**** 'Is being poor a disease?’ That question lingered in his mind. “Why did she do that?” he mumbled, tears threatening to spill out as he stared at the two movie tickets. Don't cry. Be strong. His mind drifted to the incidence earlier, Flashback— Jayden, dressed in a worn-out T-shirt and faded jeans approached the entrance door, smiles creeping across his face. “She'd be happy to watch this movie,” he whispered, shaking the paper tickets in his hand. It was a pay day at work and he had just received his salary. Wanting to surprise his girlfriend, he used it to purchase movie tickets for the two of them. He reached her door and knocked. No response. ‘Where is she? Isn't she home?’ he thought. His gaze swept the compound and landed on a BMW, his brows knitting in confusion and unease. He dipped his hand into his pocket and dialed her number but the call didn't go through. “What's wrong?” he wondered, looking at the car. Does she have a visitor and d

**** “That's what you get. Do you know who he is?” The vice chairman snapped. Jayden exhaled, rubbing his neck. His heart pounded. “Who am I?” he asked, facing Mr Rodriguez. “Listen everyone, Mr. Hart is the sole heir to Apexium Conglomerate.” He announced. “The… what?” Gasp erupted in the air. Hands flew to chests. Jayden tilted his head, staring at Mr Rodriguez. “That's impossible. My parents were not rich neither were they poor. Our life were simple.” he mumbled. Rodriguez smiled. “Let's talk in my office,” Mr Rodriguez offered, gesturing to the elevator. Jayden hesitated, then followed him. ‘Is he messing with me?’ he thought. Jayden's eyes darted around the room then stopped at him. “Mr. Vice chairman, I appreciate the fact that you wanted to cover my ass in front of your workers, but still, you shouldn't have lied. That's huge.” Jayden uttered. “Sit, Mr Hart. Juice or wine?” Mr Rodriguez asked, ignoring what he said. Jayden's nose flared and his jaw clen

He sat on the couch, gaze fixed absently on the man lying on the bed. "I had an accident two months ago, on my way back from a meeting," he said slowly, his voice raspy. "How did you know it was staged?" The man coughed slightly, then continued, "I received an anonymous message with threats that morning." "Did you know who might have done it?" Jayden asked, his jaw tightening, a knot of unease tightening in his gut. "My stepbrothers. They wanted me to invest in their... shady business, but I refused." Jayden nodded, his mind racing, trying to process the implications. "Why didn't you come to me sooner? Why now?" The man glanced at him and smiled weakly, a wisp of a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I tried. But your father had his ways. If you can remember, I came looking for you when you were young – at your school, and promised to visit often," the man muttered, audible enough for Jayden to hear. He cleared his throat, a painful sound. "But your father called me. He told m

He collapsed into his chair the moment he got home, a lingering smile still on his face from when he had left. He wasn't completely alone in the world after all. He was still reminiscing over everything that had happened when a voice interrupted his thoughts. “Man, it is getting seriously hard to understand you lately,” Grayson said, narrowing his brows as he walked into the room. “Last week you were completely moody, and now you're sitting there smiling like you just won some illegal money.” Jayden’s smile faltered slightly. Was he going to tell them the truth? That he had found his little sister, the one who was supposed to have died fourteen years ago? No. He couldn't risk her safety. Instead, he just forced another smile. “It's just good to see you happy for a change,” Nathan chimed in, tossing his jacket aside. “Let's go grab a drink to celebrate your good mood.” “Alright. My treat,” Jayden said. Both of his friends stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening in shock. “

"The door is open. The CFO will ensure your percentage is returned to you!” Everyone's eyes widened. A collective gasp filled the massive boardroom, the sudden tension turning the air cold. To Jayden's right, Mr. Rodriguez turned to him, completely stunned by the audacity of the young man standing beside him. “You heard me right,” Jayden continued, his voice dropping into a bold and cold tone that surprised even himself. “It would be a shame to our business if we listened to the complaints of important investors like you and didn't put them into action. If you know you are not satisfied with this arrangement, feel free to leave. We won't owe you a single percent.” The room fell into a dead, suffocating silence. Jayden’s gaze swept slowly around the mahogany table, locked onto the man who had been shouting the loudest, and pointed a finger. “Mr. Brooks, what percentage do you hold in this company?” The older man stood up quietly, his previous arrogance completely vanishing. He cle