It was almost 10 p.m. at the university’s athletics center. The boys’ basketball team had just finished training, sweat still shining on their skin as they sprawled across the bleachers, joking and arguing over who would win the next inter-campus championship. Then suddenly, the locker room door flew open and someone rushed in anxiously, “Guys! You won’t believe this—Evan Marshall is confessing to Ava Hart on SportStream Live! They’re broadcasting it right now on the school account!” Immediately, almost the entire team rushed to him, crowding around his phone in excitement. Evan Marshall was the captain of the football team, national youth star, son of a billionaire sports mogul, and Ava Hart was a track queen and campus beauty who was loved by the whole school. Of course, everyone wanted to see it. But Lorenzo Sinclair didn't move. He sat alone on the bottom bench, untying his worn-out shoes, sweat still dripping from his neck. His jersey was old, his gym bag patched in three

Lorenzo sat on the hospital bench outside the ward. The cold air slapped his face, but he didn’t seem to pay much attention to it. His mind was on what Evan had told him today. After the unjust beating he had received from Evan, he still had to speak gently to him so he wouldn’t get him expelled from school. A sigh escaped his lips. What had he done to deserve this? Why couldn’t he just be born like other children with a golden spoon in their mouths? His chest felt heavy. He looked up at the heavens and saw the moon shining brightly from where he was seated. “Why can't I be like other children?” he murmured softly, still looking up at the sky. How great it would be for him to be rich—just like them—so he wouldn’t be treated like trash. His mind went to Ava, his beautiful girl whom he had lost to Evan. Lorenzo knew that Evan was clearly not as attractive or good-looking as he was, but all the girls wanted him because of how rich he was. If only he were that rich! He sighed.

The door opened and Lorenzo and Derek stepped quietly into the bedroom. The room was large, softly lit, and surprisingly simple for someone of such status. There was a wide bed at the center, neatly arranged, and lying on it was a man who looked far too fragile for the power he once commanded. A faint smell of medicine hung in the air. A few pillows were propped behind the man’s back, and a small table beside him held a glass of water and some folded towels. Lorenzo had imagined someone fierce, someone whose presence alone would shake the room. Instead, he found an old man who looked like he could barely lift his head. As Lorenzo stood there taking everything in, the man on the bed also studied him with tired eyes. He blinked slowly, as if making sure the visitor wasn’t a figure from a dream. His gaze moved from Lorenzo’s shoes to his face, and there was a hint of recognition or maybe hope. A moment later, the door behind Lorenzo closed softly. He walked toward the bed and bowed

Lorenzo woke up on a Sunday morning in a king-sized bed, surrounded by a room far larger than his entire old dormitory. He pulled back the heavy curtains, letting the fresh rays of the morning sun stream into the room.He had never slept so comfortably in his life. No aching back from a worn-out mattress, no cold drafts seeping through broken window seals—just quiet luxury, a hundred billion dollars attached to his name, and a heart that was finally at peace.He took a long, hot shower, admiring the exquisite marble and brass interior design of the bathroom. The pressure washed away the exhaustion from yesterday, though the memory of his betrayal remained sharp.Yesterday, after signing the inheritance documents and receiving the black silk credit card from his grandfather, Derek had led him down to the subterranean garage to pick out his mode of transportation.Adrian had estimated seventy vehicles, but when Lorenzo stepped through the steel doors, he counted at least a hundred and tw

Ava after cleaning her stained clothes, looked up to see Lorenzo standing in front of them. Both of them were shocked as soon as they saw Lorenzo they had least expected to run into Lorenzo especially in a place like this. Evan had taken Ava to the restaurant for a quick breakfast before they headed out to go do some luxurious items. However, they ahd never expected that a man like Lorenzo would come to dine here. Ava's brows immediately furrowed in anger and irritation as she saw Lorenzo. “What are you doing here Lorenzo?” She spat in anger. Lorenzo's heart was instantly filled with pain as she saw Ava's irritated expression. She looked at him with spite as if they had never even dated. “Didn't you hear me, Enzo? What the hell are you doing here?” she asked in anger as she stared at Lorenzo. Her loud voice caught people's attention as they stared to look at what was going on. “What do you mean what am I doing here? Are you the owner of this building? Must I report to you bef