I stood still, looking at the stunned reactions from the crowd after revealing my true identity as the lost son of the Carters. My transformation from a nobody to someone of immense wealth was written on every face around me. But while the revelation had shaken everyone, I knew I wasn't done proving myself. I could sense the silent challenge that still hung in the air—a challenge from Ethan, who wasn't ready to admit defeat just yet. "He can't be? Is he really the lost son of the Carters?" One of the students asked while the others immediately pressed their phones to look it up online. Linda, on the other hand, kept her gaze fixed on me and noticed there was something off about me. I was having this assurance, this backing, like I could do anything and everything I wanted to. She still didn't believe how a boy who had nothing yesterday could suddenly be able to transfer a huge amount of money into the school account, buying himself a spot in the elite world. She knew it was too lat

I kept my gaze on the student standing across the hallway, a flicker of recognition in my eyes. The boy seemed ordinary enough—tall, slender, wearing a faded school uniform—but there was something in the way he stared at me, an intensity that made me uneasy. Was he the one sending those cryptic messages? Before I could approach him, the boy turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowded hallway. I felt a surge of frustration. I was surrounded by people, yet I felt like I was being isolated in this game Ethan was playing. I knew I needed answers, and fast. As I stepped out of the school building, I received another message from the unknown number. [Unknown Number: Meet me at the old café on Elm Street. If you want to know what Ethan's really planning, come alone.] My jaw clenched. I couldn’t ignore this message; whoever this person was, they seemed to have insights into Ethan’s moves. I quickly flagged down a cab, my mind racing with questions. Could this be another trap? Was

The foul smell woke me up. I looked around and dusted my rumpled clothes. My head throbbed with pain. "Where am I?" I said slowly getting up to my feet.My wrist burned, showing signs of ropes. "I am going to make all of them pay for this." I cursed under my breath.I remembered what the man and the woman had told me. There was a lot that was happening to me, and I needed to uncover the truth. The timing was perfect.My grandfather had come to me at my weakest, making it easier to win me over, but was that all there was to me being the heir to the Carter's wealth? Fiona would not acknowledge me, so there must be something I didn't know.I looked around to know where exactly I was. I suddenly perceived a foul smell, and I almost vomited. "I need to get dressed." I said, slowly looking at my dirty and soiled clothes. My blood had stained my white shirt and white pants.I dipped my hands into my back pocket, and it was gone. The card my grandfather had given to me was the only thing that

I stood at the entrance of the school, my once unattractive appearance now replaced with clean clothes and a fire in my eyes. The whispers of the students around me were louder today, rippling through the crowd like a wave. Some looked at me with disdain, while others envied me and my new-found powers."Is that really Jason?" one student said in disbelief. "I heard he’s the new heir to the Carter family.""But wasn’t he just some nobody a few weeks ago?" Another added, unable to hide the shock.I ignored the whispers; my mind focused on one thing: getting back what was mine. I knew Ethan had the black card, the one my grandfather gave me as a symbol of my authority and connection to the Carter legacy. Without it, I couldn't keep Ethan in check, and I wasn't about to let that power slip through my fingers.Ethan leaned against a row of lockers, surrounded by his usual entourage. He spotted me, and a sly grin crept across his face. "Look who's decided to crawl back," Ethan called out mo

The school auditorium buzzed with excitement as students, parents, and faculty gathered for the annual charity auction. Elegant decorations adorned the walls, the warm glow of chandeliers casting a glamorous light over the crowd. Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation.I stood at the entrance, dressed sharply in a tailored suit, feeling a rush of confidence after the incident with Ethan. Beside me was Elena, her presence magnetic, effortlessly drawing glances from everyone in attendance.“Looks like you’re making quite an impression,” Elena remarked, smirking as she surveyed the crowd. “I’ve never seen this many people interested in a charity event before.”I chuckled, feeling the buzz of the room. “I think they’re more interested in the drama than the cause,” I replied, my eyes scanning for familiar faces.As we walked through the crowd, I caught sight of Ethan surrounded by his family. The Mathews were positioned like royalty, laughter er