Unexpected Trillionaire.

Bankrupt.

The sky in Monaco was bright, there weren't any signs of storms in the sky.

Mr Hanes and his wife Anita are sitting on the beach enjoying their vacation.

"Could this vacation get any better?" Mrs Anita asked as she laid on the beach bed by his husband's side.

"Nothing beats a good vocation in an undisclosed location, where no one would bother you with calls and excessive work load." Her voice was barely above whispers as she stared out the open beaches filled with billionaires probably on vacation just as they were.

The beach was a canvas of serenity, the soft sands, a welcoming embrace beneath their feet.

Crystal clear water danced in the sunlight, a mesmerizing spectacle of azure hues stretching as far as the eyes could see.

Gentle waves kissed the shoreline, creating a soothing melody that harmonizer with the distant laughter of the vocationers.

Palm trees swayed in graceful rhythm, casting dappled shadows that provided a respite from the sun's warm embrace.

The sun carried a delic