Reborn Rich; Crown Of Vengeance

“I didn’t do it. I swear it wasn’t me.”

Summer cried on his knees, with blood dripping from every part of his body and his whole face aching from all the beating he had endured for the past five hours.

Five whole hours of pure torture. He had endured hours of punches. His whole face was swollen, blood was coming out of his mouth, and every breath he took sent sharp aches through his ribs. All for something that he hadn’t even done. No matter how much he tried to explain that he hadn’t done it, they refused to listen to him.

“Put him on the electric chair. Maybe then he will finally confess to stealing the five billion and tell us where to find it.”

Five billion. That was how much they were accusing him of stealing. Summer had never even seen that much money in his whole twenty-seven years of life, but somehow, they managed to convince each other that he had stolen the money when all he had done was his job, which was only the paperwork to allow the huge sum of money to be transferred.

Summer had never once seen the five billion with his own eyes. He had only heard his boss talking about it with someone else. His boss had sold him out and told them he was the one who handled the money.

“Please, don’t do this. Please.”

Summer pleaded as he was being dragged to the other side of the room. Summer knew his end was near when he saw the electric chair.

A metal chair secured to the floor with thick restraints attached to its armrests and legs, while wires connected it to a machine beside it. A helmet with metal contacts rested on a nearby table.

Summer’s whole body trembled with pain and fear. Just the sight of the chair was scary enough. He could already picture how painful it would be to sit on it.

Summer had never had it easy in life, from the very first day he was born to a mother who wasn’t ready to have a child and a father who made it clear from the beginning that he didn’t want a child, so he disappeared even before Summer was born.

His mom stayed around until he was five years old and abandoned him in front of an orphanage, where Summer ended up spending two years before he was adopted at seven years old.

Just when he thought his life would be better, his adoptive parents turned out to be abusive, and for the next three years of his life, Summer endured so much physical and mental abuse until he ran away at ten years old and lived on the street for two months before the state found him and took him into foster care.

Foster care was no better because he somehow always ended up in terrible homes. Until he turned eighteen, he had to endure so much pain.

Through it all, he never gave up hope that one day, his life would be better. That was why he studied hard and got a full scholarship to a major university, where he graduated at the top of his class. After graduating at the young age of twenty-two, Summer thought his suffering was finally over, but fate decided to deal him more pain.

He spent two years after graduating looking for a well-paying job while working part-time at a café where he was paid peanuts.

When he finally got the job, he soon found out that even working for a big company didn’t guarantee an easy life. Still, he worked his ass off every day and lived diligently.

He didn’t have it all, but he tried his best to stay positive and happy. Then life decided that it wasn’t done dealing with him, and somehow, he ended up getting framed for the theft of five billion that he knew nothing about.

“Please, don’t do this. I beg you.”

Summer pleaded.

“If you don’t want me to do it, then fucking tell me where you hid the five billion!”

The man who had been torturing him yelled at him.

“I don’t know where it is because I didn’t take it. You have to believe me.”

Summer pleaded.

“I see you are not ready to speak. Perhaps the chair will make you remember.”

Summer shook his head as the two men dragged his tired body to the chair.

“Get off me. You can’t do this! I haven’t done anything wrong!”

He struggled, but his exhausted body could barely manage more than a weak twist of his shoulders. Nobody listened to him.

They forced him into the chair. The cold metal pressed against his back, and he instinctively tried to stand, but one of the men shoved him back down while the other closed the restraint around his wrists.

Straps were fastened across his chest, thighs, and ankles, pinning him firmly against the chair.

“Get this thing off me. I beg you. You are torturing an innocent person.”

Summer pleaded even though he knew they weren’t going to listen to him. He had explained everything to them again and again, but they refused to believe him.

“The only thing that will get you out of the chair is if you tell me where you hid the five billion you stole.”

“I didn’t steal it!”

He cried loudly, which resulted in him coughing painfully. The interrogator didn’t flinch. Instead, he picked up the helmet and examined it before approaching Summer.

“Where did you hide it?”

Summer shook his head.

“I didn’t hide it. I swear, I didn’t.”

Summer told him and tried to jerk away as he lowered the helmet onto his head. The other two held him in place, and the interrogator secured the helmet on his head.

Summer watched in horror as the interrogator walked to the machine and placed his hand on the controls.

“One last chance to tell me the truth.”

Summer shook his head and started to speak when the interrogator flipped a switch, and a low electrical hum filled the room.

Summer froze.

“Last chance, Summer.”

“I didn’t do it, I swear to…”

Summer barely had time to finish his words before a violent jolt ripped through his body.

His back arched against the chair, and a scream tore from his throat. His muscles contracted involuntarily, his hands twisted against the restraints as the current overwhelmed him.

He couldn’t think.

He couldn’t speak.

There was only the unbearable sensation tearing through his body and the desperate, instinctive urge to escape.

But there was nowhere to go.

The restraints held him in place as his body convulsed against the metal chair.

Then suddenly, it stopped.

Summer’s head fell forward. For several seconds, he couldn’t do anything but gasp for air.

Then everything changed.

The pain that had consumed him moments ago began to fade, replaced by a strange, overwhelming weakness. His chest felt unbearably heavy, and breathing became a struggle. He tried to lift his head, to open his eyes, to hold on to the last fragment of consciousness slipping through his fingers, but his body no longer seemed to belong to him.

He knew what was happening, but he didn’t want it. He didn’t want to die. He had so much he hadn’t done yet.

He hadn’t even lived happily. He hadn’t gotten married. Heck, he didn’t even have a girlfriend anymore. His last girlfriend had dumped him a month ago for a much richer man, and he didn’t even blame her for wanting better for herself.

He couldn’t die.

It wasn’t fair for him to die like this for a crime he hadn’t even committed.

Summer tried to fight it, but his consciousness started slipping away, and no matter how desperately he tried to hold on, he couldn’t stop it.

His vision darkened.

So this was how he would die?

For five billion that he hadn’t stolen. It felt so wrong.

It felt so terribly wrong, and he wished his life had been better.

But Summer knew wishing didn’t change anything because he had spent most of his life wishing for the best that never came.

He tried one last time to hold on to life but soon realized it was impossible to fight it.

Then his eyes closed, his body went limp, and the last faint beat of his heart faded into silence.

Summer Adam was dead.