2025-12-14 00:35:29“Three million,” Jace said, voice low but cutting through the room.
Gasps. Shouts. The person running the livestream froze for half a second, then kept going. Comments exploded online like wildfire. Robert’s jaw tightened. He wanted to bury this kid in debt, to drag him into a pit of numbers he couldn’t handle. Jace’s competitive streak? Oh, it was real. He’d bite the bait every single fucking time. “Ten million dollars!” Robert barked. Someone choked on their meal. The room’s energy spiked. “Well…going…?” Robert’s voice wavered slightly. “Two hundred million dollars,” Jace shot back like it was nothing. Maya’s eyes went wide. Her heart skipped. Robert froze. Two hundred million. That number alone could break most people—but not Jace. Poor kid had that stupid ego, and he was riding it straight into chaos. Bid at an insanely higher amount and then, he'd stop so that Jace would be trapped into being the last bidder. Robert’s face hardened. He had to push harder. He looked Jace straight in the eyes. “Five hundred million dollars,” he said. The room went dead silent. Every livestream viewer’s comment froze mid-type. Phones tilted, jaws dropped. Nobody moved. The air crackled with disbelief. Jace turned back to his meal, unbothered, chewing like nothing was happening. Robert’s brain short-circuited. Wait…why the fuck isn’t he reacting? “Going…?” the auctioneer asked, bell in hand. “Six hundred million!” Robert spat out, hoping this would snap Jace into the game. But Jace? He was busy gently wiping the napkin on his girlfriend’s mouth. Calm. Fucking calm. “Done!” the man rang the bell. Robert’s heart practically exploded in his chest. He went pale, stumbled back, and—fuck it—fainted right there. Six hundred million?! Even his father’s company didn’t touch that! Maya froze, jaw dropping. Then Jace stood up. Smooth, terrifyingly confident. He slid his card across the table. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice ice-cold, “but I can’t let some other guy pay for my girl’s date. We’re paying our bills with my card. And he? He’s paying his fucking bills and his artwork too.” Executives and the manager rushed over to Robert for the payment. Meanwhile, the crowd in the restaurant went ballistic. People were snapping photos, recording every second, livestreams exploding online. Outside, more people were pouring in, not to eat, but to witness the legend unfold. Robert, barely conscious, clawed at the floor. “How…how the fuck am I supposed to pay this?!” He scanned for the manager, who was casually pretending not to see him. “I told you to fucking pick his card!” Robert screamed, veins bulging. “Is he insane?” someone muttered. “Psychiatric doctor, please!” another yelled. The manager calmly dialed Robert’s father. “He’s not my son! I disowned him. I can provide documents!” the old man barked from the other end. The internet lost it. Livestreams went viral in minutes. The restaurant made more in hours than it had since opening. Maya slinked out quietly, hiding the heat of embarrassment creeping across her cheeks. Cameras still chased her, but she didn’t give a fuck. Jace? That motherfucker just walked out like a fucking king!!!
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The dean looked helplessly between his son and the professor. He had never been good at telling his child no—not once. And seeing that look on his son’s face, that desperation mixed with entitlement, twisted something in his chest.He turned to the professor, almost pleading.“You said Maya’s parents could get the shares easily,” he said carefully. “How?”The professor tilted his head.“Well,” he said slowly, “since the boy clearly cares about his grades… what do you think that tells us?”The dean frowned.“Call him in here. Tell him his education matters more than money now. Tell him he’s about to lose everything if he doesn’t cooperate.”He paused, irritation flashing across his face, like he hated having to spell it out.“Is this what Maya’s parents planned?” the dean asked quietly.The professor shrugged.“He’s emotionally gone,” he said flatly. “Look at his eyes. Those innocent eyes everyone cried over on Livestream five months ago? They’re gone. Completely. That boy looks like h
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The dean was pacing his office like a man waiting for bad news he already knew was coming.Up.Down.Up again.The VC’s voice was still ringing in his ears—furious, clipped, dangerous.Clear it up.Now.What the hell do you think you’re doing?The door opened gently.Too gently.The professor in charge of the course walked in like he owned the fucking place.The dean spun.“What the hell have you done?” he snapped. He tried to keep his voice steady, but the anger leaked out anyway. “Why didn’t you give him his required score? Do you want this whole school to burn? What kind of image do you think this portrays? Are you even thinking at all?”The professor raised a brow. Slow. Unbothered.Then he sat down.“I don’t think you should be talking to me like this.”The words landed like a slap.“What?” The dean stared at him.The professor leaned back. “One phone call. That’s all it takes. I call Maya’s parents, and you’re out of this office forever. I don’t know if that’s what you want—but
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Jace slowly turned to him.. “I can help you though,” the guy continued, standing up. “Just—” he stepped closer, lowering his voice, “let’s tell everyone you’re my stepbrother.” He grinned. A nasty fucking grin. “People love plot twists. I want to make a name for myself before your fame flickers out,” he added. “We let them soak it all in, then boom—tell them it’s a joke. And since you’re already a joke to the world, you might as well make money off it.” He pulled out his phone. “How much do you need? Fifty grand?” Jace stared at him. The guy leaned in even closer. “Don’t overthink it. Just say yes. And maybe—maybe—I’ll consider helping you go up against Maya.” Jace exhaled through his nose, slow and sharp. “You should’ve learned something in the last couple of minutes,” he said quietly. “Hell, Robert’s downfall should’ve taught you all some basic fucking sense.” The guy chuckled, unbothered. “So you’ve grown some guts now.” He stepped back, smoothing his jacket. “Let’s see
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Jace stared.Then, for some fucked‑up reason, a smile crept onto his face.“This is fucking insane,” he whispered.He checked the time.3:18 p.m.Jace grabbed an expensive jacket and shrugged it over his white shirt. Stood in front of the mirror. Fixed his hair. Swapped his earrings for the crazy ones. Changed the rings on his fingers—heavier. Louder.Armor.He walked out of the room without looking back.Downstairs.Into the Rolls‑Royce.The door shut with a quiet, final click.When you’re fighting rich kids without money, it’s miserable. Like you genuinely want to die.But when you’ve got cash and you’re up against them?You want to live long enough to watch every single one of them get embarrassed out of their fucking pants.Minutes later, Jace was already striding down the hallway toward the lecturer’s office—the one in charge of the course.He knocked once. Didn’t wait. Walked in.A guy with hair dyed white was already inside. He lifted his hand and waved, like they were buddies
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“Thank you so much, Jace. I always knew I could trust you… even after I’m dead,” his uncle said, straight-up crying scripture into the phone.“Don’t be deceived,” Jace replied flatly. “I might not even show up on the day you die. I’m not a fucking nice dude.”It sounded heartless. He didn’t care. He wasn’t about to commit himself to shit he hadn’t agreed to yet.“The money is the only motivation,” Jace continued. “Let me squander it all on my revenge plan, and I might tell you to fuck off nicely.”“Well…” the old man forced a nervous smile on the other end. “I still trust you. You’re the only one who can help me.”“What about your fucking kids?”“No one in our family has kids,” his uncle said, surprised Jace didn’t know that shit.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jace said calmly. “But maybe it’s the sickness talking. You know—lying there on that hospital bed.”Fuck being gentle. He didn’t know how to baby-talk people.“I’ll tell you everything when you come around,” the old
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“Three million,” Jace said, voice low but cutting through the room. Gasps. Shouts. The person running the livestream froze for half a second, then kept going. Comments exploded online like wildfire. Robert’s jaw tightened. He wanted to bury this kid in debt, to drag him into a pit of numbers he couldn’t handle. Jace’s competitive streak? Oh, it was real. He’d bite the bait every single fucking time. “Ten million dollars!” Robert barked. Someone choked on their meal. The room’s energy spiked. “Well…going…?” Robert’s voice wavered slightly. “Two hundred million dollars,” Jace shot back like it was nothing. Maya’s eyes went wide. Her heart skipped. Robert froze. Two hundred million. That number alone could break most people—but not Jace. Poor kid had that stupid ego, and he was riding it straight into chaos. Bid at an insanely higher amount and then, he'd stop so that Jace would be trapped into being the last bidder. Robert’s face hardened. He had to push harder. He looked Jace
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