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Chapter 11: The Payment That Silenced Them
Chapter Eleven: The Payment That Silenced Them The car turned through the gates of Life Haven Estate, and Dylan's breath caught.Manicured lawns stretched endlessly. Fountains glittered in the afternoon sun. Mansions rose behind tall hedges and iron gates — each one more impressive than the last. The kind of place where security guards stopped you at the entrance just for looking out of place.Dylan had been here before — running errands, delivering packages, cleaning pools. Always through the service entrance. Always invisible.Now, he sat in the passenger seat of a sleek black sedan, air conditioning cool against his skin, tinted windows reflecting the world he'd once been locked out of."I still think you should consider a penthouse," the agent said, glancing at him from the driver's seat. "More suited for a bachelor like yourself. Better connections. High-profile neighbors. Beautiful women."Dylan didn't respond. His eyes stayed fixed on the passing mansions.The agent shifted in
Chapter 10: The Tenant Turns Master
Chapter Ten: The Tenant Turns Master "Will you help me with that, sir?" Dylan asked smoothly. "Finding a new place?" The landlord stood frozen, clutching his phone like it might vanish if he let go. His eyes darted between Dylan and the bank alert on his screen. One hundred and twenty thousand dollars. From the boy who couldn’t pay twelve. Dylan waited, watching the old man’s face cycle through shock, confusion, and finally—greed. The landlord’s mouth twitched, then broke into a wide grin. “Dylan Chase!” He practically sang the name. “I always knew you had it in you. Just hiding your light, that’s all.” He gestured toward the door. “Come, come. We’ll find you a place before the day ends.” Dylan nodded. “Give me a minute to change.” “I’ll call an agent right now.” The landlord was already pulling out his phone again. “We’ll meet him at the corner.” He hurried out, his voice echoing down the hall as he made the call. Dylan shook his head, amusement flickering across his face. A
Chapter 9: When the Poor Pay in Millions
Chapter Nine: When the Poor Pay in MillionsDylan stood in front of the creaking wooden door of his studio apartment. The building reeked of damp walls and stale smoke—the kind of place where broken dreams clung to the cracked paint and refused to die.He pushed the door open. The hinges whined in protest, the sound echoing down the narrow hallway like a sigh.For a moment, he just stood there, taking it in. The tiny room. The water-stained ceiling. The single window that barely let in light. The old fan still hanging from the ceiling, swaying slightly as if exhausted from years of use.His lips curved into a grin. *Finally, I’m done with this place.*But the grin faded almost instantly.Something was wrong.The boxes against the wall were stacked neatly. His clothes hung in a perfect line on the rickety hanger. Even the bed—small and thin as it was—was made tight, the corners tucked like a hotel room.Dylan hadn’t done any of that. He’d left in a rush for the island job, barely remem
Chapter 8: Whispers and Wounds
Chapter Eight: Whispers and WoundsThe cafeteria hummed with life. Trays clattered. Voices overlapped. The smell of fried chicken and fresh bread filled the air.Grace sat alone at a corner table, staring at her untouched plate of mac and cheese with fried chicken. Her phone lay face-up beside it, the screen dark and silent.She’d called Dylan six times that morning. Six times, straight to voicemail.He’d never ignored her like this before.The scrape of a tray across the table made her look up. Amanda slid into the seat across from her, balancing a plate piled high with spaghetti, garlic bread, and chocolate cake.“Grace.” Amanda’s voice was soft, concerned. “You look terrible. Are you okay?”Grace shook her head. “He still hasn’t answered.”“Dylan?”“Yeah.” Grace’s fingers curled around her phone. “I’ve called him all morning. Nothing. Not even a text.”Amanda opened her mouth to say something, then froze. Her brows shot up as she pulled her own phone from her pocket. “Wait. Oh my G
Chapter 7: Cracks in the Empire
Chapter Seven: Cracks in the EmpireDylan stepped out of Regal Threads into the afternoon sun, shopping bags in hand. Behind him, the whispers continued—some in awe, others in disbelief—but all carrying the same message:Caleb Steele had been humiliated.And Dylan Chase was no longer the poor boy everyone thought he was.He walked a few steps from the entrance and pulled out his phone. The screen lit up with a notification.Ding!**[Congratulations, Mr. Chase. First public humiliation complete.]****[Reward: +5000 system points. Hidden reputation boost unlocked.]**Dylan’s lips curved into a faint smile. So this is what victory feels like.But even as satisfaction settled in his chest, he knew better than to celebrate too soon. Men like Caleb didn’t take losses quietly.This was just the beginning.He pocketed his phone and kept walking.Behind him, Caleb stormed out of the boutique, his face flushed red, his jaw locked tight. His friends trailed after him in awkward silence, their ea
Chapter 6: The First Step Towards Revenge
Chapter Six: The First Step Towards Revenge"Well, well, if it isn't Dylan."Dylan's blood went cold. He turned slowly.Caleb stood near the entrance, flanked by two of his usual followers. Their smirks spread across their faces like a disease. Caleb's laugh cut through the quiet murmur of the boutique, sharp and mocking."What did I just hear?" Caleb's voice carried across the store. "You? Shopping? Here?"A few customers turned to look. Some smiled. Others whispered behind their hands.Dylan's jaw tightened, but he said nothing.The boutique around them gleamed with wealth. Marble floors caught the light from crystal chandeliers overhead. Gold-trimmed mirrors reflected every angle, multiplying the luxury. Mannequins wore suits that cost more than most people made in a year, their blank faces judging everyone who walked past.Caleb sauntered forward, his grin widening. "Look who crawled out of the gutter." His followers snickered on cue. "Dylan Chase. Shouldn't you be running errands
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