All Chapters of Forex Billionaire;My Last Trade System : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
12 chapters
Broke and Divorced
Not the soft red of warning, but the violent red of failure—the kind that mocked him with every flicker. Candles bled downward on the chart, each one closing lower than the last, as if the market itself had decided he no longer deserved mercy. Daniel Hayes sat on the edge of the bed in their small Chicago apartment, his elbows resting on his knees, his phone clutched tightly in his hands. Another trade had just closed. –$1,247.63 His balance dropped again. He exhaled shakily and leaned his head back against the wall. The ceiling above him was cracked, the paint peeling in thin lines—imperfections he had promised to fix once Forex “finally worked.” It never did. For two years, Daniel had chased the market like a drowning man chasing air. He had watched tutorials late into the night, joined signal groups, paid mentors who spoke with confidence and showed screenshots of impossible profits. He had believed them. Needed to believe them. Because Forex was supposed to be his
System activated
The city lights of Chicago blurred outside his window as Daniel sat hunched over his laptop. The hum of traffic below felt distant, almost unreal. It was as if the world had paused for him, leaving only him, the screen, and the glowing interface of the Forex Trading System.He had no plan. No strategy. Only desperation.$150,000. The number haunted him. It was more than he had ever seen in his life. More than his broken bank account could ever hope to produce. But the system had promised him… hope.“Daniel Hayes,” the mechanical voice said calmly, “last funds detected: $1,200. Available for immediate activation. Recommended strategy: High-probability scalping. Emotional state: Critical.”Daniel stared at the screen. $1,200. That was it. Everything he had. Everything he had ever saved from odd jobs, small freelancing, and the few remaining pennies from failed trades. He could lose it all in seconds. But if he didn’t… Mia might die.He swallowed hard. “Okay… let’s do this,” he whi
Finally paying his daughter surgery money
Daniel Hayes sat in the quiet waiting room of Saint Louis Hospital, hands pressed tightly against his knees, eyes fixed on the corridor doors leading to the operating theater. The fluorescent lights above cast a cold glow across the room, but it didn’t bother him. Nothing in that sterile environment could compare to the storm of emotions raging inside him.Mia, his little girl, had been rushed into emergency surgery hours earlier. The deposit of $150,000—all the money he had managed to scrape together thanks to the mysterious Forex Trading System—had been accepted without a hitch. The surgeons were ready, the operation scheduled. But as he waited, Daniel felt an unbearable mixture of fear, guilt, and gratitude.He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. He hadn’t even thought about the red charts that had consumed his life until now. All that mattered was Mia.The minutes stretched like hours. Daniel couldn’t stop running through every possible outcome in his mind. What if the doctors fail
She survived
The first rays of morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains of Mia’s hospital room at Saint Louis Hospital, casting a soft glow over the small space. It was quiet, except for the faint beeping of the monitors beside her bed.Mia stirred, blinking sleepily, and slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze fell on the table beside the bed—and her mouth curved into a delighted smile.Food. A feast of colors, smells, and flavors sat neatly arranged on the tray: spaghetti, fresh fruit, bread rolls, a small chocolate cake, and her favorite orange juice. Her little heart leapt.“Daddy!” she whispered, her voice still husky from sleep. “You… you got all this for me?”Daniel, sitting quietly in the chair beside her bed, smiled softly. “I did, baby,” he said, his voice gentle. “I wanted to make sure you had something you liked when you woke up.”Mia’s eyes widened as she looked at him. “But… how could we afford all this? Daddy, the hospital… the operation… the money… where did it come from?”
Earning his first personal millions
The morning sun spilled through the windows of Saint Louis Hospital, casting warm light across Mia’s small hospital bed. Daniel sat quietly in the chair beside her, sipping on lukewarm coffee, his eyes occasionally flicking to the glowing laptop beside him. The trades he had set up the previous night had run automatically, guided by the Forex Trading System, and the results were already starting to appear.Mia stirred, stretching her tiny arms and letting out a small yawn. She blinked at her father, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.“Morning, Daddy,” she whispered softly.“Good morning, princess,” Daniel replied, smiling down at her. “Did you sleep well?”Mia nodded, still half-asleep. “Yeah… and there’s food?” she asked, glancing at the small tray he had brought in.Daniel chuckled. “Of course. I made sure you had everything you like.”She smiled and began to eat slowly, her tiny fingers occasionally reaching for the spoon to feed herself. Daniel watched her, feeling a wa
Buying a house for his daughter
Daniel Hayes woke to the soft morning sunlight spilling through the hospital room curtains, painting the walls in warm gold. The beeping monitors beside Mia’s bed were quiet, replaced by the gentle rhythm of her breathing. Daniel’s eyes scanned her small form, curled beneath the blanket, and he allowed himself a long, deep breath. She was finally safe. She was finally alive.He glanced at the laptop on the bedside table. The Forex Trading System had been running overnight, guiding trades with uncanny precision. His balance, which had started as just $2,000 a few days ago, had grown in leaps and bounds. The last check showed $202,100, a number that still felt surreal.For the first time in years, Daniel felt a sense of security. But the cramped apartment where he and Mia had lived for years now seemed suffocating. Every corner reminded him of the humiliation he had suffered—the divorce papers his ex-wife Lena had thrust in front of him, the forced signature, the sting of betray
Buying her favorite Milkshake
Morning came softly.Daniel woke up in the chair beside Mia’s hospital bed, his neck stiff and his body heavy from sleeping in the same position all night. For a moment, he didn’t move. He just sat there, listening to the quiet rhythm of the machines and watching his daughter sleep.Mia was still fast asleep.Her lashes rested gently on her cheeks, her breathing slow and steady. The pale light from the window painted her face in calm colors, and seeing her like this filled Daniel’s heart with a warmth he couldn’t describe. She looked peaceful. Safe.That alone made everything worth it.Daniel carefully stood up so he wouldn’t wake her. He stretched slightly and glanced around the room. Everything felt different now. The fear that once lived permanently in his chest had eased. The nightmare of not being able to afford her treatment was behind him. He had saved her life. He had bought a home for them. A real home.A mansion.His thoughts drifted briefly to the house he had jus
Taking her out of the hospital room
After breakfast, the room felt warmer, calmer, like the walls themselves had finally relaxed.Daniel watched as Mia licked the last bit of syrup from her lips, her eyes bright, her cheeks no longer as pale as they had been days ago. Seeing her smile like that did something to his chest. It loosened the tight knot that had lived there since the night everything fell apart.“Did you enjoy it?” he asked softly.Mia nodded eagerly. “It was really good, Dad. Better than the hospital food.”He chuckled. “I figured.”He reached for the small tray beside her bed and picked up the medicine cup the nurse had left earlier. The liquid inside was clear, harmless-looking, but to him it represented everything standing between his daughter and danger.“Okay,” he said gently. “Time for your medicine.”Mia made a tiny face but didn’t complain. She opened her mouth obediently, took the cup, and drank it slowly. Daniel handed her some water afterward and wiped her lips with a tissue.“There,” he sai
His ex-wife visits with her new man
It was the middle of the afternoon when Daniel’s ex-wife arrived at the hospital, Richard beside her. The world outside was bright and warm, but inside, her mind was clouded with worry. She moved with quiet determination, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she approached the reception desk. She had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in her head, trying to anticipate every possible scenario, every question the staff might ask.“Excuse me,” she said politely, her voice calm but edged with urgency. “Could you please tell me which ward my daughter is in?”The receptionist looked up, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “Yes, ma’am. She’s in Room 402, third floor. Take the elevator on your left. Nurses will assist you if needed.”“Thank you so much,” she replied, offering a brief smile. Richard gave her a reassuring nod, carrying a small bag she had packed with dresses and a few personal items for Mia. Even in his casual confidence, she could see the way he
Telling her the truth about their divorce
“Dad…”Mia’s voice came again, softer this time, but heavier. Her small hands clutched the bedsheet as she looked up at Daniel with eyes far too serious for a child her age. “What do you mean you and mom are no longer together?”The question hung in the air, sharp and unforgiving.Daniel felt his throat tighten. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Words crowded his mind, but none of them felt right. How could he explain something so broken to someone so innocent? How could he tell his daughter that the world she believed in had already fallen apart long before she noticed the cracks?His ex-wife shifted uncomfortably beside the bed. She could see the confusion growing in Mia’s eyes, the fear slowly replacing innocence. For a moment, guilt flashed across her face. She leaned forward, about to speak.“Mia, sweetheart—”Before another word could be said, the door to the ward opened.The doctor walked in, clipboard in hand, his calm presence cutting through the tension like