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The Invincible Student Heir Chapter 192
The cameras flash. Always flashing. Like a strobe light hell. 'Click. Click. Click'. I straighten my tie. Cheap polyester. Scratchy. 'Good'. Reminds me I’m not one of them. The podium’s edge digs into my palms. Cold steel. Biting. The crowd’s a blur. Suits. Lipstick. Teeth. Hungry for blood. “Ladies. Gentlemen.” I let the mic screech. Feedback whines. They flinch. 'Perfect'. “Tonight, we carve out the 'rot'.” A paperweight sits on the podium. Glass. Useless. I hurl it sideways. It explodes against the wall. 'Crash'. The crowd jumps. A reporter spills his coffee. Dark liquid bleeds across the road. 'Symbolic'. I don’t laugh. “Coker,” I say slowly. Let the syllables rot in the air. “Saint of the City? 'Bullshit'.” The screen behind me flickers. Grainy footage. Coker’s docks. Midnight. Shadows slithering. Crates cracked open. White powder glowing. Ghostly. “Drugs.” I click the remote. Next slide: Judge Eleanor Pryce. Diamond earrings. Smug grin. Pocketing an envelope thick as a b
The Invincible Student Heir Chapter 193
The crowd swarms City Hall’s steps again. Always with their banners, their chants, their 'hope'. I lean against the stone column, arms crossed. The mic waits. I don’t. “You want a mayor?” My voice cuts through the noise. They freeze. “Pick one. Not me.” Signs drop. Faces crumple. A woman in front—frayed coat, eyes red—steps forward. “But you 'exposed' the rot. You 'know' who’s clean!” “I know 'nobody’s' clean.” I jab a finger at the courthouse. Its cracked dome glints in the sun. “You think I’m your savior? I’m the guy who lights matches. 'You' rebuild.” Murmurs rise. A man shouts, “We 'trust' you!” Others echo. Trust. A fragile word. Brittle. “Trust?” I laugh. Hollow. “Trust got Gregory Tran killed. Trust let Coker fester. 'Trust' is your problem.” I turn to leave. Hands grab my sleeve. Desperate. Clammy. “Please,” the woman begs. “Just… guide us.” I shake her off. “Guidance costs extra.” ''' They follow me home. Petitions piled on my doorstep. Candles lit like a
The Invincible Student Heir Chapter 1
I stood outside the girls' dorm, buzzing with excitement. I couldn't believe how quickly I got there as I read the text again, muttering it under my breath in disbelief. [Hey handsome, can you come over right now? I’m alone and bored, craving something hard and warm. I promise I’ll do all the work. We’ll take it slow, and you’re going to scream.]I was in shock. Diana and I had been together for over a year, and she had never invited me to her place before. Our relationship had always been pretty low-key, but seeing that message made it clear she wanted to take things up a notch. We usually spent our time together at the library before my evening shifts.Yesterday, she mentioned she wouldn’t be heading to the library, so I figured I’d skip it too and just take a break. But now I can tell she’s missing me and wants to see me. I made my way to her room, ready to knock, when I heard a weird noise that made me stop. I double-checked her room number, and yep, it was the same. “I tho
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I barged in, and as soon as they saw me, they scrambled to gather their clothes in a panic. "How dare you barge into a woman’s room like that! Don’t you have any manners?" Diana snapped, her face twisted with indignation."I bet his parents were too busy reproducing to even remember their responsibilities," Mikky chimed in with a sneer. I shot him a deadly glare, my fists clenched with fury, before turning my full attention to Diana.“Did you send me those texts just so I could walk in on this mess?!” I snapped, struggling to keep my anger in check.Diana didn’t respond; instead, she dashed to grab her phone and started typing furiously. I watched her, feeling a mix of hurt and rage. I had done so much for her, and this was how she repaid me. I had gone above and beyond to make her happy, even when it meant risking my own tuition.I even bought her the phone she was using. My heart sank when she finally found what she was looking for, tossed the phone aside, and rolled her eyes.
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The crowd erupted in laughter.The pain was excruciating, radiating through every part of my body as I lay helpless on the cold ground. I tried to stand, but my legs gave out beneath me, my muscles too weak and beaten. Mikky’s lackeys had done their job well, keeping me pinned while their fists and feet drove the point home—I was nothing compared to him.Around me, the crowd cheered with satisfaction, enjoying every second of my humiliation. Not a single person stepped forward to help. They were entertained, not concerned. I felt completely alone, battered and broken, struggling to catch my breath. I turned my gaze, trying to find Diana, hoping for a glimmer of sympathy—anything that showed she still cared, even a little.But there she was, arms folded, a smug smile on her face. She was proud of this. Proud to see me beaten, and humiliated like an insect beneath Mikky’s feet. My stomach churned, but not just from the physical pain—it was the emotional betrayal that crushed me.
The Invincible Student Heir Chapter 4
The car hummed again, almost as if sending signals to the men standing before me, their heads bowed. “Mr. Jordan, please, you have to come with us.” I observed them closely as they stood in two neat lines, one opposite the other, leaving a narrow space between.Or did Mikky send his men to kidnap me? No, this can’t be. Mikky's car is flashy, but this... this is way too luxurious for him. The sleek white Rolls-Royce, the polished interior—it didn’t match his obnoxious flaunting of wealth. He’s rich, sure, but not like this."Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice firmer this time, though a knot tightened in my chest, and my body still ached from the earlier ordeal. I wasn’t in the mood for more trouble.The man in front, the one who had greeted me so respectfully, looked down at his feet, pretending he hadn’t heard the question. Another man, standing just behind him, shifted uncomfortably."Mr. Jordan," the first man began again, "it's best if you just come with us. We’ll expl
The Invincible Student Heir Chapter 5
The guys who brought me here were totally quiet as they guided me further into the mansion, leaving my questions hanging without answers.More bodyguards were scattered around, their expressions impossible to read.And whoever owned this place… they definitely had plans for me. I couldn’t find a way out; every escape route I thought of felt pointless, and I had no clue how to navigate my way back.My steps stumbled when I noticed an unfamiliar old man standing in the center of the room. He had this regal vibe, decked out in a sharp suit that practically shouted wealth and his gray hair was slicked back with a precision that only someone used to luxury could manage. His posture was straight, but his eyes… there was something familiar in them.When our gazes met, he paused for just a moment, then his face transformed. His eyes sparkled with an emotion I couldn't quite identify—was it shock, relief, or maybe excitement? It was like he’d seen a ghost.The man stood up, almost stumbling
The Invincible Student Heir Chapter 6
I stood there, numb, as the weight of his words sank in. This was real. I wasn’t just some mistake or outsider—they were saying I belonged to this family, a family that seemed like something out of a dream. How was this even possible? My mind was reeling, desperately searching for some explanation. But before I could speak, my grandfather’s eyes sparkled with an excitement that seemed to have been bottled up for years.He motioned for me to sit, his voice taking on a serious tone. “There’s so much you need to know, Jordan.” I hesitated, my heart pounding, but finally, I sat down. He leaned forward, hands clasped tightly, his gaze never leaving mine. “You’re not just inheriting a name. The Langston family isn’t just wealthy; we’re an empire. We are the Langston Consortium.”“Langston Consortium?” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper as the enormity of what he was saying began to sink in.“Yes,” he nodded firmly, his expression intense. “The Langston Consortium isn’t just any busin
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Chapter 193
The crowd swarms City Hall’s steps again. Always with their banners, their chants, their 'hope'. I lean against the stone column, arms crossed. The mic waits. I don’t. “You want a mayor?” My voice cuts through the noise. They freeze. “Pick one. Not me.” Signs drop. Faces crumple. A woman in front—frayed coat, eyes red—steps forward. “But you 'exposed' the rot. You 'know' who’s clean!” “I know 'nobody’s' clean.” I jab a finger at the courthouse. Its cracked dome glints in the sun. “You think I’m your savior? I’m the guy who lights matches. 'You' rebuild.” Murmurs rise. A man shouts, “We 'trust' you!” Others echo. Trust. A fragile word. Brittle. “Trust?” I laugh. Hollow. “Trust got Gregory Tran killed. Trust let Coker fester. 'Trust' is your problem.” I turn to leave. Hands grab my sleeve. Desperate. Clammy. “Please,” the woman begs. “Just… guide us.” I shake her off. “Guidance costs extra.” ''' They follow me home. Petitions piled on my doorstep. Candles lit like a
Chapter 192
The cameras flash. Always flashing. Like a strobe light hell. 'Click. Click. Click'. I straighten my tie. Cheap polyester. Scratchy. 'Good'. Reminds me I’m not one of them. The podium’s edge digs into my palms. Cold steel. Biting. The crowd’s a blur. Suits. Lipstick. Teeth. Hungry for blood. “Ladies. Gentlemen.” I let the mic screech. Feedback whines. They flinch. 'Perfect'. “Tonight, we carve out the 'rot'.” A paperweight sits on the podium. Glass. Useless. I hurl it sideways. It explodes against the wall. 'Crash'. The crowd jumps. A reporter spills his coffee. Dark liquid bleeds across the road. 'Symbolic'. I don’t laugh. “Coker,” I say slowly. Let the syllables rot in the air. “Saint of the City? 'Bullshit'.” The screen behind me flickers. Grainy footage. Coker’s docks. Midnight. Shadows slithering. Crates cracked open. White powder glowing. Ghostly. “Drugs.” I click the remote. Next slide: Judge Eleanor Pryce. Diamond earrings. Smug grin. Pocketing an envelope thick as a b
Chapter 191
The world was expecting my return My disappearance was all they talked about for weeks, the people, the media. Everyone was growing restless as theories of what might have happened to me were all over the place.The suspense and everything made me happy.I let them talk, I let the suspense build. Staying silent was just the perfect game, one which I was well skilled in.I wanted to make them want me, to make them desperate for my return. Such that when I finally reappear, it would be a hit.And just as I pictured it, it happened.I picked the biggest television in the country as the stage for my grand come back— or whatever the world called it.Every newspaper headline screamed my name “JORDAN SPEAKS!” “THE TRUTH REVEALED WITH JORDAN!” As the countdown to my appearance on tv began.It was all anyone could talk about, all everyone could think of. News anchors debated what I might reveal, social media buzzed with assumptions and most importantly, Mr Coker, the fool trying to work his w
Chapter 190
Jordan’s POVFirst, a ding, followed by a mild vibration.A smirk played on my lips as I dipped my hand excitedly into my pocket and brought out my phone. I had been expecting this message and it came at the perfect time.My eyes scanned the notification on the phone after which I unlocked it to view it better.It was from FriendsMe, a secret platform I and Josh created when we were just kids, whispering about taking over the world in hushed tones.Back then, FriendsMe had been a platform where we could dream big and fantasize about anything. It was our safe haven where we could plot our future and plot ideas without anyone watching us.But things had changed— I had changed.“I know it is you. Behind all of this. The accidents. The disappearances. The chaos. It’s you, isn’t it?” Josh asked.I let out a chuckle as I read the message again. Josh had always been smart but he wasn’t smart enough.I left the message on read and wanted to lock it when another message came in.“Listen man, I
Chapter 189
Jordan's POVThe scent of fresh paint and polished wood filled the air as I stepped into the Langston Consortium’s main building. Truly it was fascinating how far we have come and I was so proud of myself.Months of silence had been replaced with ringing phones, busy days and nights, we had so many clients that we had to open a waiting list and that still got filled up.I walked through the hall, hands tucked into my pockets, watching the company my grandfather built come alive once more. It was mine now and I hoped he was proud of the slight changes I made.His death didn't go unpunished and I wouldn't let anything happen to this company no matter the cost.Near the entrance, an older man in a faded suit approached, his steps hesitant. His gaze held quiet hope. “Mr. Jordan, I’ve been with this company for thirty years. My loyalty has never wavered. I—”I lifted a hand, cutting him off gently. “The past stays in the past. It’s time for something new.” I uttered in a finite toneHis th
Chapter 188
Jordan's POVThe courtroom was filled with tension. No one said a word but you could feel it in the air as we waited for the video to play.Mr. Coker sat stiffly at the defendant’s table, fingers locked together as though he wanted to strangle me.His lawyer whispered something, but he didn’t react. His jaw worked as if grinding gravel, his eyes shifting to the large screen where the next piece of evidence played.It was a briefcase exchanged proving Coker had bribed the inspector. The official took it with a quick glance over his shoulder, counted the cash, then nodded. Mr. Coker’s voice came through as he gave clear instructions. “This needs to be handled. No complications.”Gasps rippled through the courtroom.I leaned forward, hands gripping the armrest of my chair. My throat felt dry. Across from me, Mr. Coker’s wife pressed a hand to her mouth, face drained of color.The prosecutor stepped forward. His eyes flicked to the judge, then back to the screen. “For the record, this foo
Chapter 187
The weight of my words had barely settled before the world caught fire.We couldn't even continue the interview because of how fast the clips circulated on news channels, social media posts multiplying like cells under a microscope. The video surged past fifty million views in hours, tearing through every platform like a storm with no intention of slowing down. "Jordan Langston exposes billionaire Coker in a shocking interview!""Explosive truth: Young heir accuses Coker of murder!""What really happened to Mr. Langston? The answer stuns the world!"Comments, opinions, speculations poured in. Some hailed me as brave, a warrior dragging hidden rot into the light. Others called me reckless, a kid playing with fire, a target painting himself in the brightest red.I sat in the dim glow of my phone screen, scrolling, skimming, watching my own words loop over and over. The sound of hurried footsteps pulled me from the trance. The door swung open. My mother stood there, her breath uneven,
Chapter 186
I straightened in my chair wiping off invisible dirt off my suit, I was to look perfect today.We were at the TV station, bright lights beamed overhead, hot against my skin but I didn't break a sweat, we were surrounded by cameras and the interview team.Beside me, my lawyer adjusted his cuffs, his movements smooth, practiced, deliberate. He smelled like expensive cologne and fresh paper, like someone who knew his way around battles fought with words instead of fists.“You good Jordan” he muttered not out of care but hoped I wouldn't make the wrong move.“Never better” I reassured, giving a smile that would be stuck on my face for most of the interview.Soon the interviewer took her seat, a woman with clipped curls and eyes that held the hunger of someone searching for a story, she leaned forward. Her lips, painted the color of ripe cherries, parted as she spoke.“Nice to have you here today” she began giving a big smile for the camera before she returned to us."Mr Jordan, given the
Chapter 185
I trust Silvia to do just as I've told her to. All I was expecting at the moment was just results, results of the strings I was going to pull, something he'd never recover from. At some point, I felt selfish. I was literally putting Silvia's life on the line because I know he'd surely come for her after everything's going to be leaked. I should have tried another alternative. It just occurred to me. I gnashed my teeth in regret. I've been running for my own life and now I'd have to protect two souls at the same time, I grabbed my phone, “Silvia…yeah I know…as soon as you're done, grab a few stuffs and come over…I have spaces here…I know, but believe me when I say this, Coker will come for your head and he won't take chances, that's why I said you should come” I hung up the call almost immediately. I've said what needed to be said. Preparations for the primaries to determine who the flag bearer for the parties was almost underway. I'm sure Coker will be all smiles, with the mindset
