All Chapters of THE RETURN OF KYLE : Chapter 1
- Chapter 9
9 chapters
The Ultimatum
Kyle sat at the edge of the bed, scrolling mindlessly through his phone when Tara tossed hers to him without warning. “Pay this,” she demanded, her tone dripping with expectation. He caught it awkwardly and glanced at the screen. His face nearly bulging out of their sockets. The figures were past his paycheck. It was her online shopping cart, filled with luxury items—clothes, shoes, and a high-end perfume—all totaling almost his entire salary from the two part-time jobs he worked tirelessly to keep up with his tuition fees. Kyle began to sweat, as he didn't know what to tell or do to the ksut he was eyeing in his front He hesitated, biting his lip as his eyes scanned the amount again. “Tara, I just got my paycheck, but I still need to pay my tuition. They’ve already given me an ultimatum. If I don’t pay today, I’m out.” Tara rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in disdain. “So? You’re always broke anyway. Just pay it. Stop being so damn cheap.” she said looking at Kyle wit
The humiliation
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
The turning point
Kyle lay on the ground, feeling useless. Phones were up in his face. Each of the students took pictures, laughing while some actually pitied Kyle. His face throbbed from where Stephen had stomped on him, and every attempt to stand up was met with searing pain in his ribs. He gritted his teeth, refusing to let the tears sting his eyes. He wouldn’t cry. Not here, not in front of them. “Look at him,” someone muttered from the distance. “He’s pathetic. He should have known too well not to come after someone like Stephen." “Serves him right for trying to punch Stephen,” another voice chimed in. “He brought it on himself.” Kyle’s fists clenched as he tried to push himself up again, but his body betrayed him. His legs wobbled, and he collapsed back onto the cold pavement. Just when he thought the humiliation couldn’t get any worse, a familiar voice cut through the murmurs of the students. “Kyle!” The voice belonged to the director of the school, Mr. Hainsworth, a tall, thin man i
A name, a title
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
Blood ties
Arthur’s face fell, but he nodded in understanding. “You don’t have to believe me right away. But I hope you’ll give me a chance to explain. There’s so much you need to know about your father... and about the legacy that awaits you.” Kyle’s fists tightened at his sides. Legacy? What kind of legacy had left him and his mother struggling all these years? But even as anger swirled inside him, a part of him was curious, desperate for answers. “Alright,” Kyle said quietly. “I’ll listen.” Kyle sat rigid in his seat, his mind still spinning from the revelation. His grandfather’s eyes were filled with warmth and excitement, but Kyle’s chest felt tight. The luxurious surroundings suddenly felt stifling. He had grown up in cramped apartments, with little more than the bare necessities. Now, they were telling him he was the lost heir to an empire? Arthur’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Kyle, I know this is overwhelming, but you are my grandson. My blood. It’s only right that you
The rise
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
Fall on your knees
Kyle looked at his grandmother and back at Stephan. He had a satisfactory look on his face and Tara, of course. She was right by his side with a look of contempt evidently seen on her face too. " Why don't you just get this over me and save yourself the trouble. We both know you are born to bow." she said with a puff, her hand slightly thrown on her hip side. " And what if I said I won't?" Kyle said back immediately, his eyes fallen on the old woman who was still on her knees. [ Student gasp ] " Did you hear that?" " He just signed his death wish." " Do you think Stephan would ever forgive someone who talks back at him?" " He is in soup now." " I would just do what he asks of me if that means staying in this school." Kyle's grandmother drew him by the tip of his trousers. " Kneel son. Why don't you save me the trouble of kneeling down and begging him." she said with a tiring voice. " Kneel and beg him?" Kyle raised an eyebrows. " I never did anything wro
Fortune smile on Kyle
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
The unseen card
Beth’s whisper didn’t just reach Kyle’s ears. It detonated like a time bomb shattering everything in its way. “Yes, I would love to.” For half a second, there was no sound. Then—The courtyard exploded. Gasps. Screams. Phones flashing like paparazzi at a red carpet event. Someone dropped their coffee. Someone cursed loudly while some actually clapped. Stephan’s smirk fell off his face like it had never belonged there. Tara’s manicured nails dug into her own palms. Beth Henderson — the untouchable queen of the school — had just chosen the scholarship nobody. No. Not a nobody. An Arthur heir. Kyle didn’t react immediately. He simply studied Beth’s face as if confirming she wasn’t playing him. Her expression was calm. But there was something else behind it. Curiosity. It was almost like she wanted to know more. A question most of the kids were dying to ask him actually. How does a nobody suddenly rise to the becoming the grandson of one of the richest men