Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Seven Vincent awoke to the soft glow of dawn, the residue of the dream still lingering in the recesses of his mind. The room, bathed in the early morning light, felt both familiar and otherworldly. He sat up, the sheets cascading around him like a curtain unveiling the ordinary yet enigmatic stage of his existence.As he dressed for the day, the dream's surreal narrative played like a silent film in the background of his thoughts. The incongruity of quintillions dollars and opulence juxtaposed against the mundane routine of dressing for school left him grappling with the complexities of his own psyche.Vincent fastened the buttons of his shirt with a deliberateness that belied the tumult within. The dream, though vivid, seemed to slip through his fingers like sand, leaving only fragments of uncertainty in its wake.Descending the staircase, he entered the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the anticipation of the day ahead. Th
Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Eight Vincent, still reeling from the surreal encounter with the quintillion-dollar owner, sought refuge in the simplicity of daily routines. The suburban streets embraced him with a familiarity that seemed almost comforting after the enigmatic detour into opulence.With a heavy sigh, he approached a local ATM, a mundane device that stood as a stark contrast to the grandeur of the corporate world he had briefly traversed. The hunger gnawed at him, a tangible reminder that, dream or reality, sustenance was a basic need that demanded attention.As Vincent inserted his card into the machine, he found solace in the routine act of withdrawing cash. The soft hum of the ATM and the whir of machinery offered a reassuring cadence, grounding him in the tangible reality of daily life.He punched in his PIN, the rhythmic taps on the keypad a deliberate sequence that bridged the gap between the dream's extravagance and the simplicity of survival. The machine processe
Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Nine Vincent, still seated in the quiet expanse of his living room, found a sudden ping on his phone—an email notification that pierced through the contemplative silence. As he retrieved his phone, a sense of trepidation mingled with anticipation, unsure of what this new digital missive might reveal.Opening his Gmail app, Vincent's eyes widened as he read the subject line: "Congratulations, Vincent! You're the Quintillion Dollar Prize Winner!" The message, seemingly mundane in its electronic form, held the weight of revelation within its digital confines.With a mix of excitement and skepticism, Vincent tapped on the email, and the screen illuminated with text that promised to unravel the mysteries of his surreal experiences. The words leapt out at him, forming a narrative that resonated with the dream's extravagant tapestry."Dear Vincent,Congratulations! You are the chosen recipient of the Quintillion Dollar Prize, an unprecedented opportunity that t
Chapter One Hundred And SixtyEmbracing the newfound reality of his quintillions, Vincent embarked on a life that transcended the boundaries of ordinary existence. The opulence once confined to dreams became a tangible force that shaped his every endeavor, yet Vincent, with a heart attuned to compassion, sought not just personal indulgence but avenues to uplift those around him.The suburban landscape, once familiar in its simplicity, became a backdrop for Vincent's philanthropic pursuits. He established charitable foundations, directed towards education, healthcare, and community development. The quintillions dollars, rather than isolating him in a realm of extravagance, became a conduit for positive change.Vincent's first endeavor was to create a scholarship program for talented children in orphanages. Recognizing the potential within the often-overlooked, he provided opportunities for these young minds to pursue their passion in arts, sports, and academics. The halls of music acad
Chapter One “Mmmm….Ahhh…Mmmoooaaaannn.” “What’s that noise and where is it coming from ?” Vincent wondered when he kept hearing the loud and piercing moaning sounds of a man and a woman. Vincent Hugo is a young and vibrant man who wanted to surprise his girlfriend Nina on her birthday,she has been his girlfriend right from high school. Vincent doesn’t have anything to offer her as a birthday gift because of how broke he is he decided to give her his family heirloom which is a metallic black bracelet with a dragon design on it which looks basic and cheap but it means a lot to him and he hoped that Nina will cherish it. . Vincent knows that Nina loves to sing and she is talented with an angelic voice , she is always in the music studio composing and singing songs in the hopes that she will become famous someday so she spends most of her time in the music studio. It’s getting too dark in the night and Vincent gave Nina 38 missed calls and she didn’t pick, so he decided to go to the
Chapter Two“Nina, do you know who you’re speaking with?” Vincent asked shocked that his sweet Nina will ever say something like this to him. “Vincent, this man is a music producer and he promised to sample and promote my work . Why are you destroying my chance of getting famous ?!” Nina cried, feeling angry and mad at Vincent for interrupting her. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself,why will you even think of cheating on me with this old guy huh?! Don’t you know that you can still become famous by working hard? He is only using you” Vincent said to Nina , not believing how dumb she sounds right now. “At Least he is going to help me out,what have you ever done for me in your entire life Huh? Apart from being poor and having stupid dreams and hopes of attending the Ivy league school that you can never attend even in your wildest dreams!” Nina said harshly while trying to out on her clothes because she is half naked “Yes, didn’t you hear her, you filthy poor rat . Here is some couples o
Chapter ThreeThe rain poured heavily from the darkened sky, casting a somber atmosphere upon the streets below. Amidst the gray mist, the young man named Vincent hurried along, his footsteps echoing on the wet pavement. Clutching his cheap and worn out shirt tightly around his body, he struggled to shield himself from the relentless downpour.As Vincent trudged through the rain-soaked streets, his attention was drawn to the distant sound of screeching tires and a resounding crash. His heart pounded in his chest as his curiosity propelled him toward the source of the commotion. Ignoring the water cascading down his face, he quickened his pace.He rounded a corner and came to a halt, his eyes widening in horror at the terrible scene before him. A luxurious car, its once pristine exterior now mangled and crumpled, stood at an odd angle in the middle of the street. Nearby, a small figure lay motionless on the rain-soaked asphalt. It was a child, drenched and unmoving.Fear and disbelie
Chapter Four “Shut up punk” one of the officers growled, his voice low and menacing. "We know what you saw, and we won't hesitate to use force if you speak a word about it because the man involved is the first son of the Governor of the state."Vincent 's mouth went dry, his voice trapped within him. The weight of their threats pressed down upon him, suffocating him further. The room seemed to close in around him, the walls closing in like a vise. He stumbled backward, his legs trembling beneath him, desperately searching for an escape route that seemed nonexistent.The policemen advanced, their presence commanding and overpowering. The gun, held firmly in their grip, seemed to grow larger, more menacing with each passing second. Vincent 's mind raced, desperately seeking a way out of this nightmare. But with each passing moment, his hopes dwindled, drowned out by the overwhelming fear that gripped him.“But it’s wrong ,he should lead by example and face the consequences of his act