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2025-01-07 23:57:12As the group made their way outside, Marcus turned to Jason and Dan, grinning smugly.
“This is it,” Marcus whispered. “The moment we remind everyone who the real successes are.”
Jason laughed. “Let’s see Oliver try to bluff his way out of this one.”
Dan snorted. “Yeah, if he even dares to step near the parking lot.”
The trio exchanged smug looks as the crowd gathered around the lot, the game about to begin.
As Marcus finished explaining the rules, reactions rippled through the room like wildfire.
“That’s not a bad idea,” someon
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The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers as they followed Oliver, with Marcus, Jason, and Dan leading the way.“This is going to be gold,” Dan sneered.“I bet it’s a rusty old hatchback,” Jason added.As they approached a section of the parking lot where older and more modest cars were parked, Marcus clapped his hands together. “A-ha! Here we are! Let’s see, Oliver. Which one of these beauties is yours?”The crowd roared with laughter, already crucifying Oliver.“Maybe it’s that dented Toyota over there!”“Or the Kia with the missing hubcap!”“I’m betting on the one with the peeling paint!”Oliver’s face remained calm. He turned slowly to Marcus, his voice smooth. “Are you done?”Marcus smirked. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”“Good,” Oliver replied. “Because my car isn’t here. It’s over there.”He gestured to a secluded area, and everyone turned, their laughter fading as they followed him.As the group approached, a single car stood out like a crown jewel among the rest—a Rolls-Royce
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The moment Oliver stepped into his luxurious home, the weight of the day finally hit him.He closed the door behind him, the silence of the house enveloping him, and a sigh escaped his lips. He was physically drained, the tension of the events at the reunion still lingering in the back of his mind.But there was a small, quiet satisfaction in the air, he had proven everything he needed to.Without a second thought, he made his way to his bedroom, shedding his clothes along the way. As his head hit the pillow, exhaustion took over.It wasn’t long before he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, allowing his body and mind the rest they desperately needed.The next morning, however, Oliver woke up with a renewed sense of energy. The sun shone brightly through the curtains, and for the first time in a while, it felt like everything was in perfect alignment.He glanced at his phone, the notifications buzzing with messages, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about them just yet. Today, he was
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Oliver, now visibly angry, said, "Excuse me, don't you think its rude of you to leave a customer hanging?"The salesman turned back to Oliver with a smug expression fading slightly, clearly angry. "You're wasting my time; this isn't a charity, you know. Why don't you come back when you can actually afford something here?""You look like you walked in from a thrift store. Guys like you just come here to dream. It's pathetic. This place is for real buyers, not wannabes like you."Oliver, now fuming, said, "You don't have the right to insult me. You can make your points known without insults. I'm a customer like the others; you should treat me with some respect."The salesman sneered and began another round of insults, this time joined by his fellow salesmen."You? A customer?" the salesman laughed. "You must be joking. What, did you sell your bicycle to come here?"Another salesman chimed in, "Yeah, this place is for real buyers, not someone who looks like they got lost on their way to
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Oliver clenched his teeth in irritation and scoffed at her audacity to challenge him on something that was rightfully his! He knew he owed her no explanation, yet she demanded proof like a prosecutor grilling a suspect.“I have nothing to prove to you,” he said, managing to keep his voice steady despite the anger bubbling inside him. “Whether you believe it or not doesn’t change the fact that I own this car.”On hearing this, she burst into a hysterical, mocking laugh. "Yeah, right," she sneered. "That's exactly what a broke poser would say. Keep dreaming, poor boy." Oliver’s jaw tightened. This girl was relentless in her disrespect and attempts to humiliate him. He decided it was best to walk away with his dignity intact, rather than stoop to her level.But she continued, speaking into her phone, "Look, guys, I told you he's a poser, and now he's doing what posers do."One of her live followers chimed in,He's probably borrowing the car for his Instagram pics. What a joke!"“Do whate
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Oliver stood in front of the tiny, run-down house, his legs barely holding him up. His shirt was soaked with sweat, his hands covered in dirt, and his face etched with exhaustion.The day had been brutal, just like every other day. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a full night's sleep, let alone a moment of peace.He had three jobs just to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. By day, he delivered packages on a rusty bike that was falling apart.In the evenings, he was a waiter, running around a noisy diner while dodging insults from impatient customers. And late at night, he scrubbed office floors as a janitor until his back screamed for mercy.On weekends, he worked construction, hauling bricks and mixing cement under the scorching sun. No matter how much he worked, it was never enough.At home, things were worse. His wife, Samantha, never let him forget that.“You’re pathetic,” she’d say, arms crossed, glaring at him like he was dirt on her shoes. “You can’
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Samantha froze when she saw Oliver standing in the doorway. Her face went pale, her eyes wide with shock. She hadn’t expected him to come home this early—he was always out late. She quickly scrambled to cover herself, but her heart was pounding in her chest.The man lying next to her was slow to react, more annoyed than anything else. He glanced at Oliver, then back at Samantha, and gave her an irritated look. He was obviously wealthy; he didn’t seem the least bit worried.As he started getting dressed, he shot Oliver a dismissive glance, like he couldn’t care less about what was happening.Samantha, on the other hand, was desperate to smooth things over. She tried to force a smile, but it came out as awkward and nervous. “Oliver, it’s not what you think...Please, let me explain...” she stammered, but her words felt empty.Oliver didn’t buy it. His fists clenched, and his jaw tightened as he glared at her. "Not what I think?" he repeated, his voice filled with anger. "What should I t
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As Samantha turned to walk away, Oliver reached out, desperate to hold her back, his emotions threatening to boil over.“Samantha, please—” he began, his voice cracking with a mix of frustration and hurt.But she quickly swatted his hand away, her face contorting in anger.“Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her words sharp and cruel. “You’re poor, useless, and a joke. I’ve wasted my time with you. Being with you was just a way to pass the time, nothing more. You’ll never be good enough.”Oliver stood frozen, his heart shattering with every word. He tried to speak, to defend himself, but the words stuck in his throat. His mouth opened, but only stuttering sounds escaped.“I... I... I love you... so much...” he stammered, his emotions choking him. He couldn’t form a coherent sentence, couldn’t make sense of what he was feeling.“Please... you... you have to remember... how long we’ve been together...” His voice trembled, the weight of his pain pushing him to the edge.Samantha let out a sco
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The sight before Oliver was unbearable. Every step they took, every touch they shared, felt like a knife to his heart, twisting deeper with every moment.Watching Mark lead Samantha to the room, his arrogant grin never left his face, and the sound of their laughter echoed in Oliver’s ears like a cruel mockery. His entire body shook, not from physical pain, but from the excruciating ache of betrayal.The woman he thought loved him, the one he had given everything for, was now in the arms of another man—one who could offer her wealth, the very thing she had always valued over him.The emotional toll was suffocating. The physical pain from the beating he had endured earlier was almost secondary now. His heart felt as if it was being ripped out of his chest. He had been so blind, so certain that their love was real.Tears welled up in his eyes, but he couldn't even cry properly. All he could do was stand there, frozen in place, watching them vanish into the room together. The thought of t
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The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers as they followed Oliver, with Marcus, Jason, and Dan leading the way.“This is going to be gold,” Dan sneered.“I bet it’s a rusty old hatchback,” Jason added.As they approached a section of the parking lot where older and more modest cars were parked, Marcus clapped his hands together. “A-ha! Here we are! Let’s see, Oliver. Which one of these beauties is yours?”The crowd roared with laughter, already crucifying Oliver.“Maybe it’s that dented Toyota over there!”“Or the Kia with the missing hubcap!”“I’m betting on the one with the peeling paint!”Oliver’s face remained calm. He turned slowly to Marcus, his voice smooth. “Are you done?”Marcus smirked. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”“Good,” Oliver replied. “Because my car isn’t here. It’s over there.”He gestured to a secluded area, and everyone turned, their laughter fading as they followed him.As the group approached, a single car stood out like a crown jewel among the rest—a Rolls-Royce
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As the group made their way outside, Marcus turned to Jason and Dan, grinning smugly.“This is it,” Marcus whispered. “The moment we remind everyone who the real successes are.”Jason laughed. “Let’s see Oliver try to bluff his way out of this one.”Dan snorted. “Yeah, if he even dares to step near the parking lot.”The trio exchanged smug looks as the crowd gathered around the lot, the game about to begin.As Marcus finished explaining the rules, reactions rippled through the room like wildfire.“That’s not a bad idea,” someon
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Marcus paced back and forth in the corner of the ballroom, his fists clenching and unclenching as his mind raced with anger and frustration.Jason and Dan stood nearby, their expressions mirroring his displeasure.“I cannot believe this,” Marcus hissed, his voice low but seething with fury. “Of all the people to steal the spotlight, it had to be him. Oliver Donovan? A nobody. A failure. And now, suddenly, he’s the center of attention? This is absurd.”Dan nodded vigorously, crossing his arms.“You’re right, Marcus. There’s no way he has that kind of money. He probably borrowed it or begged for it just to save face. There’s no other explanation.”
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Ethan, meanwhile, was frozen in his seat, his eyes wide with shock. His glass hovered midair, forgotten, as he tried to process what he had just witnessed.He knew Oliver had been through a lot, but this, this was beyond anything he had expected.Slowly, a proud, almost incredulous smile began to form on his face as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in amazement. "Unbelievable," he murmured under his breath.As the reality of Oliver’s monumental donation sank in, the teachers who had spent the evening berating him could no longer hold his gaze.Their faces flushed with embarrassment as they stared at the ground, pretending to busy themselves with their drinks.But one of them, Mrs. Harper, shameless as ever, straightened her posture and strode toward Oliver with a sly smile, clearly trying to twist the narrative."Well, Oliver," she said, her voice dripping with insincerity, "I always knew you had… potential. I mean, I might have been a bit harsh back then, but it was only
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The hall erupted with applause as Marcus was announced the highest donor. He strutted to the stage, his every step oozing arrogance.He adjusted his blazer dramatically, letting the room take in his polished presence. Gripping the microphone, he smirked before speaking."First of all, thank you for this honor," Marcus began, his voice dripping with self-importance. "It’s moments like these that remind us how far we’ve come… well, some of us."He shot a glance in Oliver’s direction, his jab sharp and deliberate."Not everyone can rise above their circumstances, after all." Laughter rippled through the room, spurred on by his cronies and some of the teachers.Marcus continued, "Success isn’t just handed to you. It takes hard work, vision, and, let’s be honest, a bit of natural talent. Some people here might not understand that, but hey, not everyone’s cut out for greatness."Oliver sat in his corner, his face unreadable, but the tension was palpable. The jabs became sharper, and Marcus
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The room laughed, but Oliver, who had been observing from the sidelines, felt the familiar weight of disdain. His jaw clenched, but he remained silent, letting their arrogant display wash over him without a word.The MC motioned for silence. “Next, we have a different kind of recognition this evening. It’s time for our fundraiser. As you know, this event isn’t just about catching up—it’s about giving back.”A box was placed at the center of the room, with people starting to make donations through their phones, transferring money to the cause.But it was clear the fundraiser was almost an afterthought, a distraction to the real spectacle of the evening: the self-congratulation of those at the top.Oliver watched from a distance, alone, away from the crowds. The evening was becoming a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and empty promises.Even Ethan, who had invited him, was deep in conversation with old friends, too caught up in his own fun to notice Oliver retreating into himself.Th
