Rise of the Masked King

Chapter 7: The Price of Silence

Before Anthony left the hospital that morning, he made one last stop at the doctor’s office. The man stood waiting, nervous, his hands clasped together as if expecting bad news.

Anthony’s voice was calm, cold even. “When my stepfather, Oscar, comes in for his usual treatment, do not give him any medication. Not a single drop.”

The doctor hesitated. “Sir, if he misses it, his condition will—”

“I know,” Anthony interrupted softly. “That’s the point.”

Oscar had been battling a rare blood and eye disease for years. His life depended on that medication. The slightest delay or overdose would mean a slow, painful death. For years, Anthony had watched him walk into the hospital like a man walking toward salvation, the same man who had once watched Anthony’s mother die without lifting a hand to help her. Now, the balance was finally tipping.

After leaving the doctor’s office, Anthony was met by the family manager, a polished man in a dark suit who guided him to the Empire’s underground garage. The moment the doors opened, Anthony froze. The space stretched endlessly, filled with rows of shining luxury cars—machines of power and precision.

“Choose any,” the manager said proudly.

Anthony walked through them slowly. There were Bugattis, Ferraris, Maybachs, Rolls-Royces—all immaculate, each a symbol of the empire’s legacy. But his gaze stopped at a screen beside the wall. He pulled out his phone and showed the manager a design he had created months ago—a custom-built model, sleek and unlike anything on the market.

“I want this,” he said simply.

The manager examined the image and nodded. “Consider it done. I’ll have the engineers begin immediately.”

When it was time to leave, his grandfather insisted one of the family members drive him home. Anthony shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly. “Not yet. No one can know who I really am—not until the time is right.”

And so, he left the Empire’s gates in an ordinary taxi, the driver unaware that the quiet young man in the back seat now owned more wealth than everyone he had ever met combined.

Halfway through the ride, Anthony’s phone buzzed. It was Vionna.

“Anthony! Where have you been? Everyone’s saying different things about you—some say you were arrested, others say you disappeared. What’s going on?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, his voice steady.

“You’re lying,” she said. “Meet me at the school canteen in twenty minutes.”

The call ended before he could argue.

When Anthony asked the taxi driver to take him to the campus canteen, the man frowned. “That’s a student zone,” he said. “And I don’t take rides there unless it’s worth my time. You’ll pay five times the normal fare.”

Anthony nodded. “Fine.”

The driver laughed, eyeing him through the mirror. “You? You can’t afford it. You look like you borrowed that shirt.”

Anthony’s gaze stayed forward. “Drive.”

The driver kept taunting him, threatening to call the police if he couldn’t pay. By the time they reached the canteen, his words had grown crueler. When the car stopped, Anthony pulled out a bundle of cash and handed it over.

“Keep the change,” he said quietly.

The driver’s eyes widened when he realized it was ten times the fare. He stepped out, stunned. “Thank you, sir!”

But Anthony had already walked away.

Inside the canteen, Vionna waved from a corner table surrounded by her friends. Her smile was warm, but her eyes searched him for answers.

“Everyone,” she said, “this is Anthony.”

They greeted him politely, except for one—Kiara, the girl Vionna had wanted to pair him with.

Kiara tilted her head, smirking. “This is him? The so-called lottery boy?”

Vionna frowned. “Kiara—”

“No, really,” Kiara cut in. “Is this how low you’ve gone, Vionna? I thought you had taste.” She laughed, stood up, and walked away, leaving an awkward silence behind.

Anthony smiled faintly. “It’s fine. Not everyone believes in stories they can’t understand.”

Just then, the sound of roaring engines filled the air outside. Three luxury cars rolled into the parking lot—sleek, exotic, and impossible to ignore. The chatter in the canteen turned into gasps.

When the doors opened, it was clear who they were.

From the first car stepped Darren—the golden boy of All Stars University—his arm around Olivia, who clung to him like an accessory. Behind him was Jackson, with his cousin beside him, both dressed in designer suits. The last car door opened, revealing Joanna and her boyfriend, Henry Beltman, the billionaire founder and CEO of Boo Tech, worth $10 billion.

Their arrival turned the entire canteen into a runway. Phones came out. Students whispered their names like royalty. The event posters on the walls suddenly made sense. Tonight was the “King and Queen of ASU” event—a mega celebration, merging two of the most prestigious school titles into one grand occasion.

Darren led the group inside, every step echoing arrogance. Henry walked straight to Anthony’s table, followed closely by Jackson.

Noah—Jackson’s billionaire cousin, with an empire worth $15 billion—was the last to approach. He pointed straight at Anthony. “So, this is the lottery boy?”

Anthony said nothing.

Noah grabbed his collar, yanking him to his feet. “You think you’re better than us now? Answer me!” His palm cracked across Anthony’s face once, twice, the sound echoing through the stunned canteen.

Vionna tried to push forward, but Jackson caught her by the arm. Fenrick rose to help, only for one of the men to shove him back into his chair.

Noah laughed, grabbed a folded event poster from a nearby table, and slapped Anthony’s face with it. “Let’s see how rich you are tonight, at the event. Show us your ‘lottery’ money.”

Olivia leaned into Darren, deliberately kissing him as Anthony stood there bleeding, her eyes flicking toward him with cold satisfaction.

As they turned to leave, Joanna grabbed a cup of hot coffee and poured it over Anthony’s head. The liquid ran down his neck and shirt, scalding but silent. Henry smirked, watching him. “If you really have money, prove it tonight.”

Then, as they entered their cars, they revved their engines hard, spraying dust and gravel over him as they sped off, leaving laughter behind.

For a moment, the canteen was quiet. Then Vionna and Fenrick ran to Anthony.

“I’m so sorry,” Vionna whispered, holding his arm.

Fenrick clenched his fists. “They’re going too far.”

Anthony wiped his face, forcing a calm smile. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.” He paused, looking out at the road where the luxury cars had vanished. “But I think I’ll attend that event tonight. I’ve suddenly grown very interested.”

Vionna exchanged a doubtful glance with Fenrick, both laughing softly. “Sure,” Fenrick said. “We believe you.”

But deep down, neither of them did.

After they left the canteen, Vionna drove home. She couldn’t stop thinking about the humiliation Anthony had just endured. The upcoming event was all anyone could talk about. For years, she had always come second at the King and Queen competition—but this year was different. It was bigger. More extravagant. And somehow, Anthony’s name was already tied to it.

Evening approached fast. Lights were already being set up across the university grounds. Cameras. Reporters. Luxury cars lined the streets.

At the boys’ dorm, Fenrick called Anthony outside. “Come see this,” he said, pointing toward the window. “Look at what everyone’s driving tonight. It’s insane.”

Rows of cars gleamed under the setting sun—Lamborghinis, Bentleys, even one plated with gold. Students strutted in designer suits and glittering gowns.

Fenrick chuckled. “You still sure about attending? You’ll need more than confidence tonight.”

Anthony’s expression was unreadable. “Confidence is enough—for now.”

Fenrick laughed. “We’ll see about that.” He stepped aside, pulling out his phone. “Give me a minute.”

He turned his back, voice low as he made a call.

“Isn’t it ready?” he asked.

There was a brief pause. Then, a quiet smile crossed his face.

The night was just beginning