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 message wasn’t for you, Jordan. It was a mistake. Just move on.”
Her words stung, but it was the casual way she said it that hurt the most.
“What’s going on, Diana?” I asked, hoping her explanation would ease my mind because I wasn’t sure I could handle the truth.
“What does it look like, Jordan? Don’t be so naive.”
“If it’s about the message, it wasn’t meant for you, it was for Mikky. I accidentally sent it to you,” her words shattered my world again.
I thought she might feel some remorse or at least a hint of shame, but she just stood there, her body language screaming for me to leave.
“Was everything we had just a joke?” I didn’t even know why I was asking, but I really hoped she’d give me some reassurance.
“There was never an 'us,' Jordan.I know my worth, and being around you just brings me down. I deserve better.” She walked over to Mikky, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I deserve someone like Mikky, not someone who’s got nothing going for him.” She said that right after breaking the kiss.
Mikky had this smug look on his face, and my fists clenched. I was on the brink of losing it. Jealousy washed over me.
I had always protected her, never even held her hand without her permission, and here she was, giving Mikky everything on a silver platter.
It made me more irritated than jealous, especially seeing how easily she seemed to throw it all away for a scholarship.
“You should be thankful I even gave you a chance, but whatever you think we had…” Diana pointed at me, then at herself, letting it sink in. “It’s over… everything, Jordan.”
I gasped, feeling like the ground had dropped out from under me. The world around me started to spin, and I grabbed a chair to steady myself.
I could hear whispers and murmurs behind me as students began to gather.
“Get out.” Diana spat, pointing towards the door.
Her tone was icy and threatening.
Mikky stepped up to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and she instantly switched from anger to a sultry smile, biting her lip. “No need to stress, Cherry. He can just stand there while we put on a show for him.”
“Shameless jerk!” I spat, my anger boiling over.
At that moment, his hand slipped under Diana's dress, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
I couldn’t take it anymore; I charged at him and landed a punch.
Mikky staggered back, but as he tried to come at me, I caught his weak hand and hit him again, sending him tumbling.
He ducked behind some chairs, trying to dodge me as I moved.
“What are you all staring at? Can’t someone control this mad dog?” Mikky yelled at the crowd, but most just ignored him, glued to the scene. Some were already on their phones, and I couldn’t help but worry about what kind of caption would accompany this on the school’s social platform.
"Hey everyone, I’m offering $300 to anyone who can handle this bulldog."
My eyes widened at the sight of cash being thrown around by Mikky.
He was literally buying his way through this. I shot a warning glare at the entrance, hoping to scare them off, but it was too late; a bunch of them were already rushing toward me, and in seconds, they had me pinned down.
Mikky approached and landed a solid punch right on me. I winced in pain, tasting blood in my mouth.
"Get him outside," Mikky ordered, leading the way.
I was still trying to break free, but they were way too strong for me, and I was quickly overpowered.
Pain coursed through me, but the adrenaline kept me pushing forward.
Mikky had that cocky grin creeping back as he walked over to me. "You're finished, busboy!" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.
He kicked me hard in the gut, and I groaned, my body curling up as his goons held me down, my arms and legs pinned.
I struggled to catch my breath, but it was pointless. Mikky wasn’t done with me yet.
He pressed his foot against my face, grinding his fancy shoe into my skin.
"This is your end!" he hissed, stomping down harder, the pressure becoming unbearable as he trampled me.
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
The crowd fell into a stunned silence, and the director’s smirk faltered for a brief moment before returning, though now tinged with disbelief. "Ten times?" The Director echoed, laughing mockingly. “You’re joking, right?”I didn’t flinch, keeping my gaze locked on his. "On one condition," I continued. "That Mikky is expelled from this school."Mikky doubled over, clutching his sides, while the director shook his head in disbelief. I could see my grandmother looking at me from my side view with wide eyes, as if I’d lost my mind. "Ten times?" the director repeated, struggling to contain his amusement. “That’s $20 million, Jordan. Are you sure you haven’t hit your head too hard? You expect us to believe that you can just pull $20 million out of thin air?”I remained unfazed, locking eyes with him. I could see his confidence waver for a moment, as if he wanted to believe me. But after sizing me up, he clearly concluded that I was mad. “Give me the school’s official account number, and I