Kyle watched as they headed towards the car but as the car doors shut and the luxury vehicle pulled away, one thing was certain—he would never forget this day. And one day, he would make sure neither Tara nor Stephen forgot it either. Kyle barely slept that night, the thought of Tara’s betrayal was all he could think about. His mind replayed the scene from the day before—the look on her face when she accepted Stephen’s lavish gift, the crowd’s laughter, and most of all, the sharp sting of her slap. It burned, not just on his skin, but deep in his gut, where his dignity had taken the hardest hit. His hand slowly went to his cheek as he relished the moment yet again. He had lost her, there was no denying it. But what hurt the most wasn’t just losing Tara—it was the way she had tossed him aside like he was nothing. Like he had never mattered. Like he was a piece of garbage that needed to be disposed. When he saw Tara again the next day on campus, she was walking arm-in-arm with

His life had taken a dramatic turn, one that he couldn’t have predicted even in his wildest dreams. From being humiliated and beaten in front of the entire school to now being escorted by a group of well-dressed men in a luxury car, everything seemed surreal. Kyle leaned back against the seat, wincing as the bruises on his side reminded him of the beating he had just endured. Whatever was coming next, it had to be better than the hell he had just been through.. The black car sped through the streets, its tinted windows shielding Kyle from the world outside. He sat stiffly in the back seat, eyes flickering between the suited men who sat with him in silence. His mind raced with questions, but none of the men had answered him when he first asked where they were taking him. The tension in the air was palpable. Kyle clenched his fists, frustration bubbling up inside him. “Where are we going? Who are you people?” The man in the passenger seat turned slightly but didn’t meet his gaze

Kyle couldn’t believe the turn his life had taken in the span of a few hours. His mind was still reeling from the conversation with his grandfather, the lavish surroundings, and the promises of wealth that had been dropped on his lap like some fantastical dream. "Take over the consortium after graduation..." the words echoed in his mind. A business empire would be his. And as if that wasn’t enough, the sleek, black card his grandfather handed him had enough money on it to support ten lifetimes. Kyle stared at it, dumbfounded, the weight of it heavy in his hand. "Use it wisely, Kyle. You’ll need it for the future ahead of you," his grandfather had said. Before Kyle could process the magnitude of what was happening, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a call from his best friend, Zack. The urgency in Zack's voice immediately set off alarms. “Kyle! Get back to school now! Your grandmother—she’s here. She found out about your suspension and she’s begging the director to recons

All the students turned back at once, each of them whispering. " Isn't that the Celtic foundation logo?" " What the hell are they doing here?" " Is there a lord in this school?" Stephan's gaze shifted from Kyle to the men walking towards them. One of the rushed forwards to me the Dean and whispered something into his ears. His eyes flickered towards Kyle as thean kept talking to him. The Dean's eye widened after the last speech. His countenance changed the moment he walked towards Kyle. " I am sorry, Mr Kyle. I didn't realise who you really were." he said with a bow. Tara's stiffened. Her gaze drifted drastically from Stephan to Kyle. " What the hell is going on?" " Are the men here for him?" [ Tara scoffed ] " That is not possible." she said between breath. Tara folded her hands with a smile. " No way! Are you saying a boy who juggles different work and shifts is the son of a multi billion company. Don't even get me started." Another girl s