I knocked on my wife’s door, waiting for her to give me permission to come in. But instead, silence greeted me. I know, husbands and wives are meant to share a room and a bed, but that isn’t the case for Nora and me. We’ve been married for four years, but this is where our marriage has ended up. Four years ago, everything was different. I can vividly remember the last day of college when Nora approached me, confessing her feelings for me, which left me stunned because she was a wealthy girl from an opulent background. Compared to me, I was just a penniless orphan with nothing to offer her. As our relationship grew, her family began to despise me for being poor and lacking prospects. Initially, Nora stood by me, but the pressure on her became unbearable. And Eventually, she broke down. Things began to take a turn as every day became a reminder of how useless and worthless I was to her. I still didn’t give up. I tried countless businesses, determined to prove I could b

The moment she raised her hand to show me her ring, I felt my heart shatter. I wanted to speak; I wanted to scream, yell! But I held my tongue. I turned to leave, but she yelled again. “And wait!” I paused. This time, I didn't turn back to them. “You're also leaving,” she said. I frowned, finally turning to her, taken aback. “Right now?” I asked, wondering how heartless and cruel she could be. Nora clearly knew I had nowhere to go, yet she had the audacity to tell me I would be leaving. “First you cheat on me, then you serve me divorce papers, and as if that's not enough, you’re asking me to leave?” “Yes! And you will leave right now!” I turned back quickly as I heard Mrs. Thompson approach us. She smiled at Nora, who slowly put on her robe. Hans leaned back as if watching an interesting scene unfold. I shut my eyes in annoyance because I knew things would only escalate while Mrs. Thompson was there. This can't be happening. “I hope you're not refusing to leave. We

“Good day, Mr. Ethan. It’s nice to see you.” The man smiled warmly, but shock coursed through me. How did he know my name? I swear I have never seen this people in my life.( scuffs) This had to be a prank. Maybe the Thompsons were pulling some ridiculous stunt on me. But, looking at these men, with their polished suits and commanding presence, it felt like a stretch. They looked like they belonged to a world far beyond the reach of the Thompsons—like they were these secret detectives straight out of a movie. “How do you know my name? And why am I here?” I questioned, my brow furrowing in confusion. The man didn’t respond immediately; he just maintained that unnerving smile as he handed me the files he held. I took them, my frown deepening. What was going on? As I flipped through the pages, wondering what I was supposed to do with the files, my heart dropped when I saw a picture tucked inside. It was a photo of a man who looked strikingly like me, only a bit older. Beside him s

“Josh?” I stuttered, confusion washing over me. “What are you doing here?” Marcus stepped back, allowing Josh to stand in front of me. He smelled different, like money mint mixed with an expensive cologne. “Josh is your partner for this training,” Marcus explained. “He’s been assigned to guard you until you’re ready to take over your father’s mission.” My heart raced. “Guard me? Why didn’t he tell me?” “Because he has to keep his cover,” Marcus replied, his tone firm. “Josh isn’t just your friend; he’s been playing a role to stay close to you. The truth is, he’s a trillionaire.” I felt dumbfounded—dumbstruck—bewildered. “What? Josh? A trillionaire? No way. He’s been driving an Uber for the past four years,” I said, turning to glance at Josh again. No, this can’t be true. “Exactly,” Marcus said, leaning closer. “He’s been pretending to be average to protect you. His mission is to ensure your safety and prepare you for what’s ahead.” I scoffed, running my hand through my hai

“Ethan, wake up,” Marcus said, shaking my shoulder firmly. I groaned and squinted at the clock on my bedside table, it was 5:00 AM, I looked up at him, my brows furrowed. “Seriously? It’s way too early for this!” I rolled over, pulling the covers tighter around me. There was no way I was getting up this early after being beaten up badly by Josh yesterday. I could still feel the pain throbbing in the areas I was hit, And what I needed right now was sleep. Lots of sleep. Marcus remained undeterred, standing beside my bed with arms crossed. “I woke you up at five because tomorrow you’ll be getting up at four. It’s your first day of a new routine.” “Four AM? Are you kidding me?” I rubbed my eyes, feeling sleepy as hell. Marcus leaned forward slightly, his expression serious. “Let me tell you this; Billionaires wake up early to maximize their productivity. They use that quiet time to plan their day, exercise, and focus without distractions. It’s a mindset shift. You’re a qua