Benjamin’s POVFor a long moment, I stood frozen with the phone pressed to my ear. Everything around me blurred, but my thoughts were locked on that single name echoing in my mind. The Wayne Family. The name every financial report, every business channel, and every political broadcast seemed to whisper with reverence.“Sir,” the voice on the other end said gently, as though sensing my silence. “I understand how difficult this must be to believe. After all, you were told otherwise your entire life.”I swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”“It was only after locating you that we discovered the Lawsons, the ones who adopted you, were never honest about your past. They told you that you were an orphan, didn’t they?”I hesitated, then answered. “Yes.”“That's... not true,” the butler said quietly. “You are the true heir of the Wayne Family. You were separated from your parents when you were just an infant. It was a tragic incident, one that shook the family to its core. Your mother nearly lo

Third Person POV Ryan blinked twice as if his eyes were lying to him. But Benjamin didn’t disappear. He kept walking along the stone path like this was his nightly routine.Rose clung to Ryan’s arm. “What the hell is he doing here?”Ryan’s mouth twisted. “He probably wandered in by accident. You know how he is. No shame.”They stepped out of the elevator, their irritation rising with each step toward the courtyard. Benjamin was about to pass under an arch covered in white lanterns when Ryan’s voice snapped through the quiet air.“Hey! Storage Boy!" Benjamin stopped. He turned in a calm, almost bored way, as if he had been expecting this confrontation."Now, what the hell do you think you’re doing here, hmm?”Benjamin tilted his head slightly. Rose frowned. “Don’t try to act casual. We both know you don’t belong here.”“I’m a guest.”Ryan laughed sharply. “At Golden Front Hotel? Please. You’re sleep in a storage room because you can’t afford to switch to a bigger one. Why are you ly

Third-person POVThe moment Benjamin agreed, the classroom fell into a stunned silence. Ryan sat there with a smirk stretched across his face, convinced he had landed the final blow. The others around him traded excited looks, already imagining the humiliation waiting for Benjamin. Someone close to Benjamin chuckled under their breath. Someone else murmured that this would be the best entertainment of the semester.However, Benjamin stayed calm. He leaned back in his seat and pulled out his notes, which only made the whispers grow louder. Rose twirled her hair, shaking her head as if amazed that he was still breathing.She looked at Benjamin over from head to toe, eyes lingering on his clothes. “Honestly, Benjamin,” she said, loud enough for the class to hear, “I thought you’d at least stop dressing like a thrift store volunteer by now.” Her gaze swept over the shirt and pants the hotel manager had curated for Benjamin. “I guess even after that security job, you’re still... you.”Lau

Third-person POVFor a moment no one moved. The server straightened, his stiff posture turning respectful in seconds.Benjamin leaned back in his chair. He didn’t look shaken or triumphant. He looked relaxed. Almost bored.Ryan stared at the receipt as if the numbers might rearrange themselves if he blinked hard enough.Then Benjamin smiled. Not the warm kind. The sort that came from watching someone trip over their own bragging.“You all ordered well,” he said. “For people who thought I couldn’t pay.”Someone let out a small gasp. Ryan’s face drained a shade lighter.Benjamin stood up, pushed in his chair, and dusted off his sleeve like he had just finished a casual lunch instead of dropping three hundred fifty thousand without a second thought.“Next time,” he added, “don’t challenge someone you don’t understand.”Ryan jolted in his seat. “You—”Benjamin didn’t give him the chance. He turned to the server.“I’m done here.”The server bowed nearly ninety degrees. The same man who ear

Third-person POVThe executive’s scream choked into a wet gasp as Benjamin’s fist drove into his gut. His body folded over Benjamin’s arm before sliding down the wall. He tried to crawl, but Benjamin caught him by the collar and dragged him back like he weighed nothing at all.Elise pressed herself to the side of the bed, shaking so hard her knees knocked together. The sight in front of her did not look real. Only minutes ago she had been pinned down, terrified she would never escape that room. Now the man who nearly destroyed her was curled on the carpet, barely conscious, while Benjamin stood over him like a storm no one could stop.Benjamin dropped the executive again. This time the man didn’t even raise his hands. His eyelids fluttered. Blood trickled from his nose and pooled at the corner of his mouth. His breath came in short, uneven bursts.Elise stared. The color drained from her face. “Benjamin… He looks like he’s dying.”Benjamin glanced at her. His chest rose and fell slowl