Novels by Author de Solitude

The students couldn’t believe their ears. A collective sigh, a wave of dismissive murmurs, swept through the classroom.“Are you serious?” Someone scoffed, loud enough for Isaiah to hear. “He had one request from Chancellor Mark Baun. The richest man in the country’s right-hand man. He could’ve asked for a full scholarship, a trust fund, anything!”“A pauper will always be a fool,” another voice muttered, laced with disgust. “He could’ve been set for life, but he blew it on getting Professor Lance fired. What a dumb move.”“Yeah, like that changes anything for him,” a girl sneered, her eyes raking over Isaiah’s worn clothes. “His one and only lottery ticket is gone. And he is back to being Fetch-Boy.”One by one, they turned away with their faces etched with disappointment, some with outright contempt. The brief and fleeting respect they had shown Isaiah evaporated and was replaced by the familiar disdain. They had hoped for a spectacle and a continued display of power, but Isaiah’s

The silence in the classroom was so profound that you could almost hear the collective gasp of two hundred students. Professor Lance, the untouchable and academic titan of a man whose arrogance was legendary, stood there with his face in a canvas of red and white that made a mark on his cheek. He had accumulated so many accolades, which was rumored to be the result of his subservience to the powerful parents of students like Walter and Harold. He always sided with the boys in their mishaps and was richly rewarded for his loyalty by their parents, but all that didn’t matter now as he stood still and was humiliated.And of all the students in the school, it was because of Isaiah. Fetch-Boy.Murmurs began to ripple through the room, a low hum of disbelief. “Did you see that?” “The Chancellor actually slapped him.” “For Fetch-Boy?” The questions hung in the air, thick with confusion and a dawning, unsettling realization. “This is sketchy for sure.” A student said.“What kind of rela

Jenny's threat hung in the air. “Do I make myself clear, Jules?” Jenny’s voice cut through the stunned silence and was as sharp as broken glass. “Because if you and your boyfriend cannot conduct yourselves with an ounce of dignity, then your name will be removed from the final list I submit to FrontView Talent Agency. And trust me, I have that power.”Jules, for once, looked genuinely rattled. She glanced at Walter, a silent plea in her eyes. Walter, still fuming from Isaiah’s earlier defiance, hesitated. He wanted to lash out, to make Isaiah pay, but he knew how much this beauty ambassador deal meant to Jules. The FrontView Talent Agency deal wasn’t just about fame; it was about the staggering sum of five million dollars annually, a luxury car, and endless travel opportunities for both business and vacations. To top it off, the winners get to work with one of the Brad Zay Group companies as their beauty ambassador. It was the golden ticket every aspiring campus queen dreamed of. Jen

The morning class was a blur of economics terms Isaiah barely understood, with his mind still reeling from yesterday’s event.Suddenly, the roar of a high-performance engine shattered the quiet ambiance of the campus. A sleek and cherry-red Porsche screeched to a halt directly in front of the classroom building with its polished surface gleaming in the mid-morning sun. Every head in the lecture hall snapped towards the windows.“It’s Walter!” Someone whispered, followed by a ripple of excited murmurs.“And Jules!” Another voice added, louder.A chant began. It was low at first, then it grew in volume. Walter and Jules! Walter and Jules! Hottest couple! Walter and Jules!”The classroom door swung open with a dramatic flair. Walter Sterns, who was impeccably dressed, strolled in with an arm wrapped possessively around Jules Norvel’s waist. Jules, blushing under the attention, was basking in the cheers. She had her hair perfectly done in order to look perfect and highlight her dazzling

The morning light, filtered through the grimy window of the shared dorm room, did little to dispel the strange weight pressing on Isaiah. He lay in bed, his eyes open, with the black diamond card, a cool and smooth presence, beneath his pillow. He felt light, like he was reborn and yet heavy by the huge responsibility he was now expected to take on. The lightness he felt was the sheer, unbelievable relief of never having to worry about money again and the ten billion dollars in his possession. But the heaviness… that was the crushing weight of responsibility and the size of the empire his father had laid at his feet, as well as the intricate and dangerous game he now had to play against his step siblings. Power, he was learning, wasn't just freedom; it was a burden and a target.A thunderous bang on the door rattled the entire room and jolted everyone awake.“I got it!” Alan grumbled as he swung his legs over the side of his bed. He yanked the door open. His sleepy eyes grew wide, an

Isaiah felt a surge of resolve. His father's pain was palpable. This was his legacy and his dying wish. He was old money now and a third-generation rich kid at that."What do you want me to do, Father?" Isaiah asked, his voice firm. "I'm ready for anything.""Good, I'll call you," Mr. Bradley said, a grateful smile on his face. "Occasionally you will have to come in and handle certain assignments at the company. This will gradually cement your position as the future head of the company. But for now, you must hide your identity. I've already instructed the Chancellor and his PA to protect your secret until you're ready to reveal it."Mr. Bradley stood up and extended his arms. Isaiah rose as well and they embraced. It was an awkward hug at first, then it deepened and what followed was a silent acknowledgment of lost time of a connection found too late and yet still profoundly felt by the both of them. They talked for hours, with Mr. Bradley sharing anecdotes of his youth, of Isaiah’s m