2025-09-20 23:18:32Ethan stared at the words, expression unreadable. His thumb hovered over the reply button, then stopped. He slipped the phone back into his pocket. A faint smile curved his lips not of joy, but of something sharper. Something colder.
If this is just the beginning, he thought, then let the games begin. Above him, thunder rumbled in the distance. The storm was coming.
The rain hadn’t started yet, but the clouds above Lugard Ford churned black. Ethan walked alone across the empty courtyard, his shoes splashing through shallow puddles left from the morning drizzle.
A single figure waited by the gates an old man in a black suit, posture straight as a blade. His hair was silver, but his eyes sharp, glowing like steel under the lamplight. “Grandfather,” Ethan said quietly.
The old man’s voice carried authority that no storm could drown. “You endured.” Ethan didn’t answer. He still heard Selena’s laughter echoing in his skull, still felt Damien’s hand gripping her waist like a brand.
The old man studied him for a long moment. “And you did not break. Good. The Hale heir does not cry over betrayal. He learns.”
Ethan’s fist tightened around the ruined ring box. “She didn’t just betray me. She mocked everything I gave… everything I am.”
“No.” His grandfather’s gaze cut through him. “She mocked what you pretended to be. That was the test.” Ethan looked up sharply. “The test…”
The old man nodded. “Tonight, the Rule of Poverty ends. At dawn, you are no longer Ethan Hale the part-time worker. You become Ethan Hale, heir to seventy percent of the world’s wealth. And with that title comes more enemies than you can count.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy with thunder and unspoken warnings. Finally, Ethan exhaled. His voice was steady. “Then let them come.”
The old man’s eyes narrowed, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Spoken like a Hale.” A black car rolled silently up the drive, sleek and armored, headlights cutting through the mist. The driver stepped out, bowed, and opened the door.
Ethan hesitated. He looked back at the glowing windows of Lugard Ford. Behind those walls, his classmates still laughed, still replayed his humiliation, still believed him broken. Tomorrow, he thought again, they’ll see who was truly laughing.
He stepped into the car. Inside, the leather seats smelled faintly of cedar. His grandfather sat across from him, hands folded on his cane. “Do you resent her?”
The old man asked suddenly. Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Resent? No.” His eyes darkened. “But I will never forget.”
“And Damien Cross?”
Ethan’s lips curved faintly not in humor, but in the shadow of something colder. “He’ll learn there are leagues beyond his reach.” Thunder cracked above. The car drove into the storm.
By the time they reached the Hale estate, the rain was falling in sheets. The gates rose like iron teeth, taller than the academy’s towers, guarded by men who didn’t flinch under lightning’s glare.
As the car rolled through, Ethan finally spoke, his voice low. “Tomorrow… everything changes.”
His grandfather’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yes. But remember, Ethan: wealth is power, and power is war. Those who mocked you tonight are nothing. The true battle begins with those who smile at you tomorrow.”
The words lingered in the air, heavy, prophetic. Ethan leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, Selena’s laughter still burning in his memory, But beneath it, louder, stronger, was his vow. She chose her side. Let her live with it. The storm swallowed the night.
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