James couldn’t help but smirk as he read through the high school reunion chat on his phone. The messages from Luke Hunter, flaunting his “success” and throwing jabs about James’s past poverty, were nothing short of juvenile. The insults piled up, old accusations resurfacing, and his former classmates joined in, laughing at his expense.
Same old Luke, James thought, feeling a familiar anger simmer inside him. Memories of high school came flooding back—the day Luke had framed him for theft, the shame he endured, the way everyone had turned on him. But today, he wasn’t that powerless teenager anymore. He was ready to respond… in his own way.
James opened his banking app, set up a string of transfers, each accompanied by a custom message, and began sending money into the group chat.
A notification appeared in the chat:
James Smith sent $50
“Luke is a dumbass.”Within seconds, another:
James Smith sent $100
“Luke is a coward.”The chat exploded with curiosity and laughter as each new transaction hit, each one laced with another jab at Luke.
“What’s going on?” one former classmate typed, confused but intrigued.
“Free money? I’ll take it!” another replied, laughing.
James Smith sent $200
“Luke, bite me if you can!”People began accepting the transfers eagerly, laughing and repeating the messages as they joined in. The insults spread, echoing through the group chat as more people accepted the money, unaware of who was behind it or why.
Finally, their old high school teacher joined the chat, confused but intrigued by the free cash and copied the message: “Luke is a coward.”
Luke’s frustration was visible, his replies growing angry and desperate as he tried to stop the chaos. “Whoever is doing this—stop it right now!”
But the chat continued to spiral until James was finally removed from the group. He put his phone away, satisfied. The wealth his father had left him wasn’t just a lifeline—it was freedom, power, and, in this case, a bit of poetic justice.
Arriving at the towering Maple Properties building, James paused, taking in the sleek glass exterior. Just a few years ago, he had been thrown out of this very building, humiliated and penniless, while asking for wages he was rightfully owed. Today, he was returning—but this time, as the company’s new CEO.
As he approached the entrance, a security captain stepped forward, eyeing him skeptically. “What do you want?” the captain asked, his tone dismissive. “Here to demand money or something?”
James smiled calmly. “Actually, I’m here for business. My business.”
The captain raised an eyebrow, sizing him up. “Look, if you’re here to ask for a job—”
Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind. “Well, if it isn’t the pauper,” sneered Luke, stepping out of his car. He looked James up and down, still smug but visibly irritated from the group chat fiasco.
James turned to face him, holding his gaze with steady, unflinching eyes. “Luke,” he greeted, his tone cool and composed. “Funny seeing you here.”
Luke crossed his arms, his expression a mix of arrogance and frustration. “Thought you could humiliate me in that group chat and get away with it, huh? Still pulling those cheap tricks, I see.”
James smiled, unfazed. “Cheap? The money seemed to work pretty well, didn’t it? You could call it an investment in honesty.”
Luke scowled, shifting uncomfortably. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? But at the end of the day, you’re still just a nobody.”
“Maybe I was,” James replied, stepping closer until he was eye-to-eye with Luke. “But things have changed.”
Luke scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Oh yeah? Enlighten me. What could possibly be different?”
James glanced up at the Maple Properties logo gleaming above them. “I’m here to take over Maple Properties as CEO. So, if you’re looking for a ‘somebody,’ Luke, you might want to take a closer look.”
Luke’s jaw dropped, the smirk slipping from his face as the weight of James’s words sank in.
James offered a final, unwavering smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a business to run.” He strode toward the entrance, leaving Luke stunned, facing the reality that the man he once humiliated was now in control of an empire.
Luke’s voice echoed across the lobby of Maple Properties as he strode toward James, his expression smug with exaggerated authority. “James! Didn’t expect to see you here so soon. Or did you come to beg for a real job?”James looked up from his phone, his calm demeanor only fueling Luke’s ire. He chose silence, watching as Luke’s eyes narrowed, irate.“Silent, huh? Figures.” Luke turned to the security guards and barked, “Get this guy a mop and bucket. He’s perfect for the toilets.”The security captain, a wiry man with a barely concealed smirk, jumped in. “You heard the man, James. Time to clean up after the real employees.” He chuckled, elbowing his fellow guards, who joined in the mockery.Luke stepped closer, his voice low but full of venom. “You think you can embarrass me in front of everyone, and I’ll just let it slide? No chance. You’re going to remember your place, pauper.”James stood his ground, his calm gaze never leaving Luke. If only you knew, he thought, swallowing the ur
The dim light of the restroom flickered above as James stood cornered by two security guards, their sneers making it clear they relished this moment.“Guess you didn’t think you’d end up back here, did you, ‘Mr. Carter’?” one guard jeered, pushing him toward the stalls. “Still pretending to be someone important?”James remained silent, his gaze steady despite the humiliation. Let them think they have the upper hand, he told himself. Their time will come.Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He managed to pull it out, seeing Alexis Lane’s name flash across the screen. But before he could answer, the guard nearest him snatched the phone.“Well, well, what’s this? Ms. Lane is calling you? Trying to get help, huh?” The guard laughed and answered the call, pressing the speaker button.“Hello, James?” Alexis’s voice was sharp, laced with authority. “Where are you?”“Oh, James is a little busy right now,” the guard sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Why don’t you mind your bu
James strode down the hallway of Maple Properties, his steps quick and resolute, the echo of Ray and the guards’ humiliation still lingering in his mind. Alexis walked beside him, her demeanor professional and respectful, an evident contrast to the earlier mockery he had faced.She gestured toward a set of polished mahogany doors. “Mr. Carter, here’s your office,” she said, opening the door to reveal a spacious, luxurious workspace with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.James took in the opulent setting—a modern desk, state-of-the-art equipment, and plush leather seating arranged around a glass coffee table. He turned to Alexis, his expression calm but curious. “Quite the upgrade from the construction site, don’t you think?”She managed a smile, an acknowledgment of his past. “I’m genuinely sorry for how you were treated earlier. It was inexcusable.”James gave her a curt nod. “I appreciate your support, Alexis. And I’ll need it, especially as we investigate Ray’s
James stood his ground, his gaze unwavering as Dr. Robert Blake smirked, eyes gleaming with arrogant malice. “You think you can record me and get away with it, Carter?” Robert sneered, signaling to the guards. “Take his phone. I want it destroyed.”The three guards advanced, each grabbing for his arms. James twisted, dodging their reach as he held his phone high. “This recording will be heard,” he said, his voice firm. “And everyone will know what you’ve done to Emily.”Robert laughed, a cruel sound. “You’re playing with fire, James. I could have you and your family blacklisted from every medical institution in the state.”A murmur went through the crowd of patients and visitors gathering in the corridor, their expressions shifting from confusion to outrage as they took in the scene.“This is terrible! They shouldn’t treat her like this!” someone whispered.But Robert’s gaze turned icy, and with a swift glare, he silenced the bystanders. “If any of you interfere, I’ll make sure you re
The corridor was silent save for the harsh, echoing sound of Richard’s strikes against Todd’s legs. Each brutal blow resonated with sickening cracks, and Todd’s screams filled the air as his bones shattered. His once-arrogant demeanor was gone, replaced by bloodied, broken agony. James watched without flinching, feeling a strange satisfaction at the justice unfolding before him.Laura, Todd’s mother, lunged forward, her face twisted with rage. “You monster!” she screamed, her voice raw with fury. “You can’t do this to my son!”Richard turned calmly and, without hesitation, kicked her back with a force that sent her sprawling to the ground. He took a step forward, towering over her. “I suggest you stay silent,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Or you’ll find yourself joining him.”Laura’s face paled, and she crawled backward, too terrified to speak. Henry, Todd’s father, stood frozen, his eyes wide with fear as he realized the danger of crossing James and his powerful allies.Dr.
As James stood by Emily’s bedside, Michael Grant’s words echoed in his mind. “Victor Hill and Maple Group have a significant stake in this hospital. In a way, Mr. Carter, you’re effectively one of its owners.” James was still absorbing the weight of this revelation. His inheritance had afforded him much more than financial security—it had granted him influence, real power to protect and defend those he cared about.He thanked Michael once more for his support and headed out of the hospital, feeling an immense sense of relief. Emily would receive the best care available, and those who had dared mistreat her now understood just how deeply connected he was.Outside, Richard offered him a ride. “Allow me, Mr. Carter. I insist.”James smiled, but he shook his head. “Thanks, Richard, but I need some time to think. I’ll make my own way there.”The crisp night air felt grounding as he walked away from the hospital, his mind still turning over the events of the day. Just then, his phone buzzed
James clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on the floor. “You took every penny,” he whispered, his voice laced with barely restrained anger. “That money was for my sister’s medical bills, Helen.”Helen Shaw scoffed, folding her arms with a look of complete disdain. “That money was wasted on a useless fool like you. My son deserves a proper wedding, and you don’t deserve to be part of this family. You’re pathetic.”James swallowed hard, his mind spinning with the weight of her words. For three years, I’ve tried to make this work, to be what they expect, but no matter what I do, it’s never enough. He fought the urge to retaliate, knowing it would only worsen things.Pamela stood silently behind her mother, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “Mom… maybe he just… Maybe James needs a break.”“Pamela, don’t defend him,” Helen snapped, her voice icy. “He’s failed you. Failed everyone. I’ve told him a hundred times to leave you. He’s nothing but a leech.”James felt his chest tighten as he glanc
James tried to process the shock as he faced Victor in the grand, opulent office.“So… you’re telling me my father, the man who couldn’t afford hospital bills, was secretly a billionaire?” James’s voice was thick with disbelief.Victor nodded, his gaze steady. “Not just a billionaire, James. He built Maple Group, one of the largest conglomerates in the country. And as of today, it’s all yours.”James laughed bitterly. “This feels like some kind of joke. Why would he keep this hidden from us?”Victor’s expression softened. “David was a man of many secrets, but he wanted you to inherit everything once you were ready. Today is that day.”James shook his head, struggling to understand. “So… my sister? Her medical expenses?”Victor leaned forward. “Taken care of. A private team is with her as we speak.”James exhaled slowly, relief flooding him. “Thank you… I mean, thank you for everything. But I just… I don’t understand why my father would let us live like that.”Victor studied him for a