The interior of the R-9 Phantom glistened like the inside of a private jet—leather so soft it whispered against your skin, neon trims pulsing faintly along the edges, and a digital dashboard that looked like it had been stolen from a spaceship. Precious’s perfectly manicured fingers trailed along the door as she climbed in, her expression unreadable. Her friends hovered nearby, still processing what had just happened, while I slid into the passenger seat beside her with a quiet smile. I knew I had not only gotten her attention but, as a matter of fact, her father, the president, was surely going to invite me for a launch if he heard what I had done. Not just anyone could afford to buy the car. "That is one of the most expensive cars in the world." "I can't believe Pointus pulled that stunt off." "Do you think he is still spending Jeremiah's father's money? I heard he was kicked out." "And how is that possible? How did he manage to afford this, except if he isn't the

"What about my mother?" I asked, staring at Jeffrey."I am sorry to say this, Master, but a woman's mind can be fickle. Easily changed." he said, looking at me"What do you mean by that?" I asked, staring at his face."I am sorry to be the first one to break it to you, but your mother is getting married to Jeremiah's father. It seems you both are slowly going to become brothers." Jeffrey buttressed."That scoundrel is no brother of mine." I said with vermin. My fingers were clenched, and it threatened to break under my hands."I just think you should know since you asked." Jeffrey said, finally walking away.I looked at him, and I could feel the rage burning inside of me. I knew it was too late.I couldn't stop the wedding, but I was going to make Jeremiah's father pay for disrupting my life and still managed to get married to my mother.I knew Jeremiah was angry. All I needed was to get him more annoyed. I need to know how his father was getting his money.I lay on my bed trying to s

The air was thick with tension. Students lined the corridor walls like spectators at a gladiator match, phones out, their eyes darting between the three girls and me. Cassie, Precious, and Felicia—each standing tall, fierce, and ready to tear each other apart. Then came the sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. It wasn’t hurried, nor was it hesitant. It was deliberate. Confident. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Jeremiah. The crowd parted like the Red Sea. He walked in the middle, his boys—Nathan and Caleb—flanking him. His school blazer was tossed casually over one shoulder, his shirt half-unbuttoned like he was already halfway to an after-party. “You just had to make a scene, didn’t you, Pontius?” he said, his voice amused as he halted a few steps away from me. “You’re turning into quite the campus celebrity. Girls fighting over you, mothers begging for your approval, and now—” he gestured broadly “—this little circus.” I didn’t respond. My blood boiled just hearing his voice

The envelope sat there like it had weight beyond paper—like it was filled with danger instead of documents. It almost looked like it was rigged with explosive. I saw the look on Riku's face. He wanted to grab the envelope but I knew it can't be a bomb. I look around and saw the faces of the students. Smiling and talking and back at the paper in front of me. My eyes didn’t leave it, and for a moment, neither did Riku’s or Yana’s. The cafeteria felt quieter, even though the clatter and hum continued around us. “Don’t touch it yet,” I muttered, pushing my tray aside. Riku reached into his jacket, his movements subtle but precise. “You want me to scan it? Check for poison, tracking devices, explosives?” I shot him a flat look. “It’s an envelope, not a briefcase from a spy movie. Relax.” Yana leaned forward, her eyes flicking toward the door Vicky had walked through. “I can tail her. If she knows something about Jeremiah’s father, she could be a key witness… or bait.” “N

The night felt longer than usual. It was suffocating, and the air tasted metallic, like static before a storm.I paced the kitchen floor barefoot, my mind spiraling. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face—Veronica Gresham, smirking like she held the key to everything I didn’t know about myself. And then there was him. The boy in the photo. Same eyes. Same birth date. Same mother’s name. Eva.The only woman I had called “Mom” my entire life. At this point, I wasn't sure if she was really my mother at some point. I staggered backward and sank into the nearest chair, the coldness of the kitchen tile grounding me. The system didn’t make mistakes. Its accuracy was digital—impossible to doubt. And yet, what it was telling me unraveled the very fabric of who I thought I was.“System,” I whispered again, my voice hoarse. “Was there a hospital record of Eva giving birth to twins that day?”[ Searching public and encrypted archives… ][ Match found: Eva , age 24, gave birth to male twins