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 thought she said she was alone,” I said to myself, feeling a bit let down.
Still, I figured I’d see her anyway, even if we couldn’t do exactly what we wanted.
This time, the sound was more like a moan, and I frowned. Could it be her roommate and her boyfriend getting cozy?
That seemed likely.
I chuckled at the thought of me and Diana in a similar situation; it would be amazing.
The moaning got louder, and I felt a bit awkward for them since they didn’t seem to care that anyone could hear.
But then I heard a familiar voice that jolted me.
It was Diana!
The moaning mixed with her words, and I caught snippets like, “I hope I’ll be the lucky student getting the scholarship this year.” My heart dropped, and I felt my face go pale.
“My dad has taken care of the school donations; all I need to do is talk to the school to get your name sorted. It’s that easy, Dolly.”
His arrogance made it clear who he was right away.
That was Michael Coker.
His family owns Coker Enterprise, one of the biggest companies in town. They’re known for their hefty donations, and Mikky, as everyone calls him, is super popular and practically untouchable at school.
But that arrogance has earned him a bad reputation; he gets away with some pretty outrageous stuff. That’s just how power works around here.
Mikky’s a spoiled brat.
He once pressured his girlfriend into getting an abortion, and when she refused, he sent his goons to beat her up, which led to some serious trouble for her.
Her family threatened to take him to court, but then that story just vanished. I guess his dad cleaned it all up, like they always do.
I totally didn’t get why Diana would settle for someone like him, someone every girl should steer clear of.
My heart raced with curiosity as I gripped the doorknob, ready to open the door, but I hesitated when I heard my name.
“Uh, the busboy, what’s his name? The one you hang out with at school.”
“Jordan?”
“Yeah, Jordan.I caught wind that the school was thinking about giving him an award for his academic excellence and impressive performance. “
My heart did a little flip as I leaned in to catch more of the conversation.
“…but I already asked my dad to secure the spot. You know, I made a promise to myself, and it’s an easy win for me.”
“What? ”
“That busboy is your friend, right? You must feel sorry for him, don’t you?” Mikky asked.
“Feel sorry? For that jerk? No way! I’ve wanted to ditch him for ages. We’ve been together for a year, but we’ve never slept together. ” Their laughter echoed in the air.
“And you know what? That loser Jordan doesn’t even know who his parents are," Diana added.
"Whoa, hold up! Are you serious?" Mikky asked, shocked.
"Yes! He lives with his old grandmother, who’s just a cleaner. You don’t actually expect me to stay with someone like that for long, do you? He’s not worth it. I only used him for my own gain," Diana said, her voice dripping with disdain.
Hearing her words, my heart clenched in agony.
The pain was unbearable.
Diana was the only one I had trusted with my darkest secret—about not knowing who my parents were, and now she had turned it into a weapon to insult me.
I had no memories of them. I’d lived with my grandmother for as long as I could remember, and she had been everything to me.
Anger surged through my veins, and I felt the weight of betrayal crushing me.
“I’m still trying to wrap my head around what you said earlier," Mikky continued with a cruel laugh. "I mean… it’s crazy… even if his mother got pregnant by a dog, the least they could do is figure out which one!"
Their mocking laughter filled the air, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
In a blind rage, I kicked the door open, and it flew wide with a bang.
Their laughter died instantly as they turned to meet my furious gaze.
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.
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 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 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
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
“After your graduation, you will inherit everything—the entire Langston Consortium.”“The entire consortium? But why the rush, Grandpa?” I asked, my face betraying my shock. I was only a student and not a business mogul, the idea of managing a massive consortium was unimaginable. The discomfort of it all made me pull a funny expression.“Don’t worry, I’ll be here to guide you. I won’t throw you into the deep end without support. But my priority is to hand everything over and... focus on my health.”I swallowed hard, feeling the enormity of what he was saying.His pride was palpable, but behind it, I could sense the years of weight he had carried. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek platinum card. The logo on it was familiar; I had seen it on almost everything, including Grandfather’s phone and the documents handed to me earlier. I quickly recognized it as the Langston logo, with many items, especially gadgets, being customized and carrying the logo design.He handed me
I couldn’t take it anymore. Watching them degrade the woman who had raised me—who had sacrificed everything for me—I felt my chest burn with rage.I rushed to them and stopped my grandmother from kneeling. Mikky’s eyes locked onto mine just as I approached, and that smirk of his deepened.“Well, well, look who it is—the pauper himself,” Mikky sneered. “Come to watch the show, busboy? Maybe you could serve us some wine and cheese to make it more fun and memorable”I clenched my fists, fighting to keep my cool. I wanted nothing more than to knock that smug look off his face.“Grandma,” I said, stepping in front of her protectively. “Let’s go. You don’t need to beg anyone for anything.”Mikky stepped forward, blocking my path. “Oh, leaving so soon? I thought we were just getting started,” he said.I glared at him, my voice low and uninterested in his antics. “Move.”He laughed. “Or what? You’ll hit me again, Jordan? You want to make this worse for yourself?”I glanced briefly at Diana,
I froze, my fist mid-air, my body trembling with rage. I slowly turned to see Mr. Martins, the school director, storming toward us. His expression was clearly annoyed, his gaze fixed squarely on me. Diana stood behind him, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her lips. Yeah, she called him. But who cares anyways.Diana stepped forward, her voice filled with false concern. "Mr. Martins, thank goodness you’re here. Jordan just attacked Mikky out of nowhere like a wild animal. He’s been holding a grudge ever since that fight in the dorms, and now he's taken it too far. Look at Mikky!” Her tone was all too sweet, her words carefully chosen to paint me as the villain.Mikky groaned dramatically from the ground, clutching his side as if I’d broken every bone in his body, well I guess I did. “He went crazy! I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t listen. He just jumped me—he's out of control, Mr. Martins!”I clenched my fists, still fuming with rage, yet somehow, a part of me felt