All Chapters of Rise Of The Student Pauper: Chapter 111
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CHAPTER 111
The address Abigail sent led Darren to a street he had never walked down before. The houses there didn’t look like houses at all. They looked like palaces. It was one of the richest neighborhoods in the city.He stopped in front of a tall black gate. Beyond it stood a massive mansion with glass walls, white pillars, and a long driveway that curved like it belonged in a movie. The compound itself was very large, covering a lot of hectares.Of course it was nothing compared to the Hilton mansion, but it was extravagant.“So this is where she lives…” Darren muttered feeling a bit impressed with the architect who planned the house. He knew Abigail was from a wealthy family but he didn't expect them to be this wealthy.He cross checked the address again on his phone just to be sure and not end up walking into the wrong house. It matched.He pushed the gate. It opened silently. No gateman or security could be seen, which was a bit unusual. For a gigantic house of this sort which clearly wor
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Abigail took another step closer, this time deliberate as if she wanted to walk right through him. But before she moved, Darren also shifted and took two steps further away from her. “You must be tired,” she said softly, her voice carrying an almost soothing quality. “From lectures, from studying all the time and from constantly running around campus.”She gestured lazily toward the couch behind her.“Sit. I’ll get you something to eat before your next class.”Darren shook his head immediately.“I’m not hungry,” he replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His shoulders were tense, and his hands hovered awkwardly at his sides. “Please, just give me my bag. I really need to go.”Abigail’s lips curved upward into a small smile. But it was not warm. It did not even carry friendliness.But somehow the smile made Darren uneasy without him fully understanding why.Noticing how he was moving away from her, her expression darkened and she said in a flat tone but calm tone, “I
CHAPTER 113
“…under arrest for sexually assaulting Abigail?” Darren couldn’t even bring the words to his lips. He stared at the assault weapons pointed menacingly by the police officers in sincere confusion. What was going on?“No, this… this is a misunderstanding,” he muttered, confusion etched across his face.Before Darren could even begin to understand what was happening around him, before he could form another word in his defense—A familiar voice cut through the chaos, “Yes, officer. This is the rapist!”A young man with an arrogant expression made his way through the armed police officers. Adrian Blake was the one pointing at him accusingly. For a split second, Darren thought he was hallucinating. Him, rapist?Adrian walked over to him, his phone held out, the camera pointed at Darren. As if he wanted the people he was making the recording for them to hear him clearly, he said again,"Well done officers, this is him. Darren Wayne the rapist!” The words struck Darren like a thunderbolt.
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Before the officers dragged Darren away, the female officer turned back.Her eyes softened as she looked at Abigail.“Miss Clara, Mr. Adrian,” she said, addressing them both, “you’ll need to come down to the station later today to give your formal statements.”Clara nodded quickly, putting on a frightened expression. “Of course, officer,” she said. “We’ll cooperate fully. Anything to get criminals out of the city”The officer turned to face Abigail again and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.“Poor thing,” the officer said with genuine sympathy. “You’ve been through a terrible nightmare. Please stay strong. I’ll be back to check on you soon. I’ll do my job diligently and make the culprit gets the exact punishment that he deserves ”She paused, her voice lowering, as if speaking not just as an officer but as a woman.“Know this, the city is behind you in this fight and help you get over this trauma."Abigail sniffed and nodded weakly, her lips trembling as she wiped away fresh tears
CHAPTER 115
Back at school, Adrian wasted no time. The moment he returned onto campus, he uploaded all the videos he had recorded on the school social media platforms. All the short clips with clear angles that showed Darren being shoved against a patrol car, his wrists being cuffed, and his body forced into the backseat of a police vehicle while flashing red and blue lights bathed his stunned face. Each clip came with a simple caption: “Rapist caught.” “This monster is a student here.” “Justice for Abigail.”Within minutes, the videos flooded the school’s social media groups— departmental groups, faculty groups, year groups, anonymous confession pages, private chats, and public forums. All the phones across campus buzzed nonstop. Students stopped walking, stopped studying, stopped talking about the upcoming exams as they gathered around, replaying the videos again and again while murmurs spread like wildfire.Some students who were reading in the library suddenly stopped reading. And bega
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While the rest of the students were gathered at the administrative unit demanding Darren's expulsion, two persons remained in the park. A beautiful girl with perfect big eyes and bright skin asked one guy, “What is happening Eddie. Is what I am hearing about Darren true?” Her voice was abnormally tense.Eddie shook her head lightly, “Something is not right. Darren can never do such a thing,” the guy responded.Alicia nodded in agreement, “Yes, Darren respects women and stands up for them, there is no way he would harm a woman. Something is not right. But what do we do now? He doesn’t even have parents or any relatives. Who’s going to help him out”Eddie lingered for a while, then turned and started walking towards the school gate.“Where are you going?” Alicia asked.“Going to tell who is capable of saving Darren from this mess”If only Alicia knew who Darren’s relative was.***Meanwhile, at the same time, inside the luxurious living room of the Hilton Mansion, soft classical music
CHAPTER 117
Inside the police station where Darren was being detained, the air was thick with tension. Police officers moved up and down trying to enforce the law and deal with perpetrators. Two figures strode into the lobby. Adrian and his girlfriend Clara walked in side by side, their faces carefully arranged into expressions of grief and anger. Clara clutched a white handkerchief tightly in her hand and dabbed at the corners of her eyes as though she had been crying nonstop since the incident. Her eyes were red, her nose slightly flushed, and anyone who saw her would immediately believe she was deeply affected.Adrian’s jaw was clenched and his fists were balled at his sides, as though he was barely holding back rage on behalf of a wronged friend, and together they looked like two devastated witnesses who had come seeking justice.The officer at the front desk glanced up at them.“You’re here to give your statements regarding the assault case?” he asked carefully, trying to sympathize with t
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The officer extended her hand, and Clara passed it over. The device was connected to a computer beside the desk, and the footage appeared on the screen. It showed Darren on top of Abigail on the couch, with Abigail struggling. She was screaming, “No! Stop!”What the officer did not know was that the video had been altered. Key parts had been cut and rearranged to suit their narratives. The scenes where Abigail had pulled Darren toward her or dragged him onto the couch had been removed. Advanced AI software had been used to reverse actions and change what actually happened. From the footage being displayed, it was Darren that was chasing after Abigail.The officer watched in silence, her expression darkening. “This is strong evidence,” she said.Adrian lowered his head as if heartbroken, while Clara sniffed.All the while, Darren stood there in handcuffs, listening and watching as every lie stabbed into his chest like a knife. His fingers slowly curled into fists, yet he said nothing
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Around 8 p.m. that evening, a plain black sedan rolled quietly into the parking lot of the police station. There was no convoy and no security —no sign that one of the most powerful men in the country had just arrived.Inside the car sat two men; Derek Hilton and his emissary, Jeff.For the first time in decades, Derek Hilton was not dressed in his usual custom-tailored suits that screamed wealth and authority. Instead, he wore a simple dark suit, a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face, and a pair of clear glasses resting on his nose. A black briefcase sat in his hand. Jeff was dressed the same way; dark suit, hat, glasses, briefcase— with even fake mustaches carefully placed on their upper lips. Anyone who saw them would assume they were ordinary lawyers, and that was exactly the intention.They stepped out of the car and walked into the station without drawing attention.This time, a young female officer was on the front desk, lazily typing something on her computer.Jeff force
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Around 8:30 p.m., on a quiet, poorly lit street at the outskirts of the city, a lone police car rolled to a slow stop beside the curb, its engine going silent as the headlights faded into the darkness. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the driver’s door opened, and a uniformed police officer stepped out, his eyes sweeping the street cautiously left to right finding only emptiness. The road was deserted, with no pedestrians, no passing vehicles, only the faint hum of distant traffic far away.Satisfied that no one was watching, he closed the door softly and walked toward a man who stood several meters ahead, positioned in front of two black Rolls Royce Mansory Cullinan cars parked side by side. Even in the dim streetlight, the vehicles looked expensive, exuding a quiet, oppressive luxury. The man himself wore an impeccably tailored suit that screamed wealth and power without needing to announce it, while his face was concealed behind a black mask that revealed only his eyes and mo