They laughed when I had nothing. Now I own everything they ever wanted.You ever hit rock bottom so hard it feels like the ground punched you back?That was me.I was sitting on the corner of 8th and Main, leaning against a brick wall behind a Chinese takeout spot, soaking wet, with a backpack full of nothing. My phone was dead, cracked from when I dropped it earlier trying to text someone for help. Not that anyone would've answered. I already knew what they’d say."Can’t help you, man.""Sorry, bro, I’m short too.""Yo, don’t bring that bad energy around me."People treat you like a virus when you’re broke.It hadn’t always been like this. A year ago, I was working a decent job at a startup. Nothing big, but enough to get by. I was living with my girl, thinking I was on my way up.Then everything flipped.First, I got laid off.Then she left me.And just to rub salt in the wound, she made a show out of it — breaking up with me at a club in front of everyone. She stood on a table, hol

Power always comes with a price.I just didn’t realize how high the bill would be.A week ago, I thought my enemies were people who mocked me, fired me, dumped me. Small-time snakes who smiled while stepping on my neck.Now, I knew the truth.Those people were ants.The real predators? They wore suits worth more than houses. They shook hands across countries. They owned everything — from food to weapons to presidents.And I had inherited a seat at their table.But I wasn’t like them.I wasn’t born in silk sheets and billion-dollar bloodlines. I was made in broken homes, rainy streets, and microwave noodles.And they made one mistake:They let me live.---The PlanBack in the penthouse, Felix and I went dark.Phones off.No internet.All files stored in encrypted drives hidden in safes behind concrete walls.“They’ll try to use your money to control you,” he said. “And if that fails, they’ll try to erase you.”I paced the room, mind spinning.“If they built the world,” I asked, “can I

Magnus Wolfe thought he had the upper hand.He thought he could silence me with a single picture.But here’s the thing about power:It doesn’t always come from the man with the most money or the most influence.It comes from the man who knows how to control the story.And I was ready to write the final chapter of Wolfe’s.---The Legal StormThe first move came through the courts.Wolfe hit me with everything he had — lawsuits, injunctions, accusations of corporate espionage, and claims that my business empire was built on fraud.It was the most coordinated legal attack I’d ever seen.They tried to shut down my companies, freeze my accounts, and even accused me of money laundering.The press was all over it. My name was everywhere again — but this time, it wasn’t the underdog billionaire story people loved.It was the fall from grace.They painted me as a criminal.A scam artist.A fraud.They even made fake statements from “former employees” claiming I bribed my way to the top.It lo

Jason couldn’t sleep.Not because he was afraid…But because he finally understood something:> The world he thought he had won was just the first floor.The real power?It lived underneath.In places with no lights.In rooms where no cameras could enter.---5:45 AM – Carter Tower, Top FloorJason stood in front of a huge glass wall, watching the city wake up.Abuja looked peaceful.But now, peace made him nervous.Amber walked in, holding a tablet.“We got something,” she said quietly.Jason turned to her. “Go on.”Amber showed him a list of five names.They weren’t public leaders. Not on Forbes. Not in politics.But their companies were behind the biggest banks, weapons, and oil movements in the world.One of them owned the satellites that watched half of Africa.Another funded “research groups” that had shut down Jason’s early schools years ago.And one?Owned the server the warning message came from.Jason stared at the list.“This is the Shadow Table,” Amber said. “They’ve staye

I just sat in my dark office with the city lights glowing outside, thinking.My hands were shaking, but not from fear.From confusion.From pain.From truth.> Caleb Carter.> My brother.> A name I had never heard until last night.But now, that name wouldn’t leave my mind.---Earlier That Night – The RevealHis face was clear.Same eyes as mine.Same jawline.Same stare.We both stood under the broken lights of that warehouse, one holding a gun, the other holding a memory.> “He trained you to build,” Caleb had said.“He trained me to destroy.”He told me that before our father died, he split his secrets into two sons.One would be the public leader. That was me.The other would walk in the shadows. That was him.But why?Why split us?Why never tell me?And more than that — why was Caleb trying to tear me down now?---Carter Tower – Present MomentAmber walked in with a flask of hot tea.She placed it quietly on my desk.No words.She didn’t need to speak.She knew.Everything ha