All Chapters of Beyond Riches: The Inexplainable Trillionaire: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
14 chapters
Chapter 1: The Broom Boy
The VIP lounge of Silvercrest University glittered like a piece of heaven carved out for the elite. There were crystal chandeliers, polished marble, and the scent of perfume, aged wine, and power. Ethan polished a crystal glass, his tired reflection staring back from twenty different angles, reflecting his hollow cheeks, blue janitor uniform with “Silvercrest Facilities” stitched on the chest.“Third time tonight,” he muttered. “This damn rich people don’t even drink half of these stuff.” His stomach growled, he hadn’t eaten all day. “Two more hours, then I can go home.”But then the lounge doors swung open. Ethan straightened to disappear, but a laugh froze him in place, it was a high and bright laugh, like a wind chimes. He knew it was non other than his girlfriend Celia, he quickly hid behind a marble pillar before he could think.“I still can’t believe you’re here,” Celia said, her voice carrying a new tone. “The pre-donor gala, this is where decisions get made, right?”Ethan peer
Chapter 2: The Verdict
Ethan’s knees started to bend. “Just kneel,” he told himself. “It’s not worth losing your arm.”“Break his left arm first,” Jason said casually. “He’s right-handed, right? Let him keep the good one so he can still mop.”Adam laughed. “Very generous.”“Wait,” Ethan heard himself say. “I’ll...”“What is going on here?”The voice cut through everything. Vice Chancellor Hector Freeman stood in the doorway, a big man in his mid-fifties, built like someone who still hit the gym at five a.m. Behind him were two people Ethan knew well. Amelia Freeman, the VC’s daughter, she was considered the queen of the university, at just twenty years old she was the student union president, youngest board member, campus goddess, and, surprisingly, Ethan’s friend. And Trevor Stevens, last child of the thirty-billion-dollar Stevens hospitality empire, whose Mayfair Gardens resorts Ethan could never afford to enter, but who had been his friend for years.Amelia took in the scene instantly, Ethan soaked in ch
Chapter 3: The Truth Unveiled
The police threw Ethan into a cold cell as he sat on the concrete bench, staring at the bars.“Why?” he muttered. “What did I do wrong? Why was I born into nothing while Brad gets everything?” He pressed his palms to his eyes. “If I could change the world, I’d make it fair. Give wealth to those who deserve it, not lazy and cruel...”“Shut up in there!” Two officers stared through the bars. One tall and thin with an unkempt mustache and the other was shorter, wider with a face worn by too many late shifts. "What the hell are you yapping about?"“I said I’d make the world fair,” Ethan repeated flatly.Both officers burst out laughing. “He is in jail for stealing ten million, talking about fairness,” the short one said. “A real philosopher.”“Maybe you should’ve philosophized your way into not being a thief,” the tall one added.“I didn’t steal anything.” Ethan insisted.“Sure. Nobody in here did. We’re holding a building full of innocent men.”Ethan’s tears filled his eyes. A loser his
Chapter 4: The Cards
Donald rushed toward the police chief, face twisted with fury. Behind him, the Silvercrest security team moved as one, heavy weapons raised, red dots landing on every officer's chest."Wait!" Chief Dolan threw his hands up. "I was only trying to help! He was running back to the cell..."Donald's fist connected with his chin three times, each impact like meat hitting concrete. "Helpful? You threw the young master to the ground. You had your men tackle him like a common criminal."A kick to the stomach folded the chief in half. He dropped to his knees, coughing blood onto the pavement. His officers knelt in perfect surrender, surrounded by men with guns who clearly wanted an excuse to pull the trigger. If Donald ordered the entire force wiped out, nobody would say a word.Donald turned away from the bleeding chief, his entire demeanor shifting from killer to servant again. He gently helped Ethan to his feet. "Young Master, please forgive me. I failed to protect you."Ethan touched his s
Chapter 5: The Garden
Trevor and Amelia walked beside Ethan into Mayfair Gardens' grand lobby. Having his friends nearby felt like stepping into shade after standing in the sun too long. But for the others, the tension only grew. Through the glass doors, Ethan could still see Celia's silhouette, the woman he'd loved, who'd just ordered security to throw him out. Deep down, he still loved her. He hated that, but eight months of his life didn't fade overnight.He wished she hadn't betrayed him. If she had stayed, she would be riding this sunset with him, three hundred billion dollars and a connection to the most powerful family on earth. She could've had it all. Instead, she chose Brad Charlesly, trading a diamond for a shiny rock. When the truth came out, she would regret everything.Trevor turned to the security guards, who stood frozen, processing that the shabby man they had tried to eject, was friends with the owner's son. "You three, what are your names?""Marcus, sir. And this is Domingo and Chen.""Y
Chapter 6: The Test
The lobby stayed frozen for a bit after Ethan’s threat. Then Adam burst out laughing. “Oh, I get it now, it because of Ray. He thinks Amelia will get Ray to talk to his father, and Donald Steflon bankrupts our families. Classic desperate thinking.”Relief washed over the Golden Five, as their shoulders dropped and their laughter returned.“You almost had me worried,” Cady said.Brad stepped forward, his smirk restored. “My family and Cady’s are direct subordinates to the Silvercrest Clan. We work for them, under their protection. Why would the Silvercrests throw loyal subordinates under the bus for some janitor?”“Even Ray has limits,” Cady added. “Donald Steflon serves the Silvercrest family. He wouldn’t bankrupt us over someone his son’s crush asked him to help.”“Just watch,” Ethan said, turning to leave.“Wait!” Cady called. “You better get ready to become Ray’s wife, Amelia.”Ethan spun back. “What does that mean?”Cady twirled her hair. “If Amelia asks Ray for another favor this
Chapter 7: The Slap
Ms. Gwen stared at the card like it was a live snake, her manicured fingers trembling as she turned it over. The engraved name read Ethan Silvercrest. "You're a Silvercrest?" she whispered."I need you to process the payment. And never speak a word of this to anyone. Defiling the most powerful family on earth comes with consequences." Ethan said with a stern face.Her face went pale and she quickly bowed, almost hitting her head on the marble floor. "I swear on my life, sir. This secret goes to my grave."She swiped the card with shaking hands. The machine beeped green, $10,552,800, processed. She handed the card back with both hands, like a holy relic. Ethan pocketed it. "The card really does work, Donald was telling the truth," he thought to himself. Now he needed to call Donald, agree to meet his father, and deal with the Golden Five.Trevor and Amelia watched from across the lobby. "Why is Ms. Gwen bowing? She looks terrified," Amelia whispered."I don't know. But Ethan can be per
Chapter 8: The Card
Minutes later, a woman stepped out of the bank. She was in her late twenties, sleek ponytail, cream-colored suit that fit like it was stitched onto her. Everything about her radiated competence. Behind her stood Brian, hovering like an anxious fly. She scanned the compound, eyes landing on Ethan in his shabby uniform and bruised face.Ethan walked toward her. Brian rushed forward, blocking him. "Stay back!" His voice cracked. "One more step and I'll have you arrested!"Ethan ignored him, looking past him at the woman. "Are you Austin Ross's PA?"Her eyes sparked with interest. "Are you Ethan?""I am, I was invited here personally by Austin Ross."She turned to Brian, whose hand was raised to physically block Ethan. "Stop," she commanded. Brian's hand froze. "Miss Samson, you don't understand he is a pauper, our elite clients are threatening to boycott...""I said stop. Did you not hear me the first time?"Brian's mouth opened and closed, silent.She extended her hand to Ethan. "My nam
Chapter 9: The Golden Prince
Ethan smiled at the sight before him, Austin Ross, president of a ten-trillion-dollar bank, and Golden Samson, who had just humiliated a lobby of billionaires, both kneeling, trembling and unable to meet his eyes. He wasn't Ethan the janitor anymore, he was the lost heir to the most powerful empire on earth."Rise," Ethan said.They scrambled up, heads still bowed. "Young Master," Austin breathed. "Please, let us take you inside.""Lead the way." Ethan responded calmly.They ushered him into Austin's private office, in it was a floor-to-ceiling windows, a mahogany desk, leather chairs and an original art piece. Ethan took the main chair and Austin and Golden remained standing. "Sit." They perched on the edges of their seats."The hundred billion in my account," Ethan began. "I need full access.""Done," Austin said immediately. "Unrestricted access within the hour.""Good. I need a celebrity stylist who can come here and get me ready for an event tonight. I don't have time to shop."G
Chapter 10: The Arrival
The grand hall of Silvercrest University blazed with light. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen fireworks, marble floors polished to mirrors, music drifting through the air. The annual Donor Banquet had begun, it was a status symbol, a playground for billionaires to show off, and a way to say, "I matter to the Silvercrest family."The parking lot had become a car show. Trevor's custom Rolls-Royce Ghost which was a ten million dollars car pulled in. He stepped out, adjusting his cufflinks, and five more cars rolled in beside him in unison. It was the Golden Five, as planned.The crowd erupted. "Adam's new Ferrari, twelve million! His suit's Valentino, three million!" "Jessica's Bentley Continental, fifteen million, and a five-million-dollar dress!" "Jason's Brabus, twenty million, and a two-million-dollar watch!" "Cady's Porsche 911 Cabriolet—her jewelry could feed a small country!" And finally, Brad's Lamborghini Miura SVJ, thirty million, matched with an eight-million-dollar Tom For