Adrian turned lazily on the bed, his face tightening in irritation as he pulled up his pants. “The instructions were simple - drop the condoms on the table and leave. What is going on here?” he snapped, his tone sharp and commanding, the voice of a man who was used to being in control. He stared at Darren like he was some pest that had wandered in uninvited.Darren’s throat closed up. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst through his ribs.“C–Clara,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “Clara, how could you?”Clara’s gaze met his. There was no guilt, no panic, no explanation waiting behind her eyes. Only a cold and distant stare,It was almost like she was staring at someone she barely recognized.“Why are you still standing here, Darren,” she said lazily, with a detached tone.Those words sank into him like a blade. They hurt more than if she had screamed or begged.Adrian let out a small laugh, his irritation melting into amusement. “Wait,” he said, glancing between

The Rolls Royces had barely stopped when the whole ward went quiet. The engines hummed softly, the glass doors slid open, and the sound of quick, firm footsteps echoed across the floor. The noise pulled Darren out of his light sleep. For a moment, everything was blurry, the bright hospital lights and a sudden crash flashed through his mind.The door flew open, and a woman in her forties rushed in. She wore a neat black suit, her hair pulled back tightly, and her sharp eyes were filled with urgency. Three men in black followed behind her, quiet and serious. “Where is he?” she demanded with a clipped. “Where is the boy you said might be the heir to the Hilton Empire?”David Rovers, still breathless from pacing, pointed at the bed. “Here—here he is. He—” He stopped when her gaze fell on Darren. The woman’s face changed in an instant and she started to cry.“Jeremiah!” she cried, the name ripping out of her like it had been trapped for years.Darren’s eyes snapped open at that sound. H

Darren sat quietly at the long glass table, the golden pen still resting between his fingers. The papers he had just signed lay neatly in front of him. His name, Jeremiah Hilton was printed boldly at the top, followed by the official stamp of the Hilton Conglomerate.He exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling as the reality of what had just happened sank in. Just yesterday, he had been a poor student, counting coins to buy food. Now, he was sitting in a mansion, signing ownership papers worth billions. It felt unreal, like he was still dreaming and someone would soon wake him up.Across the table, his grandfather smiled warmly at him. “You’ve done it, my boy,” Mr. Hilton said with a voice filled with pride. “You’ve taken your rightful place.”Darren nodded faintly, still lost for words. “It’s just… so much to take in, sir,” he muttered, staring at the paper again.Mr. Hilton chuckled softly and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’ll get used to it, Jeremiah. This life…

Ava stood with her arms folded, smirking like she had just won a war.“I told you,” she said, tossing her hair proudly. “He’s just a scammer pretending to be rich. Look at him! Does he look like someone who owns even ten thousand?”The manager, Mr. Donovan, nodded sharply. “The evidence is clear enough. He’s carrying a stolen card. Arrest him and take him out of here before he causes more trouble.”Darren’s chest tightened. He looked from one angry face to another, feeling his stomach twist painfully. “Please,” he said in a calm but shaky voice. “You’re making a mistake. I didn’t steal this card. I can prove it’s mine.”One of the officers frowned. “And how will you prove that?”“Let me use the card,” Darren said. “If I’m lying, the machine won’t let me access anything. I know the PIN. I can prove I’m the owner.”The manager rolled his eyes. “Oh, this will be good,” he said sarcastically. “Fine then, let’s see your big act. Go ahead and embarrass yourself further.”The officer holding