason whose body was on heat. " Did you know you remember your deal with Leonard?" Raven asked staring at Jason. He nodded. " I don't think it was a joke anymore. You are indeed a healer, Mr Jason." Raven said wiping his forehead with an handerkercheif. The tension between them in the car was heated. Both of them said nothing but Raven's gaze was fixed on Jason." Don't tell me you don't believe me?" Raven asked But Jaosn bursted into laughter as his gaze met Race each time he laughed. " What is this madness? You know the part were I said you had his face." " Who?" Raven asked with his eyebrow furrowed. " Zeek." Jason said with laughter. " Okay, what does this have to do with him?" Raven pressed. " Zeek would never make an assumption like this. To think you are telling me that I have the power to heal is kind of funny. Do you know how many times I have faced near death experience? why didn't I heal?" Jason asked staring at him.
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Everyone was silent when Clark got up but Jason didn't seem to mind. He was the CEO so they all need to show him some respect. Jason looked at his face and was satisfied. " Can we all have our seat?" He said staring at their faces. They all sat down with a bit of a murmur but Jason didn't seem to care. Mr Nicholas took a file and walked towards Jason. " The board just agreed to hae you step down from the company's CEO. They all think since Clark is around, he is in the right position to rule the company." He said dropping the file in front of Jason.Jason opened the file and stared the names of those who wanted him down from the throne. His eyes darted to some of the board members who supported him to claim the throne from Henry Carter and even went as far as to cast their votes for him. Now the same people want him down. Jaosn's gaze met with all of them trying to know if they were under Clark's threat. He knew it will be stupid of him to ask them if they were under any form o
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Jason rolled on the bed, he was visibly shaking and sweating. He seems to be having a back dream he couldn't wake up from but then he woke up with a loud noise making Raven burst the door open. He immediately rushed towards the open window and had it closed. He walked into the toilet to make sure it was closed too and no one was inside. Raven looked at Jason heaving heavily and ender what was going on. Today was the third day since the death of Marcus. He asked towards Jason in bed and gently placed a hand on his shoulders. " Do you want to talk about it?" Raven asked staring at him. But Jason waved his hand as he tried to catch his breath. " I am fine, Raven. We need to get down to work." He said getting out of bed. The few days had been tiring with Jason trying to fight off Clark and also get Leonard to join hands with him to help him get his father back. As Jaosn opened the shower to hit hot body that was heated like a furnace of hell. The steam came making him scared.
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The day was even busier than Jason had anticipated. His best friend was getting married, and that was all that mattered."Raven, make sure the venue is perfect. I don’t want a single thing out of place," Jason instructed, pacing around his office.Raven nodded. "The church is set. The priest is already waiting, and I've arranged for the best decorators in town. Everything will be flawless."Jason exhaled deeply and ran a hand through his hair. "Good. That’s good." He glanced at the clock. "Where is Marcus?""In his suite, sir," Raven replied. "He’s been sitting by the window, staring outside for the past hour."Jason frowned. He had known Marcus long enough to understand what that meant. "I’ll go talk to him."In his suite, Marcus sat with his hands clasped together, staring at the skyline. The sun cast golden rays across the city, making everything look unreal—like a dream he wasn’t meant to be a part of.Jason knocked once before stepping in. "You nervous?" he asked, his voice light
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The sound of the waves crashing against the shore faded into the background as Marcus clutched his head. The sharp pain, like needles piercing through his skull, sent shivers down his spine. Jessica crouched beside him, worry evident in her eyes."Marcus? What's wrong?" she asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.He squeezed his eyes shut as flashes of memories surged forward—Jason’s laughter, their late-night study sessions, the way they had each other’s backs no matter what. Then, a darker memory. Poison. Betrayal.Marcus shot up from the sand, his breathing ragged. "I need to see Jason."Jessica hesitated. "Are you sure? You’re not in the best condition to—""I have to, Jessica." He turned to her, desperation lacing his voice. "If I don’t do this now, I may never get the chance."Jessica studied him for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Let’s go."[ Jason’s mansion ]Jason leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. He had alot to consider now. The tho
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Marcus woke up and found himself back at the hospital with a male doctor hovering over him. "You are in safe hands, Mr. Marcus." The doctor said with a smile. Then his face suddenly got serious. "Mr. Marcus, you do know what is happening to you, right?" He asked, staring at him. "I know one thing, doctor: I don't remember my past, and I am dying soon." Marcus said with an icy tone. "I am sorry, Mr. Marcus, but you have just one week to do anything you feel like doing. I think it will be best to spend some quality time with your family if you have any." the doctor said with a sad countenance. Marcus did not say a word; rather, he asked the doctor when he would be getting discharged. "You are free to go now, Mr. Marcus. You don't seem to be in any pain. I am going to have one of my nurses draw up your bill, and you can be on your way." "Who brought me?" Marcus asked as the ivy was removed from his skin. "A friendly neighbor, Mr. Marcus. She said she found you unconscious when