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HighSchool of Billionere family vacation
The morning sun shone brightly, warming the streets that were starting to crowd with families heading off for vacations. Arkanza sat quietly in the back seat of the car, leaning against the window and staring blankly outside. Today, the entire Smith family had decided to go to a villa by the beach. The villa not only offered a stunning view of the vast ocean but also a lush atmosphere with tall, shady trees surrounding it.In the middle row, Amber and Norman, his step-siblings, sat with bored expressions. Amber was busy polishing her nails with bright red polish, while Norman, her 18-year-old brother, kept playing games on his phone with a volume loud enough to be annoying.“So noisy,” Arkanza muttered softly.“What did you say?” Norman turned sharply, but Arkanza remained silent.“Enough, stop fighting!” Maria, Arkanza’s stepmother, broke the tension with her soft but firm voice. “Arkanza, don’t let him provoke you. And Norman, turn the volume down on that game.”Adam Smith, their fa
HighSchool of Billionere wrong target
Mistaken Identity on the Seashore The afternoon sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. The sun shone brightly, casting its golden rays over the sparkling ocean waves. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves echoed across the shoreline, blending with the cries of seagulls circling in the vast blue sky. It was a perfect day at the beach—a picturesque scene for the Smith family's vacation. Yet amidst all this beauty, Norman Smith's mood remained sour. Frustration lingered from the morning, fueled by his annoyance at Arkanza, his aloof stepbrother. Arkanza’s cold demeanor and distant nature irritated Norman to no end. Today, Norman had decided he’d had enough. While Arkanza was in the upstairs bathroom, Norman seized the opportunity. Sneaking into Arkanza’s room, Norman’s eyes landed on a dark jacket hanging lazily over a chair by the window. There was something odd about the jacket—it bore a faint, mysterious emblem on the inside lining—but Norman paid it no mind. “Perfect,” Norman mu
HighSchool of Billionere Blurry
Norman sat silently in the back of the car, his gaze blankly fixed on the dark road ahead. The silence of the night felt suffocating, as if each passing second carried an unbearable tension. Beside him, Milan and Vikram sat with serious expressions, not uttering a single word. Only the hum of the car engine broke the stillness.“Mr. Norman,” Milan finally broke the silence, his voice cutting through the oppressive atmosphere. “You need to remember one thing—what you saw earlier... never speak of it to anyone.”Norman turned his head, his eyes still filled with confusion and disbelief. What he had witnessed was unimaginable. Even now, his mind struggled to process the reality of being caught in such a situation. Yet, as he observed the grave expressions on Milan and Vikram's faces, he knew this was not the time to ask questions.“What do you mean?” Norman asked softly, his voice trembling slightly. “Why... why must I keep this a secret? What is really happening?”Vikram, seated next to
HighSchool of Billionere A secret
Milan and Vikram exchanged glances, as if engaging in an unspoken conversation. Norman could feel the tension in the air, sensing that they were hiding something. He waited with bated breath, hoping they would answer his question.Vikram finally spoke, his tone flat and laced with warning. “This is not your concern. Leave everything to us.”Norman fell silent, feeling as though those words were a heavy blow. “But I’m involved in this. I’ve seen everything. I... I need to know what’s going on,” he replied, frustration growing in his voice.Milan leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. “You only need to know one thing, sir,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “You must keep this a secret from Mr. and Mrs. Big. Whatever happens next is our responsibility.”Vikram added in a serious tone, “What you saw was just a small piece of a much bigger picture. If you knew more, it would only bring greater danger. And this isn’t something you can handle.”Norman’s heart raced. He felt to
HighSchool of Billionere Hurry up!
Arkanza realized there was some truth in their words, but he still felt there was something deeper, something more hidden. "You still haven’t answered my question," he said calmly, though his tone was full of tension. "Why? Why do you feel the need to capture me? What are you afraid of?"One of the men pulled out a gun from inside his jacket, pointing it at Arkanza. "We’re afraid you’ll destroy everything we’ve built," he replied. "We can’t let you keep walking free. You know things that could ruin all of us, Lev Bodgan. And we won’t let that happen."Hearing this, Arkanza smirked slightly, showing no fear. "Destroy you? Stop boasting." He began walking slowly toward them. "What you’re saying is nonsense. I don’t even understand what any of this is about!"The big man raised his hand, signaling his men to get ready. "We’re the ones who know what you’re hiding, Mr. Lev Bodgan. We know about the network you’ve built, the people you control, and we all know you’re no ordinary businessman
HighSchool of Billionere There isn't any?
The morning sunlight gradually seeped through the gaps in Norman's bedroom curtains. He slowly opened his eyes, letting the drowsiness fade. His gaze wandered around the spacious wooden room, staring blankly at the large window overlooking the villa garden.He sat on the edge of his bed, lost in thought. Norman knew that breakfast with the family was always an awkward moment, especially since Arkanza had entered their lives.After taking a shower and changing clothes, Norman left his room and walked to the dining room. The aroma of coffee and toast wafted through the air, but it wasn’t enough to make him feel comfortable. As he entered, he saw the table already occupied by Adam Smith, his stepfather, lounging with a newspaper in hand, and Maria, his mother, pouring tea for Amber. Amber, his stepsister, sat with her usual sour expression, busy with her phone.“Good morning,” Norman greeted flatly.Maria turned and gave him a warm smile. “Good morning, dear. Sit down; breakfast is ready
HighSchool of Billionere Truth
Amber crossed her arms, not entirely in agreement but choosing not to respond. Norman simply lowered his head, his thoughts in turmoil.Adam continued, his voice calmer. “We don’t have to love each other like the ideal families in movies. But at the very least, we can try to respect each other. That’s a small request from me.”The atmosphere turned silent again. Amber turned her gaze out the window, while Norman stared at the table. Slowly, Maria reached out and touched Norman’s hand, offering him a gentle smile.“I know this is hard, Norman,” she said softly. “But you’re a good boy. I’m sure you can try.”Norman nodded slightly, though doubt still lingered in his heart.Adam stood, picking up his newspaper. “Now, I don’t want to hear another argument like this. We’re all old enough to resolve things in a better way.”He left the dining table, leaving everyone to their own thoughts.The conversation left an uncomfortable feeling in the air. Maria tried to steer the discussion toward t
HighSchool of Billionere A peaceful home
Adam glanced at his phone screen, his face turning serious. “Who is it this time,” he muttered, then stood and walked away from the dining table.Norman and Amber exchanged knowing looks, their expressions revealing what they already expected. The happiness they had felt the night before slowly faded. They knew what this meant—Adam was being called away for work again.A few minutes later, Adam returned to the table with a serious expression. He sat down, anxiously rubbing his face with his hands.“There’s a big problem at the office,” he said, his firm voice laced with tension.Maria looked at her husband with concern. “What kind of problem, honey?”Adam sighed. “One of our biggest clients in New York just canceled a deal. This project could collapse if I don’t step in immediately.”Amber responded immediately, her tone tinged with disappointment. “So, you have to leave again?”Adam nodded slowly, trying to force a small smile. “I have to. This is a major project, very important for
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In a vast field covered with green grass, two twin children ran joyfully. They looked like shadows chasing each other, running back and forth without getting tired. Their arms swung freely, laughing together, as if the world belonged only to the two of them.The first twin, a girl with curly hair flowing behind her, ran faster. Her face was cheerful, her pink lips stretched into a wide smile. She glanced back, seeing her sister slightly behind. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted while laughing.Her sister, with the same bright blue eyes, tried to catch up, but her feet started to stumble little by little. Without realizing it, her steps became unstable, and eventually, she fell hard to the ground, her hands touching the dew-covered grass."Ow!" she cried out, but there was still a hint of laughter in her voice, even though there was pain in her body.The faster twin ran backward, seeing her sister fall. However, instead of helping, she just laughed. "Haha, you fell!" she said teasingly,
part 2
The Smith residence had changed. The house, once known as a place of power, luxury, and pride, had now become a house of mourning. Every room was filled with sorrow that haunted every corner. Everyone who had known Arkanza felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The coffin placed in the center of the living room became the focal point. Arkanza’s body lay stiff inside, his once vibrant face now appearing calm, though marred with wounds. Maria, his mother, sat beside the coffin, wearing the last outfit Arkanza had worn, as if unwilling to let her son go.Around the coffin, Arkanza’s friends gathered—those who had once been part of his life, who had shared countless moments with him, now stood with bowed heads. Milan, Albert, Vikram, Barak, Valerie, Lilian, Norman, Amber, and many other relatives came to pay their final respects.Milan stood in a corner of the room, his tears streaming endlessly. There were no words he could say. His hands, usually steady and
death of arkanza
While Adam knelt on the ground, crying, he was no longer a king—but a loser who had fallen in a battle he himself had created.In the distance, police sirens wailed, signaling that the era of Adam Smith had truly ended."And I was just counting each of your sins, father," he said coldly.But for a moment, Arkanza let his guard down. A small mistake that made him underestimate the danger that came.In a matter of seconds, Adam sprang up, wild and swift, grabbing the gun lying on the floor. A loud gunshot shattered the air.Arkanza dodged, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a burning, searing wound on his skin.Adam laughed, the sound manic amidst the tense silence. "Did you think I'd just sit still?" he growled, voice thick with hatred.Arkanza gave a thin smile, suppressing the spreading pain. "I knew you wouldn't surrender that easily," he replied calmly. "But this time, you will lose."Just as Arkanza moved to strike, the back door burst open. A figure he knew all too well
next part of traitor
Everything turned into chaos.Police shouted, people scattered, and reporters chased like a pack of hungry dogs.Adam ran with all his might, cutting through narrow alleys behind the buildings, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.In his mind, there was only one word: survive.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.He, Adam Smith, was supposed to be immune to all this.He was supposed to be above the law, above the world.Sweat poured down his forehead as he kept running without direction.Arkanza watched the chase unfold from a small screen in his hand.He knew Adam would run.He had predicted it.Arkanza had no intention of stopping him now.There was still the final act to play.Calmly, he closed his phone, put on his jacket, and stepped out of the café into the cold night.Adam could run as far as he wanted.But he could never escape the truth.In a filthy corner of the city, Adam finally stopped, gasping, his body trembling.He leaned against a brick wall, his eyes searching
traitor
"Are you all stupid?!" Adam roared, slamming the table in the silent meeting room.His subordinates only lowered their heads, not daring to meet his bloodshot eyes."Who leaked the data?! Who betrayed us?!"Adam's voice echoed, full of anger and paranoia.No one answered.Because no one knew.Because their true enemy had never been seen—like a ghost lurking in the shadows.Adam clutched his hair, breathing heavily.Fear began to creep into his mind.He, the invincible Adam Smith, now couldn’t trust anyone.One by one, he began dismissing his subordinates, accusing without proof, firing managers, scolding secretaries, threatening lawyers.The Smith Corporation headquarters had turned into a minefield of fear.Everyone walked on shattered glass, terrified of becoming the next target of Adam’s wrath.From a distance, Arkanza watched it all.Through hidden CCTV feeds, through secret recordings sent by his informants.He saw Adam raging in the meeting room, smashing his phone, throwing cha
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mThat night, the rain poured mercilessly, drenching every corner of the city.Behind the dark curtain of rain, a lone figure moved slowly through the darkness, leaving behind the grand and cold residence of the Smith family.Arkanza Lev Bodgan, the only son of Adam Smith and Isabella Bodgan, had now become nothing more than a shadow disappearing from the world that once raised him.No message. No farewell.He simply left—leaving everyone questioning, creating an empty void in the once-intricate and deceitful mansion.Arkanza knew this decision would leave many wounds. But he had to do it.To free himself, to uncover the truth, and most importantly: to bring down Adam Smith, his own father.A few days later, in a small town far from the bustling center, a man named Agni began to emerge among the ordinary crowd.No one knew who he was. No one questioned the small scar on his face or the sharp, secretive look in his eyes.Agni was Arkanza—who had discarded his old identity.He changed h
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Dusk had not fully fallen when Milan briskly walked down the long corridor leading to Albert’s study. His steps were heavy, filled with a fury he could barely contain. In his hand, he tightly gripped a letter he had found in Arkanza’s room. A short message—an unmistakable sign that Arkanza had decided to leave. To leave him. And Milan had no doubt who was behind that sudden decision."You’re the one who influenced him, aren’t you?" Milan accused bluntly the moment he entered Albert’s room.Albert, calmly seated behind his desk, met Milan’s gaze with sharp but cold eyes. “What are you implying, Milan?”“Don’t play dumb! Arkanza left because of you! You’ve been filling his head with nonsense, making him believe this place isn’t for him!”“That’s not true,” Albert replied calmly. “Arkanza made that decision on his own. I never forced him to leave.”“But you were always with him, whispering things that made him doubt me! You wanted to separate us!”Before Albert could respond, Vikram ente
liberation
The room was dim. Only the glow from the surveillance screens illuminated Milan and Vikram’s serious faces. Their eyes were fixed on the live footage from various corners of the now-empty Smith residence—silent, and almost like a museum of memories. They knew Arkanza would come. They also knew this was no ordinary meeting.Footsteps approached. Then the door opened.“So you two are here,” Arkanza’s voice was calm, but carried a pressure that made both men instantly stand straight.Arkanza stepped in, dressed entirely in black, a long cloak billowing behind him. His face was different—not the lost young man he once was, but someone who knew where he was going, and more importantly: who his enemy was.“Young master, what are you doing here?” Milan spoke softly, relief in his voice.Vikram remained silent, his eyes sharply observing Arkanza’s every move. The tension in the air was subtle, yet suffocating.“I’d like a moment of your time,” said Arkanza. He stopped right in front of them,
a question whose answer is definite
The bathroom was filled with the soft scent of soap as Albert helped Arkanza remove his night robe. The warm light from the ceiling lamp cast faint shadows on the walls. Albert always worked efficiently, his movements practiced and unwavering. But this time, something felt different—like an invisible weight lingering between them.As Albert touched Arkanza’s arm to help him into the bathtub, Arkanza suddenly spoke."Albert," he called, his voice quiet but clear.Albert turned, his expression attentive. "Yes, Sir?"Arkanza stared at the water rippling on the surface of the tub, creating a slightly distorted reflection. "How long have we known each other?"Albert was slightly surprised by the question, but he answered in his usual neutral tone. "Since we were children, Sir."Arkanza nodded slowly, as if he had expected that answer. "And how long have you served me?""For as long as I can remember," Albert replied without hesitation. "My life was always meant to serve you, Sir."Somethin