"I swear I'll kill you with my bare hands, you disgusting piece of shit!" Peter screamed in aggravation as he clutched his almost-white knuckles tightly, trying to retain his composure but obviously failing. Who would have thought that Sophia Richardson, the girl he had deprived himself of food, happiness, and friends just to provide for, would one day stab him in the back for some rich bully who wasn’t even as good-looking as he was? The thought of it sent pain shooting across his chest as if a blade was pierced straight into his heart. "Have you forgotten?" he began slowly, his voice trembling. "Have you forgotten so quickly, Sophia? How I used my tuition money to pay for your sick mother’s medical bills?""The day you got arrested, framed for drugs and was almost thrown in jail, I was the only one who came through for you. I sacrificed my happiness and my salary just to keep you satisfied... but this is how you choose to throw away two years of our love? All for what?" He ask

Peter was lying on the hospital mattress when he suddenly began to flinch. He opened his eyes weakly, and everything around him appeared in blurry stripes. 'Where am i?' 'What happened to me?' 'How did I end up here?' Those were the questions running through his mind. He finally regained a bit of consciousness and tried to sit up, rubbing his hands on the back of his neck to ease the sharp ache. "He's awake!" "Bruh? Are you okay?" "Peter, talk to us. How are you?" Peter turned around and saw his two best friends surrounding him like a patient who had just undergone brain surgery. "Tom?... Owen?" he called out softly, staring them in the eyes. Relief washed over him the moment he set his eyes on them. At least he hadn’t lost his friends because of love, they were still a few people who actually cared about him. He wasn’t alone in this cruel world after all, because he still had his buddies by his side. "What... happened?" Peter asked skeptically as little fragm

The chief guard, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit and black shades, signaled to Peter with a wave. He didn’t need to be told who they had come to pick, he already knew. They had been monitoring him for quite a while. It was only recently that they discovered he was actually the second missing child of Thomas Graham, whom they had been searching for years. Thomas Graham was a billionaire business mogul who dominated the luxury fashion industry. Together with his wife Margaret and their children, they owned one of the world’s most exclusive luxury houses—a brand so prestigious that even owning one of their handbags was considered a symbol of ultimate power and status. Peter walked slowly toward the parked vehicles, still in shock. It was the first time he had ever laid eyes on a Ferrari 488 Spider. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then finally gathered the courage to speak. "Is this a dream?" he asked the chief guard, staring him in the eye. "I'm not hallucina

Peter was sprawled loosely on his soft, massive bed, snoring loudly like a cow while enjoying his sleep. He had slept past his usual bedtime without even realizing it. In a few seconds, his phone began to ring. He stretched his hand lazily and grabbed it without checking who the caller was. He placed it to his ear, but the urgent voice on the other end jolted him fully awake. "Peter!..." the voice screamed. "Bruh, where the hell are you?" "Owen?" he replied, recognizing the voice. "What’s going on?" "I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you alright?" Owen panted, sounding relieved after six attempted missed calls. "Uhm… yes, I am," Peter replied after a yawn. "It’s 11:31 a.m, bruh, and you’re not here? We’re already done with the first lectures and the rest were cancelled. Miss Wales called in sick so we're free for the day. Are you sure we shouldn’t be worried?" Peter swallowed hard, rubbing his eyes. It suddenly clicked in his head. He opened his eyes wide and peek

Everybody paused for a brief second, the idea seeming incredibly ridiculous to them. "Peter Lawson, you can't even afford a decent outfit. What makes you think you could afford a nine hundred and seventy thousand dollars Himalaya Birkin?" Evelyn burst out laughing as the other staff joined in. "How about we make a deal then?" Peter muttered with a silly smile. "What deal could you possibly win against me?" Evelyn shot back. "Maybe you’ve forgotten that back in high school, you were always the loser between the two of us." Peter kept quiet, choosing not to reveal who he was just yet. Instead, he had a better idea. He would play dumb for as long as it took, then use Evelyn’s own words against her—“a loser.” "If I’m able to buy this bag, you’ll get on both knees and beg for my forgiveness… for everything you’ve done to me since high school and right here," Peter said, his expression rigid. "Man, are you out of your damn mind? You want my girlfriend to kneel down to you? Do you