Heir by Dawn

The grand hall of Lugard Ford shimmered with chandeliers, their light bouncing across a thousand polished glasses. Laughter, music, the hum of the graduating elite

it all fell into silence when Ethan Hale stepped onto the stage.He dropped to one knee.

“Selena,” he said, his voice steady, though his chest hammered like a war drum, “from the moment I met you, you’ve been my world. Will you marry me?”

The hall gasped. Professors leaned forward. Students froze mid-toast. For a heartbeat, the entire academy seemed to hold its breath.

Then, Selena Voss tilted her head back and laughed. Not the laugh he had cherished, the one like bells on a spring morning. No, this was sharp. Cold. Cutting.

“Marry you?” Her heels clicked against the stage as she stepped forward, her lips curling in disdain. “Ethan… do you really think you deserve me?”

A ripple of whispers spread. Some chuckled. Some smirked. Ethan’s hand tightened around the ring box. He rose slowly, confusion clouding his gaze. “Selena, what are you?” She cut him off with a sneer.

“There are things you weren’t born with. Things you’ll never have, no matter how hard you try. Money. Power. Status. Do you think love alone can put food on the table? Do you think your pathetic part-time jobs could ever sustain me?”

The crowd broke into murmurs, sharp as knives. Ethan felt the weight of every eye piercing him. His voice was quiet, but steady. “Selena… I thought what we had”

“What we had?” she interrupted, laughter dripping with venom. “Just one of my handbags costs more than what you’ll make in four years scrubbing tables. Four years, Ethan. And you thought you could propose to me?”

The audience chuckled, some openly laughing now. His chest burned, but he held her gaze.

“You’re not like this,” he said firmly. “You’re angry, maybe nervous in front of everyone. But this isn’t”

“Oh, please.” She lifted her hand, revealing earrings that shimmered faintly, alive with pulsing light. “See these? Solar-powered, anti-aging, worth billions. My boyfriend gave them to me. Just because he felt like it. You?”

She leaned closer, her whisper slicing across the microphone, magnified for all to hear. “You’d have to dig in a mine for a thousand years to afford them.” Gasps echoed through the hall. Ethan froze. His hand trembled.

“Boyfriend?” he repeated, each syllable carved from disbelief. Selena smiled sweetly, and in one cruel motion, turned toward the crowd.

“Damien,” she called.

A figure rose from the front row. Tall, broad-shouldered, suit tailored to perfection. Damien Cross strolled to the stage like he owned the air itself. Applause erupted, but it wasn’t for Ethan. It was mockery.

Selena slipped into Damien’s arms without hesitation. “This,” she said, pressing against him, “is the man who can give me happiness.”

Damien smirked at Ethan. “Tough luck, buddy. Not everyone’s cut out for the big leagues.”

Laughter thundered. Glasses clinked. Ethan stood frozen, ring box still open in his palm, its small diamond suddenly looking like a pebble in a storm.

His lips parted, but no words came. The crowd laughed harder. Damien’s voice cut through the noise, dripping with superiority. “You should’ve known your place, Hale. Guys like you… you’re entertainment for us. Nothing more.”

Selena leaned against him, triumphant. “So tell me, Ethan. What makes you think you could ever give me happiness?”

The final knife twisted. The room roared with ridicule. Ethan’s ears rang. And yet his eyes, though burning, did not break.

He closed the ring box slowly. Straightened his shoulders. Inside, his thoughts were ice. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you’ll see.

“Look at his face!” someone shouted from the crowd. “Like a stray dog that just lost its bone!”

The hall exploded with laughter. Champagne glasses clinked. Phones rose into the air, recording the scene, immortalizing his humiliation.

Selena turned back toward Ethan, her voice sugar-coated but dripping with cruelty.

Ethan’s jaw tightened. His knuckles whitened around the small velvet box. “Selena,” he said, each word measured, “was everything between us… just a game to you?”

Her eyes flashed no hesitation, no guilt. “Of course. Did you really believe I’d settle for… this?” She waved her manicured fingers toward his worn-out suit, the scuffed shoes he’d polished until dawn.

“You were nothing more than… practice.”The crowd gasped, then laughed harder.

Damien stepped forward, arm tightening around Selena’s waist. His smile was razor sharp.

Ethan’s voice dropped lower, calm in the storm. “And what about love, Selena? Was that also worthless?”

Selena tilted her head, mock sympathy dripping from her tone. “Love? Love doesn’t pay bills. Love doesn’t buy private jets or penthouses in the sky.

Wake up, Ethan. You’re not a prince. You’re a beggar who mistook kindness for affection.”

Her words cut deeper than the laughter. For a long, agonizing second, Ethan stared at her, seeing not the girl he’d once believed in but a stranger cloaked in cruelty and greed.

A professor shifted uncomfortably, but no one intervened. The spectacle was too intoxicating. Ethan closed the ring box with a soft click.

The sound was swallowed by the hall’s mocking chorus, but in his chest, it thundered like a gunshot.

“Selena,” he said quietly, his eyes locked on hers, “I hope you never regret this moment.” Selena smirked, leaning closer to Damien. “Regret? Darling, the only thing I regret is not ending this charade sooner.”

Damien chuckled. “Come on, Selena. We’ve wasted enough time on him. Let the pauper crawl back to his part-time jobs.”

The two turned, walking away together, basking in the applause and jeers that followed.

Ethan stood alone under the chandelier’s harsh light, surrounded by laughter that felt like daggers against his skin. His fingers dug into the ring box until it hurt, But his eyes his eyes were no longer broken. They were steel. The ceremony resumed, but the energy had shifted.

Every toast, every speech, every clap of hands was tinged with the echo of Ethan’s humiliation, He descended the stage slowly, each step heavier than the last. Students leaned close, whispering loudly enough for him to hear.

“Did you see his face? Like a dead man walking.”

“Who proposes without money in the bank?”

“Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.”

A girl near the aisle giggled, covering her mouth. “If I were him, I’d never show my face again.”

Ethan walked past them, silent, his back straight. He refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing him collapse. Near the exit, a familiar voice called softly.

“Ethan…”

He turned. It was Clara, a quiet classmate who’d always lingered on the edges of their group. Her eyes held sympathy. “I’m… sorry. That was cruel.”

For a moment, warmth flickered in his chest. But then Damien’s mocking laughter echoed across the hall, drowning it out. Clara’s pity meant nothing.

He offered her a faint nod, then pushed through the double doors into the night. The air outside was sharp, biting against his skin. Street lamps buzzed faintly, casting long shadows across the academy courtyard.

Ethan stood still, letting the night wind wash over him. The ring box felt heavy in his pocket. He pulled it out, staring at the diamond that now looked so small, so powerless.

You’d have to dig in a mine for a thousand years…

Her words rang in his ears. Slowly, he clenched his fist. The velvet box cracked under the pressure, but he didn’t let go. Not yet.

Behind him, laughter spilled from the hall, muffled but relentless. He closed his eyes.

Tomorrow.

His grandfather’s words returned, spoken months ago in that low, commanding tone,

“The Hale heir must never inherit with arrogance. Until you graduate, you live as a man with nothing. No funds. No safety nets. Only your own hands. Endure it, and you will earn everything.”

Tomorrow, the chains broke. Tomorrow, the world would learn who Ethan Hale truly was. But tonight, he endured their laughter. His phone buzzed. A message flashed on the screen.

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