The Fortune System: Son of Wealth

The Nashville estate sprawled out in tranquility, guards casually patrolling the grounds. Their footsteps created a rhythmic echo, the only audible cadence in the serene surroundings.Amidst the magnificent structures, an air of quietude enveloped the estate. The hush, both comforting and unsettling, extended across the entire property. Even the central building, the hub for crucial meetings and gatherings, echoed with the same stillness that resonated through the vastness of the estate. The peace hung in the air like a delicate balance, undisturbed yet carrying a subtle tension that added a layer of intrigue to the otherwise calm scene.The central building, a marvel crafted by skilled experts, showcased its magnificence with a breathtaking design that spanned six stories. With both an internal elevator and an external one, it stood as a testament to architectural prowess.Internally, the building unfolded as a tapestry of intricate designs, tailored to the unique specifications of t

“Love is blind? Indeed. That's why I fell for their bullshit in the first place.”“Love is a beautiful thing? Whoever said that was drugged when such words left their mouth.”Love hurts? That's a fact!”“I should've just refused when I was offered the contract… No, I didn't have a choice the moment it was offered to me. My fate had been sealed from that second.”“Damn it all!”Within the confines of a six-meter squared room, with stone walls and a muddied floor, a young male voice muttered words audible only to himself."All this nonsense wouldn't have happened in the first place if I'd been rich enough to pay off the debt!"Thud!At the end of his statement, a loud sound resonated, suggesting something was thrown to the floor."Fuck! That hurt!" The male voice cursed as the owner struggled up from the muddied floor, rubbing his forehead with his only functioning hand.Nathan had woken up to broken body parts, each movement sending waves of pain through him. With great effort, he mana

Winston sat on his chair within a specific room on the bottom floor of the central building, dressed in his pyjamas as it was the middle of the night.He had summoned Nathan from where he was confined, and now the miserable husband of his most beautiful granddaughter stood before him with scarlet-red skin and torn clothes. Winston prepared to address the individual who had garnered his attention, the attention of the family head.With a few hours remaining before dawn, the pervasive stillness of slumber enveloped the surroundings, rendering every corner silent.Within the room, five individuals occupied the space. Winston's son, Haden, who also happened to be Nathan's father-in-law, stood alongside Nathan. Two special security guards stood watch, a precautionary measure in case Nathan decided to act out of line.Nathan stood before Winston with his subtle, newfound grin—a touch of confidence that added a certain charm to his demeanor. To Winston and Haden, however, it felt like Nathan