Their leader landed hard on the floor, and the other members crashed beside him. Before they could even understand what was happening, bullets started flying from nowhere. Shots hit them from the left, right, and center. Each one struck with deadly force, cutting them down one after another.
Tyler, though not quite in this world anymore, could see the men who wanted him dead fall in succession. He couldn't see who was firing or where the shots were coming from. But someone had begun untying him from the chair. He felt the ropes loosen around his wrists. His body was barely holding together, but he managed to open his eyes. The last thing he saw before blacking out was a man with white hair. Not old, but maybe in his sixties. Before Tyler could get a good look at him, his strength gave out and he collapsed into the man's arms. The next moment, he found himself in a room. Tyler struggled to open his eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but soon the ceiling came into focus. "Where am... where am I?" he murmured, moving his hand slowly to his head. Then he heard a steady beep nearby, like the sound of hospital equipment. He turned his head and saw machines by his side. They looked like hospital tools, but the room itself didn’t match. It wasn’t a hospital ward. It looked more like a private room—lavish, expensive, carefully designed. "Where am I? Why are all these things here? And..." He pressed his hand against his head as flashes of the last thing he remembered flooded back. The brutal attack. Perry’s vicious kicks to his ribs. The torture from those unknown men. And finally, the memory of the white-haired man holding a gun. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Tyler Hudson. Finally, you’re awake.” A voice echoed from the doorway. Startled, Tyler looked up. An older man stood before him. Tyler blinked hard, trying to place the face. Then it clicked. “It was you... you were the one who saved me yesterday.” The man gave a short laugh as he stepped closer. “Yesterday?” he said, amused. “I didn’t save you yesterday. I saved you six months ago.” “Six months ago?” Tyler’s eyes widened in shock. The man nodded and took a seat beside the bed—an elegant, leather armchair that matched the luxurious decor. “You’ve been in a coma for six months, Mr. Hudson. I’ve been waiting forever for you to wake up. I was beginning to think you were planning to sleep through the year.” Tyler stared at him, baffled. He focused on the man’s face again, trying to make sense of his words. Just then, the door opened and a young man entered carrying a cup of coffee. He bowed slightly before handing it to the older man. The old man sipped calmly while Tyler squinted, his mind still reeling. “I don’t understand any of this. Are you saying... I’ve been unconscious all this time?” “Yes,” the man replied. “You’ve been in a coma for six months. Today marks your sixth-month coma anniversary. You can even check for yourself.” He gestured toward the screen mounted on the wall. Tyler turned his head and saw the date: October 6th, 2024. His lips parted, but no words came out. The last thing he remembered was April. Now, it was October. He had really been out for that long? The man set his coffee aside and looked at him directly. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Blake Acosta Senior, the managing CEO of ABC Companies. I kept you alive, Tyler. I’ve made sure you survived, and I’ve kept track of every detail about your past.” Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “You... you looked into my past?” Blake nodded. “I did. I know how your wife cheated on you. How you were fired. How you lost a kidney. They tried to kill you, Tyler, but I made sure you lived.” As Blake spoke, Tyler’s memory began piecing everything together again. Becca and Perry in his Uber, having sex right in front of him. The humiliation. The divorce. The stolen kidney. And finally, their plan to end his life. His fists clenched tightly. “So, why did you save me?” Tyler asked, voice low and tense. “Why go through all this trouble? Do you have ulterior motives like the rest of them?” The old man nodded slowly. “Yes, Tyler. I have a motive, just like those who betrayed you. But my motive isn’t like theirs. Mine is... different. Mine is good.” Tyler stared at him, eyes narrowing. “And what is it?” Blake stood from his seat, folding his hands behind his back like a master preparing to deliver a final lesson. His steps were calm, measured. “You’re the perfect person for what I want,” he said. “From the day I walked into the headquarters to deliver documents with the board, I saw you. I watched those men bully you in front of everyone. I hate weakness in men. But then I saw something rare. You fought back. You attacked them brutally, and when the dust settled, you admitted your mistake. Right then, I knew you were different. I knew you were the one I needed.” Tyler sat silently, listening as Blake’s voice grew darker, more focused. “I took a picture of you and handed it to my manager. I ordered him to dig into every part of your life. Your family, the one that abandoned you after birth. Your job. Your wife.” He paused, eyes never leaving Tyler’s. “When Becca slept with Perry in your car, I was there. Watching. When she handed you the divorce papers, I was there too. When they dragged you away and stole your kidney, I saw everything. I was watching through my private surveillance feed.” Tyler’s mouth parted slightly. His heart thumped harder. None of this made sense, and yet every word sounded true. Blake turned back toward him and smiled faintly. “That was also the moment I saw you drop the amulet.” He lifted a small object from the nearby table. “This amulet.” Tyler’s eyes locked on it. It was the same one he had thrown away when Perry was chasing him. He had tossed it without thinking, trying to protect it. Now, here it was again, in Blake’s hand. He reached for it, but Blake moved his hand back. “This amulet belongs to your past, Tyler. For now, you need to leave it behind.” Tyler shook his head. “That amulet is not just from my past, Mr. Blake. It’s supernatural. Someone gave it to me in a dream... and it appeared in real life. You can’t tell me it belongs in the past. That thing is my future.” Blake let out a deep, short laugh, then gently covered the amulet in his palm. “I know every detail about it, Tyler. Which is exactly why I’m telling you that this belongs to your past. And since your past is still a mystery to you, it’s better to keep it aside. In return, I will take you to the highest point in life.” Tyler felt his pulse race. “What are you talking about?” Blake walked to a cabinet and returned with a stack of newspapers and a card. He handed them over. Tyler glanced at the front page of the top paper. The headline was loud and clear. “Franco Milton: $68 Trillion. The Richest Man Alive!” Blake’s voice followed the silence. “Franco Milton, husband to Muna Scott, is the wealthiest man on Earth. But with this card, you’re about to take everything from him.” Tyler looked at the dark card in his hand. It was unlike anything he’d seen before. “What is this?” he asked. “What kind of card is this?” Blake handed him a small point-of-sale machine. “Insert the card and enter your date of birth as the PIN.” Tyler hesitated for a second, then slid the card in and typed his birth date. The machine beeped. “Account balance, scanning,” said a robotic voice. Fifteen long seconds passed. Then the balance appeared. $774 Trillion. Tyler froze. His entire body went numb. He stared at the screen again just to be sure he read it right. “Seven hundred and seventy-four trillion dollars?” His voice barely escaped his lips. “Just me?” “Yes, Mr. Hudson,” Blake answered. “From this moment forward, that card belongs to you. Consider it a fortune card. And once you sign the proper documents, you will become the official CEO of ABC Companies.” Tyler looked up, still dazed, but Blake raised a hand to stop him before he could speak. “You will become the most powerful man alive. A trillionaire. The CEO of ABC Companies. The owner of every estate I’ve ever built. My entire empire will be yours.” Blake paused. “But it will happen only on one condition.” Tyler narrowed his eyes. “What is it?” He leaned forward slightly. “What’s the condition?” Blake returned to his seat, crossed one leg over the other, and looked him dead in the eye. “I will give you everything I just listed... if only you will—”
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9. On One Condition!
Tyler sat in silence, his chest tight, his pulse thundering in his ears. He watched as Blake slid a hand into his pocket and pulled out a photograph. Without a word, the old man extended it to him.“Take a look at this,” Blake said, his tone carrying a weight that made Tyler’s palms damp.Tyler accepted the photo, his eyes falling on the face of a stunning young woman. She was in her Mid-twenties, had a model’s frame paired with a smile that could undo even the strongest resolve. Her soft lips and radiant features pulled something from deep within Tyler—something he hadn’t felt in years. For the first time since his marriage, his eyes lingered in admiration on another woman.He stared longer than he should have, and Blake’s voice broke through the moment.“That woman you’re holding in your hands is Ariana Acosta,” Blake announced, his voice proud, almost reverent. “She is my granddaughter… and the current temporary supervisor, the supreme overall seer of ABC Companies.”Tyler lifted
8. Trillion Dollars Fortune!
Their leader landed hard on the floor, and the other members crashed beside him. Before they could even understand what was happening, bullets started flying from nowhere. Shots hit them from the left, right, and center. Each one struck with deadly force, cutting them down one after another.Tyler, though not quite in this world anymore, could see the men who wanted him dead fall in succession. He couldn't see who was firing or where the shots were coming from. But someone had begun untying him from the chair.He felt the ropes loosen around his wrists. His body was barely holding together, but he managed to open his eyes. The last thing he saw before blacking out was a man with white hair. Not old, but maybe in his sixties. Before Tyler could get a good look at him, his strength gave out and he collapsed into the man's arms.The next moment, he found himself in a room.Tyler struggled to open his eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but soon the ceiling came into focus."Where am...
7. Kill Tyler, Now!
Tyler knew Perry was out for his life. Despite the stabbing pain in his legs, he dragged himself out of the VIP department. He gritted his teeth, hiding the agony that threatened to cripple him. Step by step, he pushed forward. Just as he reached the main hospital reception, the worst happened—Perry's men stormed in.Their eyes met. The air thickened.“Well, look what we have here,” one of them sneered. “The catch of the day. What a lucky break.”Before Tyler could utter a word, one of the men slammed his head against the wall. Darkness crashed down like a wave.When he came to, everything had changed.He was tied to a chair in a half-built, empty building. His hands were bound behind him. Breathing was difficult, each gasp scraping his throat. His head throbbed. Blood matted his hair. But the fury inside him still burned.He looked up, his eyes full of loathing. Perry stood before him.“I knew you sent them,” Tyler croaked. “What now? You want my other kidney too? Sell it off like
6. Taking His Kidney Away!
Tyler shook his head and stepped back. “I don’t know what you both are talking about. I’m not ready to offer my kidney to anybody. Especially not to Becca!”Gloria stormed toward him, her finger jabbing in his face. “You will give your kidney to Becca, Tyler! You’ve been nothing but a liability in our lives. Now that you finally have a chance to prove your worth, you’re backing out?”Tyler’s eyes narrowed with contempt. “I admit I was a liability to this family. So if I was ever going to be useful, it should have been back then when I was still married to Becca. Not now that we’re divorced.”Perry stepped in, his voice sharp with fury. “So what are you trying to say? That you're not going to donate your kidney to her?”Tyler nodded. “Yes. I will not and will never donate my kidney to Becca. You’re her boyfriend now, aren’t you? You love her, and she loves you too. So if anyone should give her a kidney, it should be you. Not me.”In a flash, Perry grabbed Tyler by the collar. “You’ve a
5. Their Plan Against Him!
Tyler immediately let go of Gloria’s hands the moment he saw Perry. Pretending as if he hadn’t heard anything about the amulet, he turned back to packing his clothes.Gloria forced a sweet smile on her face and slowly approached Perry, trying to appear friendly.“You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Winter. I have a—”Perry didn’t even look at her. He brushed past and headed straight to Tyler.She blinked in surprise but remained where she was, watching closely as Perry grabbed Tyler's hand and lifted it, his voice low and cold.“Where on earth did you get that amulet, Tyler? That’s not something someone like you should be wearing. Do you even know what that is?”Tyler stared into his eyes, bold and steady.“I don’t owe you any explanation, Perry.”Perry was about to raise his voice again when he remembered Gloria was still in the room. He quickly turned to her, his tone softening.“Mother, please, can you get me a cup of tea? I’ll join you in the lounge shortly.”“Okay, my dear,”
4. Sign The Divorce Papers!
Tyler couldn’t believe his eyes. Divorce papers?For a moment, the world around him blurred. The music, the lights, the polished clinks of glasses, it all faded. This wasn’t just a disagreement. This was betrayal.Becca's voice snapped him out of the fog, slicing through the air like a blade. “I know you’re worried about alimony. Don’t stress. I’ll be sending you five hundred dollars. That should be enough to keep you alive until you leech off someone else.”Gasps rippled through the room. Some guests stifled laughter, others didn’t even bother.Tyler looked up, lips trembling, as he took a slow step forward. “We can fix this, Becca. Couples fight. This doesn’t have to end us. Let’s talk…”“Shut your pathetic mouth,” Becca snarled. Her eyes, once warm, now shimmered with venom.A wave of awkward giggles passed through the guests. Tyler’s humiliation was a feast for them.Becca closed the distance between them, her heels echoing across the banquet floor. “You were never a husband to me
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