2025-12-17 01:06:02“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 man said quickly. “I’ve got all your pictures—” “I’m still traumatized by that fucking livestream from five months ago,” Jace cut in. “Can we not talk about having my pictures?” The old man laughed nervously. “Thank you, Jace. Thanks to you, the company’s getting way more collaborations—” “I hate it when people talk like that,” Jace snapped. “We both know I don’t give a fuck about your company. I’m not trying to grow it. I’m not saving it.” A pause. “Take it as payment,” he added. “For the money you sent me. The eighty-five million.” “Jace,” the old man said, panic slipping into his voice, “you’re the CEO. You remember that… right?” Jace exhaled slowly. “What else do you have to tell me, sir?” The old man looked startled. Jace was unpredictable, sure—but respect? That was the last thing you’d ever expect from a dude like him. “N–no… nothing else,” the man said quickly. “Just the problems with Maya and her family—” “I’ll get that sorted. We done?” Jace cut in, already pissed. “Y–yeah. And… and your brother,” the old man added cautiously, his face small on the tablet screen. “What are you going to do about him?” Jace stared at him. “Y’all are really trying to make me a monster in the fucking end,” he said slowly. “I’ll take care of my shit. Let’s not pretend we give a fuck about each other here.” His eyes hardened. “I don’t even know why you’re reaching out, calling me your long‑lost niece—but if this is some fucking conspiracy, I’ll turn into a murderer and kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” “No, no, no, Jace,” the man panicked. “I’m your uncle. I really am—” But Jace was already done. He ended the call. The tablet hit the bed with a dull thud. He went straight to the bathroom. Jaw clenched. Shoulders tight. Just how fucking insane was Maya? Even his bathroom videos. Bathroom. Most of them leaked. Public. Everywhere. Only his dick blurred—everything else exposed. He scanned the room without meaning to. Corners. Ceiling. Mirror. Hidden cameras. Recorders. Anything. Nothing. Still, his chest felt wrong. He splashed water on his face. Once. Twice. Hard. Then grabbed his phone. Five thousand unread messages in the class group. “Fuck,” he muttered. He’d checked barely thirty minutes ago. He opened the announcement group first. Test results released. He moved fast—laptop open, login flying. Yeah, he was a bastard. But academics? That was his territory. He didn’t read for fun, didn’t care about lectures—but tests and exams? Natural genius. Clean kills. Still, his heart was beating too fast. The only way Trevon gets into college is if he graduates. The page loaded. He already knew what he was supposed to see. 29/30. Instead— 3/30.
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“It seems she’s serious about him,” one of Maya’s PR team said, voice tight with worry. “Some of the staff we contacted said she hasn’t left his door all day.”“Is she that fucking cheap?” Maya scoffed. Bitterness slammed into her gut.The lost contract only made it worse. She was already in a foul mood—this pushed it into something uglier.“Ma’am,” another voice cut in carefully, “if you can still do something, do it now. We both know Jace isn’t exactly… unbreakable. If Iris keeps this up, he’ll crack sooner or later. And with everything that happened earlier, he’s vulnerable. He might start leaning on her. Emotionally.”“That can’t fucking happen,” Maya muttered.She stared ahead, unfocused. Thoughts racing. There was always a way. There was always a way—if you were willing to get your hands dirty.Or maybe… go back to where it all started.Her lips slowly curved.“Exams are in two months,” she said suddenly. “Let’s throw a party. Something light. ‘Cool the tension’ on campus.”The
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The time read 9:58 a.m. when Jace got back to his room.Iris—or whatever the fuck her name was—was still standing in front of the door.Of course she was.He didn’t even look at her. He was done. Completely. Girls were a mistake. Always had been. He and James had figured that shit out early—back when they were kids.Rule one: if you don’t want to die faster than necessary, don’t date girls.Rule two: don’t get involved at all.They mess with your head, twist the story, then somehow make you feel guilty for bleeding.He brushed past her, shut the door, and grabbed his laptop.The email.The one his “uncle” said would be sent.He found it instantly—timestamped one hour ago.Great. If he’d known today would spiral like this, he would’ve fucking eaten in here.He clicked the link.A video call.“Shit.”He glanced at his reflection on the black screen—messy, tired, looking like a kid who’d knocked over his parents’ dinner and tried to pretend nothing happened.A tight, unpleasant feeling s
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“You can’t decide what’s happening between us based on social media,” Maya suddenly snapped.Then she turned to Jace.“Tell her what she wants to hear,” she said smoothly.“That we’re still together.”The room held its breath.The confidence in her tone made people hesitate. Maya wouldn’t speak like this if there was nothing—right? She wasn’t threatening him. She sounded… certain.Jace didn’t look certain at all.The comments exploded—half defending Maya, half tearing her apart, the rest laughing, betting, calling it scripted.“Tell them, Jace,” Maya pressed, assured.Jace looked at Iris.And in that moment, something shifted.He felt tired. Not angry. Not embarrassed. Just… done.Girls. Drama. Cameras. Power games over his name—it all felt stupid now.Without saying a word, he turned and walked away.A murmur rippled through the room.Iris reacted instantly, moving after him, her security falling in behind her like instinct.Maya stepped forward—but was stopped.The men who had enter
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Robert scrambled over, fake concern plastered on his face. “I’m so sorry, man…let me get you some clean clothes.”Jace forced himself up, dripping and sticky.“Oh, shit, look at you—straight outta Detroit!” Robert gasped, feigning shock.“Don’t—say—that,” Maya huffed, pretending to scold. She stepped closer.Jace raised a hand, blocking her.“Let this be the last time I see you. Don’t you ever think of appearing in front of me again,” Jace snapped, voice sharp as a whip.“Why? Is it ‘cause you’re jealous I’m with Robert?” Maya pushed back, hurt lacing her tone.The comments section erupted:“That’s mean!”“He’s such a fool!”“I hate possessive men!”“Someone should slap him!”“Ewww…”Robert stepped forward, momentum in his stride. “Jace, look me in the eyes and tell me you’re really rich. Tell me all that money you’ve been flashing is legit. Or…did you borrow cash to rent those cars and stunt for the past four days?”Jace turned, shoulders stiff, and started walking off.“WTF???”“Was
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What’s the opposite of power? Love. Real, raw, unflinching love. Maya knew it. She knew Jace still carried something for her—buried, simmering, untouchable only to the untrained eye. No amount of chaos in the last four days could erase that.So she played the one card she knew would get under his skin.She dressed in the kind of outfit that had always made him lose focus. Dialed the hotel. Breakfast was thirty minutes away. Perfect.Then Robert.“Hey,” she whispered, “this is your chance to redeem yourself. You in?”“Fuck yes,” he snapped, still smarting from the last fiasco. Cards frozen, memes circulating, ego bruised—this was his shot.Minutes later, they slid into the hotel. Jace sat alone, phone in hand, calm as ever, aura untouchable. Robert pulled out the chair for Maya; she spun into it with flawless flair, every movement calibrated so Jace couldn’t miss it.Phones peeked out discreetly. Livestreams itching to capture the drama.Jace’s eyes flicked to Robert first, assessing,
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He’d heard from the guards that Jace was here. And because he was so spectacularly stupid—because ego had already hollowed him out—the first thing he did was march straight up to Jace and slap him. The sound cracked through the room. It was Jace who got slapped. It was Mrs. Greg who fainted. “Who the hell gave you the audacity to come here?” he shouted. “You think you can threaten my mother—” The rest of his words died as his body smashed into the table. One of Jace’s men had already hit him back. He lost it. Fueled by that ridiculous belief that he could protect his mother, he lunged again—jumping forward like some movie hero crashing into a fight he didn’t belong in. “ARGGHHH!” he screamed, like volume alone could make the impact hurt more. He lunged at two of the men at once. Closed his eyes—for effect. “ARGGHHH!!” A loud, ugly thud followed. Two seconds of silence. Then a scream—high, cracked, humiliating. “Someone help!!!” he cried, scrambling toward his mother, w
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