2025-12-09 06:27:46Third Person POV
Ryan blinked twice as if his eyes were lying to him. But Benjamin didn’t disappear. He kept walking along the stone path like this was his nightly routine.
Rose clung to Ryan’s arm. “What the hell is he doing here?”
Ryan’s mouth twisted. “He probably wandered in by accident. You know how he is. No shame.”
They stepped out of the elevator, their irritation rising with each step toward the courtyard. Benjamin was about to pass under an arch covered in white lanterns when Ryan’s voice snapped through the quiet air.
“Hey! Storage Boy!"
Benjamin stopped. He turned in a calm, almost bored way, as if he had been expecting this confrontation.
"Now, what the hell do you think you’re doing here, hmm?”
Benjamin tilted his head slightly.
Rose frowned. “Don’t try to act casual. We both know you don’t belong here.”
“I’m a guest.”
Ryan laughed sharply. “At Golden Front Hotel? Please. You’re sleep in a storage room because you can’t afford to switch to a bigger one. Why are you lying, huh?”
Benjamin didn’t flinch.
"Now, something tells me you sneaked in here. I mean," Ryan scoffed. "No one enjoys sleeping in a storage room but that isn't enough reason for you to sneak in here."
“I didn’t sneak in. I checked in legally.”
Rose scowled like the claim offended her. “Legally? One night here costs more than three Dior bags. You—you can’t even afford one!”
Ryan nodded, righteous anger building. “You had to save for three months, Benjamin! Three fucking months!!"
Benjamin didn’t respond. His silence only fueled them.
“I'm calling security." Rose announced, irritated. "Security!"
A pair of guards at the garden entrance turned their heads. Rose and Ryan waved wildly at them, urging them closer with dramatic gestures that made Benjamin look like the world’s most wanted criminal.
The guards approached at a steady, practiced pace.
"This man," Ryan started. "He doesn't belong here."
One of them sized up Benjamin quietly, then gave Ryan and Rose an unimpressed look.
“Sir, ma’am,” the guard said, “we cannot determine if this guest belongs here or not, simply based on how he looks.”
Ryan sputtered. “Are you kidding me? Take a fucking look at him!”
The guard didn’t blink. “Most reputable and highly respected people often prefers understated clothing. Only middle-class people likes to flash logos.”
That hit Ryan like a slap. His shirt tonight was printed with a brand so bold it nearly glowed under the garden lights. Rose tugged at her Dior bag self-consciously.
“What are you even saying? That he is some billionaire??” she snapped.
“I’m saying appearances aren’t evidence,” the guard replied, voice steady.
Ryan’s face reddened. He stepped forward. “Call your manager. Right now.”
Rose raised her chin. “Yes. Bring the manager. We’ll settle this properly.”
The guard’s expression tightened a little, then he nodded. “Very well. I will inform him.”
They watched him walk away. Ryan’s confidence ballooned again.
“This is perfect,” he muttered. "I'm sure you have no idea how fucked you are or who owns this place.
Rose smiled sweetly. “Of course he doesn't."
Ryan smirked. "Once the manager sees you here, you'll be blacklisted from all Mercury Corporation properties. You’ll be stuck working at Walmart for the rest of life.”
“While, we will be at our internships, headed for Wall Street before graduation.” Rose sighed happily, already enjoying the scene in her imagination.
Benjamin stood still. He didn’t defend himself. He didn’t explain. He simply let them talk.
Minutes later, the manager arrived. He walked briskly, tie crisp, posture disciplined. His presence carried authority the way a storm carried rain.
“Good evening,” he said, looking at Ryan and Rose. “I was informed there was an issue.”
“Yes,” Ryan said, puffing out his chest. “It pains me to say, but here is a serious breach of security at your organisation. Look at him.” He gestured at Benjamin like pointing out a stain. “How is someone like that walking around a six-star hotel?”
The manager turned toward Benjamin.
And froze.
The change in him was instant. His face drained of color. His breath hitched. His eyes widened with something close to dread.
Rose saw it and smiled in triumph. “See? Even you can’t believe this. Your security is a joke if he can get in.”
Ryan added, “We demand you escort him out. And comp our bill. This whole night was ruined. Your negligence is unbelievable.”
The manager swallowed hard. “It is… my mistake,” he murmured. “I truly let anyone walk in tonight.”
Ryan grinned. “Exactly. Now fix it.”
The manager nodded slowly, then stepped closer to them with deliberate calm.
And then, his hand whipped across Ryan’s face.
The slap cracked across the garden like a gunshot.
Ryan staggered. Rose shrieked.
“You—” Ryan gasped. “Are you insane?”
“You… you hit him?” Rose asked in disbelief.
“Yes,” the manager said. “And I will do worse if necessary.”
The manager’s expression didn’t change. “The Golden Front Hotel does not welcome guests like you.”
Ryan stood frozen, palm pressed to his cheek as if trying to confirm the pain was real. Rose stared at the manager like he’d lost his mind.
Ryan sputtered. “You’re making a mistake. A huge one. How can you prefer him?” He pointed at Benjamin with shaking fury.
The manager turned to Benjamin and bowed his head slightly. “Sir. I sincerely apologize for the disturbance.”
Rose’s jaw dropped. “What? Why are you apologizing to him? He doesn't even belong here!!”
The manager straightened. “Oh, yes. He does.”
Her voice cracked. “How?”
Benjamin shrugged lightly. “I came to the hotel, met with the manager, and got in without paying.”
“Oh!" Rose let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. "I get it now. You’re here to work security. Right? That’s the only explanation.”
Ryan nodded vigorously, seizing the idea. “Makes sense. You hired him. That’s why you’re defending him.”
The manager stiffened. “He is not security.”
Ryan jabbed a finger at him. “I cannot believe you’d put a staff member above paying guests. This is insane. You know what? I’m not staying in a hotel that treats us like this.”
Just then, his phone rang sharply, slicing through his outrage. Ryan yanked it out of his pocket, ready to snap at whoever was calling, but the moment he saw the caller ID his face shifted.
He answered. “Dad?”
His father’s furious voice exploded through the speaker loud enough for Rose to hear.
“Ryan! He sent people to attack us! Do you hear me? That boy sent people to beat us up in our own home!”
Ryan staggered back. “What? When?”
“Tonight! They stormed in like they owned the place. You come home right now!”
The call cut off.
Ryan stood frozen, color draining from his face. “He… you sent people to attack my parents?”
Benjamin stayed silent, his expression unreadable.
Ryan’s anger surged back in an instant. “You’ll regret this. I swear, I’ll make sure your life at school turns to hell. You think you can mess with my family and walk around like nothing happened?”
“Let’s go,” Rose said quickly, grabbing his arm. “This place is beneath us anyway.”
Ryan shot Benjamin one last venomous glare. “Watch your back.”
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Chapter 95
Mr. Harrison nodded. “So answer us honestly.”The room seemed to hold its breath as Mr. Harrison made the statement.“What exactly can you possibly offer our daughter?”The question hung in the air, heavy and unyielding.Benjamin did not answer immediately.For the first time since he had forced his way into the house, his gaze drifted away and settled somewhere indistinct, as if he were looking past the walls, past the neatly arranged furniture, past the comfortable middle-class life they had worked so hard to build. His shoulders, which had been tense for most of the evening, slowly relaxed, not with confidence but with something closer to resignation.However, Elise’s parents mistook his silence for evasion.Mrs. Harrison folded her arms tightly. “You see?” she said, her voice sharp but edged with something tired. “He can’t even answer. That alone says alot.”Benjamin inhaled slowly.He had faced far harsher interrogations before. But compared to those, this should have been easy.
Chapter 94
“You really have no idea how ridiculous you sound.” Mrs. Harrison shook her head.Benjamin exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down. “Listen, Terence is not a good person.”“And you are?” Mr. Harrison shot back.Benjamin met his gaze steadily. “I’m someone who actually cares whether Elise gets hurt.”Mrs. Harrison scoffed. “If you cared, you wouldn’t be standing here right now. Just leave. You are no saint.”The living room felt smaller than it had moments ago. The air was heavy, thick with judgment and disbelief, pressing down on Benjamin’s shoulders. Elise left with Terence Lin. That fact sat like a stone in Benjamin’s chest. He knew chasing after them would only make things worse, yet staying here felt no better. Mr. Harrison crossed his arms, his expression stern but not entirely without calculation. “Young man, do you know how absurd this looks from our perspective? You barge into our home, break our door, accuse someone as reputable as a Terence, and then act like some kin
Chapter 93
“Iris was deceived and vulnerable. She believed Benjamin was helping her. But it was all part of his plan to take her away from me.” Terence Lin said pitifully.His voice was low and restrained, carrying just enough hurt to sound genuine. He stood there with his shoulders slightly slumped, his expression carefully composed, like a man trying to hold himself together after heartbreak.“Oh my God!” Mrs. Harrison whispered urgently. “I knew he was up to no good, but this? This is far beyond what I imagined.”Mr. Harrison could not help but shake his head as he stared at Benjamin with open disgust.Benjamin felt a surge of anger rise in his chest.Shameless.That was the only word that came to mind.He had seen arrogance before. He had seen hypocrisy, entitlement, and arrogance wrapped in fine suits and polished smiles. But Terence Lin’s ability to twist the truth so effortlessly, to present himself as a victim while standing atop layers of privilege, disgusted him.“You’re unbelievable,”
Chapter 92
“Stay away!” Elise muttered. “Don’t come any closer.”“Elise—”“Save it. I don’t want to hear it.”Elise's voice cut through the living room, sharp and trembling at the same time. Both her hands clenched at her sides, fingers white, her eyes fixed on Benjamin with a mixture of anger and hurt she no longer bothered to hide.The room was deathly quiet.Benjamin stood just inside the doorway, the broken handle still in his right hand. The door itself hung crooked on its hinges, the lock splintered as if it had been struck by a battering ram rather than pulled open by a human hand.Benjamin exhaled slowly and lowered his hand, placing the damaged handle carefully on a nearby cabinet as if doing so might somehow undo what had already happened. His expression was restrained, but there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes.“I didn’t deceive you,” he said quietly, looking at Elise. “I never did.”Elise shook her head.“There he goes again. Didn’t deceive me?” Elise repeated. Her voice rose
Chapter 91
The room froze.No one spoke.No one even seemed to breathe.The shattered doorframe stood crooked, splintered wood scattered across the tiled floor like fallen debris from a small explosion. The metal latch, once firmly embedded, now sat twisted in Benjamin’s hand, its screws torn clean from the wood.Benjamin stared at it for a moment.Then he sighed.It was a quiet sound, more weary than dramatic, as though he himself were the most surprised person in the room.“I didn’t mean to do that,” he said calmly, lowering his hand. “I misjudged the force.”The words only made the scene stranger.Elise’s parents were stiff, shock written across their faces. Her mother’s hand hovered near her chest, fingers trembling. Her father had half-risen from his seat, unsure whether to advance or retreat, his expression torn between anger and disbelief.The heavy silence stretched.Benjamin glanced down at the broken handle again, then flexed his fingers slightly. He could still feel the unfamiliar res
Chapter 90
“That should do.”Terence slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable.“Thank you,” he said lightly.Elise nodded, unaware that the image had already been delivered to its intended recipient.It was at this point that Benjamin’s phone lit up with a notification.…Pots clanged softly, oil hissed as it met heat, and the comforting scent of home-cooked food slowly filled the house. The kind of smell that wrapped around the walls and lingered in the air, promising warmth and indulgence.Elise’s father hovered nearby, sleeves rolled up, occasionally stepping in to help or simply to watch with satisfaction.“We don’t often have guests this late,” he said cheerfully, glancing toward the living room where Terence sat with practiced ease. “But when we do, we make sure no one leaves hungry.”Terence smiled politely. “I’m already grateful you let me stay. Anything beyond that is a bonus.”“You’re too modest,” Elise’s mother replied warmly. “You should relax. Tonight, you’r
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