The frantic crowd of students filled the library and a thin-looking face with a resilient smile sat all alone at the desk, which housed a huge cake and a box of gift. He was Ethan Moneyfield. He had come to read a few books before going on his last errands for the day.Ethan, the campus errand boy as popularly called, was a die-hard boy who had devoted his time to running errands for the rich chaps in their school just to earn a living. But however, most times it had gotten him into the net of bullies, who mistook his determination for weakness. Ambitious to foot his bills, he rotated part time jobs and coupled with the peanuts he earned off errands, he could pay his school fees.While he fixed his eyes on the book, he often consulted his watch, just to avoid being late for his last errand. Tonight was the engagement party of Jack, the richest student on campus. He had confided in Ethan and gave him the cake and the box of gift which he would give to his girlfriend at the engagement.

The door creaked as it opened and Ethan stepped in, and bowed slightly.“Good morning sir!”He greeted the three hostile-looking thick, heavily-bearded men across the long desk. They were the disciplinary authorities of his school. Once they heard Ethan falling out with Jack, they summoned him.Although, Ethan expected them to summon he and Jack, he was bewildered to see he was the only one standing right before them.“Ethan Moneyfield ,” one of them, Mr. Max called. He was the leader of the disciplinary team, a thick belly Irish man with never-smiling face. “You have the guts to fight in school and not just fight but fight the son to the CEO Nathan Group,”“Nathan Junior,” another man, Mr. Johnson beamed his lips curved in frowns as he leaned forward, “You fought with Jack,” the man clarified and Ethan frowned hard.“But sir…”“Keep shut!” they snarled at him and he gaped at them, his hands paused as he threw them behind and lowered his head in obedience. “First, you have no right to

He had always known Jack to be good at dragging his offenders in any way he could. He was glad the job was going to take him out of sight for some time until resumption.Stepping out of a grocery store from where he went to deliver his goods for the day, he, mounted his scooter with the freedom of a bird and didn’t realize some thugs had been trailing him.Soon, he could be seen gliding down the hill of the road with a steady speed. Unaware of the disaster that hooted behind him, he wanted to ride across the road when the saloon car doubled crossed him, almost hitting him.Three, heavily-chested men with hostile faces and folded fist alighted from the car and pounced towards him immediately. His face brewed concern and worry as he dared to turn his bike and ride away but it was too late.The other dived at him and grabbed his hands. Ethan had always been able to defend himself so with a fist on the jaw of one, he earned a freedom, and the other pounced in his way and headbutt him.He

“Ethan Arthur!” the doctor called, and bowed to him, “You are hereby fit and ready to be discharged, your convoy awaits you outside. Are you aware of that?”“Aware of what?” Ethan raised a thick brow and breathed uneasily before opening the window to see hefty-looking guards, all suited with sunshades adding to their hostility, they manned a convoy of Rolls Royce, Lamborghini, Austin Martins.Ethan shot a striking glance at the doctor. “My name is Ethan Moneyfield not Ethan Arthur. And the billionaire? I didn’t see him again after yesterday. Why the change of name now?” he asked.The doctor lost about what response to give, handed him a paper. “Please put your signature here to approve your discharge.” He obliged and Ethan gazed on the paper to see Ethan Arthur graven on the spaces and he winced.He managed to put his signature and the doctor left only for two hefty guards to step in and bow, hailing, “Grand master!”Ethan raised a thick brow, staring at them sheepishly; he had never

The range rover had barely vroomed into the mansion when a handful of maids ran out and bowed to Jack and Ella. “Welcome to my mansion,” Jack chirped to Ella and the maids led the way, smiling charmingly at Ella as they showed her into the mansion.She had been gaping and scanning her gaze around, her face suffused with the shocker of seeing such a mighty and magnificent edifice.“This is beautiful,” she hugged Jack and stamped a kiss on his thick lips, “You never told me your parents had such a haven in New York. Why did it take you so long to bring me down here?” she spanked his butt and he shrugged.“Well, I have been waiting for the right time,” he replied her , his hands on her waist as their shoes knocked through the corridor into the mansion.In the ball room were Nathan Junior, his father and his wife. She was Stella Junior, a long haired, white-blonde, woman with cold features and steamy eyes. Resting in the arms of Nathan, their attention tilted to Jack the moment their shoe