Steve pulled the car to a halt in front of the airport building. Nathan turned to Avery with a smile. “You still want to do this?” He asked with his hand stretched out toward her. She took his hand into hers. “More than anything in the world. I’ve been running around for years and I never told you this but the main reason why I came back to Rockville was to make peace with your soul and then build my brand from scratch now that you’re here, I just want to spend as much time with you as possible, away from the whole chaos and drama. Just the two of us.” Nathan planted a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you so much, Avery.”She smiled. “I’m excited. It’s going to be my first time in Russia and I just can’t wait to explore the city with the love of my life.”Steve cleared his throat loudly. “Looks like I also need to find the love of my life and take her to Russia.”They laughed.Suddenly, Nathan’s phone began to ring. He heaved a deep sigh and turned to Avery. “It’s Charles.”“It’s over.”
CHAPTER ONE."You dingbat!" A voice yelled at Nathan.In a few hours he will turn 18 years old, and he spent his day cleaning the basketball court. He had pleaded with the coach to give him the cleaning contract, instead of hiring a professional cleaner to do the job. He looks up to see the owner of the unfriendly voice, only to get his face covered in a dirty sweaty smelly towel."I want that properly washed," Bernard said. "It's expensive, you probably can't afford it, even if you spent your entire life mopping basketball courts, so, you better not ruin my towel!"Nathan glared at Bernard in anger. He clenched his fist approaching him. "Be civil with your choice of words!"Bernard groaned, pulling Nathan's hair. Bernard was tall and huge, unlike small lanky Nathan. His masculine build was quite attractive."What did you say?" Bernard continued pulling his hair. "Will you wash the towel or not?""I never said I wouldn't wash it, just be civil while talking to me. that's all." Nathan
CHAPTER TWO."Hello? Baby." Nathan spoke into the phone. "Baby thank goodness you called. I was having such a terrible day.""That's not why I called, oh please spare me all that." Anabel's voice was husky and pissed. "I am not interested in any of that."Nathan nodded sadly, understanding Anabel was not in the mood. "How are you?" He managed to ask.Anabel's voice came out quickly over the phone. "There's a birthday party I need to attend tomorrow, our cheerleading captain is celebrating her birthday tomorrow night in a grand style. All my friends and cheerleaders will be going!"Nathan frowned deeply. Charlotte's birthday party was the least of his problems. "For the records I'm not going." He said firmly."Who's asking you to?" Anabel laughed. "There's no way she'll even invite you to her party. That's not why I called anyway.""Why did you call? I was working." Nathan said."I need 1000 dollars to buy a red dinner gown, we the cheerleading team has decided to storm the party in re
CHAPTER THREE.Was this a joke? 100 million dollars in his bank account? Nice one, his bank manager was definitely pulling some sort of stupid prank on him on his birthday.He remembered his last year's birthday, how Bernard pranked him:"Happy birthday, cleaner boy!" Bernard said, walking up to Nathan. "On behalf of the basketball team, we say a very happy birthday to you. In there is a new phone for you, an iPhone. Hence you don't have an iPhone, we contributed money to buy you one. The latest model actually.""Really?!" Nathan smiled looking at his teammates. "Thank you!""Throw your old phone away, man! Common, you've got a new phone!" Bernard led him on."Yeah sure." Nathan nodded, removing his sim card. He then threw his phone over the university's gate to a main road."Good riddance!" Bernard cheered. "Now take." He handed over a gift bag to Nathan.Nathan collected the gift bag in excitement, he opened the bag and discovered a toy phone. It was a toy phone!"It's a toy phone."
CHAPTER FOUR.Nathan didn't fall asleep the entire night. He kept pondering over his parents’ revelation. Imagining and fantasizing on how his life would be from now onwards.He got up early, had his bath, did his chores, and rushed over to his bank. He was too nervous to even have breakfast. He had to figure out if his parents were playing a prank on him. He nearly got hit by another when he got down from his.The bus driver cussed him out."You rascal!" The bus driver yelled. "Do you want to get me in trouble with the legal authorities?""I'm sorry." He apologized even though he wasn't at fault. The driver was simply a careless man, without a driver's license, maybe."Sorry for yo mama, stupid!" The driver yelled.He ignored the driver and raced towards the bank. He saw the driver park his bus and step out, chasing after him. The hell! What a lunatic that shouldn't be behind a gear. The driver continued chasing after him until the driver bumped into the police.That was Nathan's sav
CHAPTER FIVE.The customer care lady strode out of the manager's office and approached Nathan."Hello sir." She said respectfully. "Here's your coffee, cream filled." She handed Nathan a cup of coffee."Thank you." Nathan smiled, sipping his coffee, just the way he loved it. Money was indeed powerful. Now he understood the saying: money rules the world.Anabel laughed horribly. "Sir? Common miss, don't waste your time. He's not worth the V.I.P treatment, he's got nothing less than 50 dollars in his account." She looked at the man she was with, rubbing his chest. "This is the real deal.""Oh no girl," The lady shook her head. " He has 100 million dollars in his account, currently he is our most valued customer."Anabel and the man laughed."I'm telling you miss; he is poor. Just yesterday he was just a loser with only 100 thousand dollars, not millions. Don't let him fool you.""He makes a living by washing dirty clothes for the basketball team in the university. He couldn't even affor
CHAPTER SIX.Nathan sat in Bart's office, staring at him. His face covered in shame. Maybe this was the end of the prank. What was he expecting? Too much fairy tales was messing up with him to have even thought he was suddenly rich over night.Or could his father be involved in some sort of fraud? And made up lies about owning an empire? Could his father really sell him out?If his father was into dubious things, he'd never rat him out.Bart cleared his throat, straightening up. "This account belong to the Alcantara family.""Yes, I am a son of the family." Nathan answered, more confused and frustrated."But your name is Nathan Smith." Bart said."Alcantara is our family's surname. My dad's name is Smith, so in full my name is Nathan Smith Alcantara." Nathan tried to clarify. "I prefer to answer my dad's name." "You do know impersonation is a serious crime, yeah?" Bart asked, raising his eye brows."I am not impersonating anyone." Nathan said firmly."Very well then, I have to verify
CHAPTER SEVEN.Nathan's gaze roamed appreciatively over the room. He grinned at Bart.Suddenly Bart spoke to him with respect and honor. That was the power of money. Money was indeed the ultimate. Now he had money, he felt powerful."Enjoy, Nathan." Bart said, smiling nervously. "Really happy to have met you. it's a pleasure.""Bad days are gone." Nathan muttered to himself. "Dreams come true. oh yeah, they do..""Excuse me?" Bart leaned forward, towards Nathan."Nothing." Nathan firmly said."Okay, Sir." Bart said the last word uneasily. If wishes were horses.Nathan nodded sheepishly. He didn't know how to feel. He was still struggling to overcome his surprise and shock. Just yesterday he was some poor kid mopping the floor, today his family were the richest in the world? Perfect example of miracle."I'll be on my way now," Nathan said, flipping his gold card."Thank you, hoping to see you around." Bart smiled in a cool way.Nathan majestically walked outside Bart's office, dipping