All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE REBATE SYSTEM: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
Chapter 1: A Man Worth Less Than a Porsche
“You scratched the car.”The manager’s voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp, like a butcher deciding where to cut.Derrick Wallance looked at the thin white line running across the Porsche’s jet-black hood. It wasn’t long. It wasn’t deep.But it might as well have been a death sentence. “I—I didn’t mean to,” Derrick said. “Someone pushed me. I lost my balance.”The manager smiled. Not kindly. “Intent doesn’t matter,” he replied. “That model is limited edition. Two million dollars. You’ll be paying for the repaint.”Two million. Derrick felt the word slam into his chest. “That’s impossible,” Derrick said quickly. “I don’t have that kind of money.”The manager’s smile widened. “That,” he said, “is not my problem.”Around them, salespeople had gone quiet. A few customers lingered nearby, pretending to admire other cars while openly listening.One of the saleswomen whispered, not quietly enough, “Why do people like this even come here?”Another chuckled. “Probably just wanted photos.”
Chapter 2: Money Changes the Room
“This… this can’t be real.”The manager’s voice trembled. Derrick didn’t answer right away. He simply watched as the man refreshed the screen on his tablet again. And again.The numbers didn’t change. Ten luxury vehicles. Fully paid. No delays. No flags. No fraud warnings. The showroom, once buzzing with mockery, had gone dead silent.One of the saleswomen swallowed hard. “Manager… the funds cleared.”Another whispered, “That’s… that’s impossible.”The manager slowly lifted his head and looked at Derrick again, as if seeing him for the first time. “No,” he said. “There must be some mistake.”Derrick smiled faintly. “You said humiliation was free,” he replied. “I’m just paying for the rest.”Security hesitated. “Let him go,” the manager snapped suddenly. “Now.”The guards released Derrick’s arms immediately. Their grip loosened like hands touching something radioactive.The girl beside Derrick, the driver from last night, stared at him, eyes wide. “You…” she said quietly, “who are you?
Chapter 3: A Rich Man Still Isn’t Human
“Ladies and gentlemen, breaking news!”The reporter’s voice echoed from every mounted screen in the luxury hotel lobby. Derrick stopped walking. Luna froze beside him.On the screen, shaky footage replayed the scene from the dealership, the smashed Porsche, Derrick holding the hammer, the black card tapping the counter.“…an unidentified man allegedly vandalized a limited-edition Porsche before purchasing ten vehicles outright. Authorities are investigating the source of the funds.”A commentator laughed. “Another nouveau riche clown,” he said. “Money doesn’t buy class.”Derrick felt eyes turn toward him. Whispers followed. “That’s him.”“He looks… ordinary.”“Probably borrowed money.”Luna leaned closer. “We should leave.”Derrick nodded. Too late. A familiar voice cut through the crowd. “Well, isn’t this poetic?”Sophie stepped forward, flanked by two sharply dressed men. One of them was older. Gray hair. Cold eyes. Derrick’s stomach dropped. “You remember my uncle,” Sophie said lig
Chapter 4: When Money Refuses to Listen
“Stop recording!”Security shouted, but no one listened. Phones were everywhere. Hands shaking. Eyes burning.Derrick stood in the center of the lobby as if the chaos belonged to someone else. Women cried. Men argued. Executives whispered urgently into their phones.One word rippled through the room. ''Twenty billion.''“That’s fake,” someone said loudly. “It has to be fake.”Hawthorne’s face was gray. He grabbed Sophie’s wrist. “We’re leaving. Now.”Sophie didn’t move. She stared at Derrick like he had crawled out of a nightmare. “You didn’t earn this,” she said. “You stole it.”Derrick looked at her calmly. “You watched me get beaten and said nothing.”“That doesn’t”“Everything after that,” Derrick interrupted, “belongs to me.”Hawthorne leaned forward. “Enjoy your moment,” he said quietly. “By tomorrow, your accounts will be frozen.”Derrick nodded. “Try.”Hawthorne’s lips thinned. “You don’t understand how this world works.”Derrick stepped closer. “I understand humiliation.”The
Chapter 5: The Price of Being Chosen
“Say it again.”Derrick’s voice was low, controlled, but there was something fraying underneath. Luna glanced at the phone in his hand. “The message?”“Yes.”She swallowed. “ ‘Do you know why the System chose you?’ Then… ‘Because you were meant to lose everything twice.’ ”The car cruised through the city, lights sliding across the windows like restless ghosts. Derrick leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “That’s not a threat,” he murmured. “That’s a prophecy.”Luna hugged herself. “You really think someone knows about… whatever this is?”Derrick didn’t answer. ''System dormant.''That silence unnerved him more than any warning. “System,” Derrick said internally. “Who sent that message?”No response. “Can you hear me?”Nothing. Derrick laughed softly. “So now you decide when to talk.”Luna reached over. “You don’t have to face this alone.”He turned to her. “You don’t know what this is.”“Then tell me,” she said.Derrick hesitated. Then, “I died,” he said.The words hung between them.
Chapter 6: The Second Time on His Knees
The ballroom was silent. Not the polite kind of silence. The predatory kind. Hundreds of eyes fixed on Derrick Wallance as if waiting for him to collapse.The auctioneer cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said cautiously, “we will now proceed with Lot Seventy-Seven.”Derrick didn’t move. Luna’s fingers tightened around his sleeve. “We can leave,” she whispered. “Right now.”“No,” Derrick said quietly. “This is why we’re here.”Across the room, Hawthorne sat at the center table, surrounded by executives, senators, old money. Sophie sat beside him. Smiling. The auctioneer continued. “Lot Seventy-Seven is a private equity stake”“Withdraw it,” Hawthorne interrupted calmly.The auctioneer froze. “Sir?”Hawthorne raised his glass. “I’m exercising my influence.”A murmur rippled through the crowd. The auctioneer swallowed. “Lot Seventy-Seven has been withdrawn.”Gasps followed. Derrick stepped forward. “You can’t do that.”Hawthorne looked at him pleasantly. “I already did.”“Th
Chapter 7: Isolation Is the Crown
“Say something.”Luna’s voice trembled, but she didn’t move closer. Derrick stood frozen, staring at her phone.RELATIONSHIP STATUS: TERMINATED.It wasn’t metaphorical. It wasn’t emotional. It was absolute. “I didn’t do this,” Derrick said slowly.Luna laughed once. Sharp. Broken. “Then who did?”The ballroom buzzed again, whispers returning, laughter crawling back like insects sensing blood.Sophie leaned back in her chair, amused. “Looks like your magic finally has limits.”Hawthorne folded his hands. “The System made a choice,” he said calmly. “And so did you.”Luna looked at Derrick. “You knew this could happen.”“No,” Derrick said. “I knew it might.”“That’s worse,” she replied.The system pulsed faintly. ''Isolation protocol active.''Derrick clenched his jaw. “Undo it.”No response. “UNDO IT.”Silence. Sophie stood and walked closer, heels echoing. “You’re learning,” she said softly. “Power always collects interest.”She circled Luna. “Did you really think you were special?”Lu
Chapter 8: When the World Learns Who You Are
The ballroom smelled like fear. Not metaphorical fear. Real fear, sharp, metallic, crawling into the lungs. Paramedics rushed in, voices overlapping. “Clear the area!”“Pulse is weak!”“Move!”Hawthorne’s body lay on the marble floor, suit rumpled, dignity erased. Moments ago, he had been untouchable. Now, people stepped around him like inconvenient furniture.Cameras didn’t stop recording. They never did. Sophie stood frozen, phone slipping from her fingers. “Uncle…” she whispered. “Wake up.”No response. Derrick didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t kneel this time. The system pulsed gently, like a satisfied heartbeat. ''Ascension state stabilized.''Luna was already gone. That fact hurt more than the screaming. Agent Mercer pushed through the crowd, eyes locking onto Derrick instantly. “Wallance,” she said sharply. “Don’t move.”Derrick looked at her. For the first time, she flinched. “Am I under arrest?” Derrick asked calmly.Mercer hesitated. “You were involved in”“In a man kneeling
Chapter 9: The Day Humanity Flinched
The helicopters circled like vultures. Their blades thundered through the night sky, shaking the windows of the ballroom. Red lights flashed across faces drained of color.No one moved. No one dared. Derrick Wallance stood before the hovering blue interface, his hand raised, finger suspended inches from the word: ERASURESophie’s voice broke first. “You won’t,” she said hoarsely. “You’re not a monster.”Derrick didn’t look at her. “I wasn’t,” he replied. “Once.”Agent Mercer stepped forward slowly, palms raised. “Derrick. Listen to me.”He glanced at her. She swallowed. “Whatever this thing is, it’s manipulating you. You don’t have to choose.”The system pulsed. ''External influence detected: Fear.''Mercer stiffened. “Did it just?”“Yes,” Derrick said. “It hears everything.”A man near the back shouted, “Turn it off!”Another screamed, “Kill him before he kills us!”Security shifted uneasily. The humiliation was no longer personal. It was collective. The system’s voice echoed again,
Chapter 10: The Choice That Breaks Gods
4… The countdown burned in the air like a brand. Derrick’s finger hovered inches from the projection. ERASE: LUNA VALEAround him, the ballroom had descended into chaos. “Stop him!”“Kill the system!”“He’s going to erase her!”Sophie collapsed completely, sobbing. “Please… she didn’t do anything… please…”Agent Mercer aimed her weapon, not at Derrick. At the blue interface. “Fire,” someone shouted through her earpiece.Mercer hesitated. Derrick noticed. “You can’t,” he said calmly.Her eyes flicked to him. “Don’t test me.”“You already did,” Derrick replied. “The moment you let it watch.”The system chimed. ''COUNTDOWN CONTINUES.''3… Derrick closed his eyes. Luna’s face surfaced in his mind. Not the ballroom. Not the severance notice. But earlier. A memory the system had not shown.Luna laughing in the car. Luna arguing with him about money. Luna saying, 'You’re still human.'His chest tightened. “System,” Derrick said quietly. “You said erasure is mercy.”“CORRECT.”“Then why does