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Arkanza still lay weak on the hospital bed, his face wrinkled with exhaustion. Since yesterday, he had continuously refused to take his medicine because the bitterness made him nauseous. Albert and Milan, who were responsible for his care, were running out of options. The doctor had made it clear that the medication needed to enter Arkanza's system as soon as possible for him to recover quickly.The next morning, after breakfast, Arkanza suddenly spoke in a weak voice, "I need to go to the bathroom."Albert immediately got ready to help him, while Milan looked a little more enthusiastic than usual. They knew this was the best chance to try another method. Since Arkanza’s hand was still hooked to an IV, he couldn’t clean himself. Usually, Albert would assist him without hesitation, but this time, Milan seemed more eager to be involved.As soon as Arkanza was done, Milan whispered to Albert."This is the perfect moment. He won't be able to fight back much in his condition."Albert turne
HighSchool of Billionere various chaos that exists
The Next Day, for the Countless Time..."I want to go to the bathroom," Arkanza said weakly.Albert immediately stepped forward to help, but Milan swiftly beat him to it, as if this was the golden opportunity he had been waiting for.When Arkanza finished, he leaned against the bathroom wall, catching his breath. But something felt off. Milan and Albert exchanged glances, then looked at him with expressions similar to a dentist about to extract a tooth without anesthesia."What’s with you guys?" Arkanza squinted his eyes.Albert sighed before speaking in a careful tone. "Young Master, we need to administer your medicine using a different method this time."Arkanza narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"Milan smiled, but it wasn’t a regular smile—it was a smile full of mischief. "Since you can't swallow medicine properly, the doctor recommended a rectal method. It works faster and won't make you nauseous."Silence.Then...Arkanza frowned. "Rectal method? What's that?"Milan glanced at
HighSchool of Billionere make peace with the past
Arkanza stepped into the campus area with a relaxed expression, even though his mind was spinning with countless thoughts. It had been a long time since he last set foot in this place. After being so preoccupied with his grand plans to bring Adam down, returning to an academic environment felt… strange.He walked through the corridor with an indifferent gaze, passing by several students who whispered as they saw him. It was no surprise—his name was still quite well-known on this campus. Some knew him for his achievements, while others knew him because of the wild rumors that had spread about him.Arkanza didn’t really care.However, in the middle of his thoughts, something unexpected happened.Thud!Someone bumped into him from the side, causing his body to be slightly pushed back. He frowned and turned around, intending to reprimand the person. But the moment he saw their face, his entire body tensed.Amber.It felt as if time had stopped for a moment.The girl stared at him with a s
HighSchool of Billionere headache in the company
Adam sat silently in his chair, surrounded by monitors displaying graphs, financial reports, and the latest data from his company. The room felt cold—not just because of the air conditioning that ran continuously, but also due to the grim atmosphere surrounding him. He had spent the past few days here, trying to find a way out of the mounting crisis.Maria stood at the doorway, watching him with concern. Her husband's eyes looked tired, the lines on his face more pronounced, and his body thinner than before. She knew Adam had been overworking himself, neglecting his health and rest just to save the company."Adam," Maria finally spoke, stepping closer. "You can't keep doing this."Adam sighed, rubbing his temples, which felt tense. "If I stop now, the situation will get worse, Maria. The company could suffer even greater losses."Maria sat beside him, gently touching his arm. "I understand. But you have to remember, you're human too. You need rest, you need to eat. What's the point of
HighSchool of Billionere mistaken
Silence enveloped the Smith family dining room. Norman stared intently at his mother, his eyes burning with ambition that he could no longer conceal. He gripped the spoon in his hand tightly, as if trying to restrain himself."Mom, I've thought this through," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I want to learn directly at Dad's company."Maria, sitting across from him, let out a long sigh. She had expected this to happen sooner or later. Norman, her pride and joy, had grown up with great ambition. However, Maria knew that this was not the right time."Norman," Maria spoke gently, trying to calm her son. "You still have a lot to learn before stepping into the business world. The company is not a playground.""But Arkanza can," Norman interrupted, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Why can't I?"Maria fell silent. She had anticipated this comparison. Arkanza, the son of another woman, had received opportunities that Norman had not. However, the situation was different. Arkan
HighSchool of Billionere missing information
Drizzling rain soaked the window of Arkanza's apartment as he sat at his desk, staring at his laptop screen with calculating eyes. A cup of coffee beside him was starting to cool, but his mind was too preoccupied to care. The notification of an incoming message chimed on his phone, prompting him to reach out and open the newly received message.— The file has been sent. Check it carefully.Arkanza checked his email and found an attachment with a name that was not unfamiliar to him. He opened the file, and instantly, his breath hitched. It was the biography of someone who had once been part of his life—someone who, in his time, meant more than just a memory.Isabella.The name echoed in his mind like an old wound reopening. Isabella, the woman he once loved, but who ultimately chose Adam. For years, Arkanza had never truly understood the reason behind that decision. Back then, all he knew was that Adam had taken her away—just like everything else that was supposed to be his.Arkanza’s
HighSchool of Billionere stepmother is not that evil
The night sky was pitch dark when Arkanza finally arrived at the Smith residence. He had just stepped out of his car when he noticed the living room lights were still on. Someone was sitting inside, waiting for him. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was.With a relaxed yet cautious stride, Arkanza opened the front door. The faint scent of cinnamon from the aromatherapy candle, which was usually lit in the family room, drifted through the air. He found Maria sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hand, her gaze fixed on the door as if she had been waiting for a long time.Maria gave him a thin smile. “You’re home late,” she said in a tone that was hard to decipher—somewhere between worry and an attempt to sound casual.Arkanza took off his jacket and hung it near the door. “Lots of assignments,” he answered briefly before walking to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He knew Maria wanted to talk, but he had no intention of extending the conversation beyond what was necessa
HighSchool of Billionere punishment
Maria sat in Adam's study, her hands clasped tightly on her lap. She had tried discussing this with her husband multiple times, yet it always felt like talking to a wall. Adam would listen, but he never truly understood what she meant.Tonight, she tried again.“Arkanza is withdrawing more and more,” Maria said softly, but there was a clear hint of worry in her tone. “I’ve tried to reach out to him, but he keeps his distance. I just want to know how we can make him feel more accepted in this house.”Adam, who was reading a report at his desk, let out a small sigh. “I think you’re worrying too much, Maria. The boy is old enough to take care of himself.”“But he’s still a teenager,” Maria insisted. “He needs guidance.”Adam exhaled, closed his documents, and looked at his wife with a blank expression. “Maria, we can’t force him to accept us if he doesn’t want to. If he chooses to be distant, that’s his decision.”“That’s not what I meant,” Maria tried to explain, but Adam was already st
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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