Student Trillionaire with Seven Beautiful Women

Chapter 3

Nathan was still being dragged toward the exit when fate decided to add salt to his already bleeding wounds.

His shoes scraped helplessly against the polished marble floor as the security guards hauled him forward. His arms burned from the tight grip on them, but the pain in his chest was far worse. Every step felt like another nail hammered into his dignity. Around him, murmurs rose and fell—mocking, curious, entertained. No one tried to help. No one even asked for his side of the story.

At the entrance of the restaurant, the manager and the security suddenly stopped.

Nathan’s head jerked up instinctively, hope flickering for the briefest moment. Maybe they had come to their senses. Maybe someone had spoken up.

Standing right in front of them was a tall, well-dressed young man, his posture relaxed, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of a tailored coat that probably cost more than Nathan’s entire wardrobe combined. He carried himself with an effortless authority, the kind that came from never having to doubt his place in the world. An invisible aura of wealth and confidence clung to him, thick enough that even strangers could feel it.

The moment the ladies saw him, excitement exploded in the air.

“Oh my God…”

“Is that—?”

“No way!”

Whispers turned into squeals. Phones were subtly adjusted. Smiles bloomed instantly.

It was Michael.

Michael glanced around calmly, his sharp eyes taking in the scene—the overturned chair, the shattered glass, the humiliated young man being restrained by security. His expression remained composed, almost bored.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice smooth and controlled.

The manager straightened immediately, his earlier arrogance softening into something respectful. “Sir,” he said quickly, “this young man attempted to scam our establishment. He pretended to be wealthy, ordered extremely expensive items, and couldn’t pay when the bill came.”

Michael raised a brow, his gaze finally settling on Nathan.

For a second, there was silence.

Then Michael burst into laughter.

“This guy?” he scoffed loudly. “A scammer?”

The laughter was infectious. A few people joined in, pointing openly now.

The ladies rushed toward Michael at once, surrounding him as if gravity itself had pulled them in. Melody clutched his arm. Ava leaned closer than necessary. Even strangers seemed eager to bask in his presence.

Amelia hurried over as well.

Her earlier tears returned instantly, flowing as though summoned on command. She positioned herself perfectly where Michael could see her, her face tilted just enough to appear fragile and wronged. Michael’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than on the others.

He had been searching for her.

Melody stepped forward proudly, as though presenting evidence in court. “Michael, this is the guy who scammed Amelia,” she said. “He told her he was a billionaire heir keeping a low profile.”

Michael laughed again, louder this time.

“Why would you believe him?” he said, his voice ringing across the entrance. “He’s clearly not rich. He’s an errand boy on campus. We send him on errands, and he does our homework. He’s a helpless pauper.”

The words landed like stones.

Nathan felt his chest cave in.

Amelia nodded quickly, seizing the opening like a lifeline. “Thank you for showing up for us,” she said, her voice trembling just enough. “If I had known he was this poor, I wouldn’t have even mingled with him. It’s the greatest mistake of my life.”

That was it.

Whatever fragile piece of Nathan’s heart remained finally cracked.

His head dropped, his shoulders shaking as silent tears streamed down his face. He didn’t argue. He didn’t defend himself. All he wanted—needed—was for them to let him go. To be alone. To mourn the betrayal quietly, without an audience.

But Amelia wasn’t done.

She suddenly began crying again, louder now, telling anyone who would listen that she had never known, that she had been deceived, that she was a victim too.

Michael stepped closer and pulled her into a comforting hug.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured softly, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ll deal with him for humiliating you.”

The ladies nodded vigorously, murmuring their approval. Even some of the customers nearby joined in, shaking their heads. A few looked uncomfortable, but they said nothing. Most whispered that it was wrong to pretend to be rich when one was poor. That people like Nathan deserved consequences.

Melody walked up to Nathan suddenly and slapped him hard across the face.

The sound echoed.

Before Nathan could even react, Ava followed immediately with another slap.

“Never come close to us again,” they warned coldly. “We’ll make sure you get expelled.”

Stars danced in Nathan’s vision. His cheek burned, but the humiliation burned deeper. He stood there, broken, while Amelia sobbed theatrically in Michael’s arms.

Then Amelia sniffed, lifting her head slightly. A faint smile touched her lips.

“You smell so nice,” she said softly to Michael. “Expensive.”

Michael smirked.

“Of course,” he replied. “My sprays are very expensive. Unlike some people who act rich but reek of poverty. One bottle of my perfume can buy his whole existence.”

Laughter erupted again.

Nathan shook his head slowly, tears dropping onto the floor. He felt hollow, like something essential had been scooped out of him and thrown away.

Then Michael’s eyes narrowed.

He stared at Nathan’s suit.

“I know this suit,” Michael said suddenly.

A hush fell.

Everyone turned toward him.

“How?” someone whispered.

Michael smiled faintly. “I invested in a popular suit rental business on campus,” he explained casually. “Clean Wears Rentals.”

Murmurs spread instantly through the crowd.

“This is one of their suits,” Michael continued. “Their logo is stitched inside.”

“Ohhh…” the crowd reacted, excitement bubbling at the revelation.

Michael turned toward the security guards. “Take it off him.”

Nathan’s head snapped up in panic. “Please,” he begged hoarsely. “Please don’t. I’ll leave. I’ll go. Just let me go.”

But no one listened.

The ladies echoed Michael’s command, shouting over one another. The security guards moved without hesitation. They yanked the jacket off him first, then the shirt.

Nathan trembled violently, his hands clasped together in desperate pleading.

“Please… please…”

They ignored him.

When they reached for his trousers, Nathan’s voice broke completely. “Please, not that. Please.”

Melody crossed her arms, eyes cold. “Take it off,” she insisted.

The security guards did.

Phones were raised everywhere. Laughter rang out. Insults flew freely.

When they moved to remove his trousers fully, Nathan collapsed to his knees.

“Please!” he sobbed, his voice cracking as he clutched at the fabric. “I’m begging you!”

They took it off anyway.

Nathan was left standing in his worn-out boxers, exposed, shaking, stripped of every last shred of dignity.

The girls burst into cruel laughter, pointing at him, mocking him loudly. Nathan wished the ground would open and swallow him whole. He wished he could disappear.

The manager returned from the counter at that moment, his tone respectful as he addressed Michael. “Sir, the bill has been cleared. The total amount was nine million, one hundred and twenty-seven thousand, four hundred dollars.”

Michael had already handed over his card earlier.

He nodded calmly. “Good.”

Then he turned back to the security. “Take him to the station.”

Nathan flinched.

“That’s enough,” the manager said suddenly. “There’s no need to take him to the station. Let him go.”

The girls protested instantly, shouting that Nathan should be locked up, punished properly. Michael raised a hand, silencing them.

“That humiliation is enough,” he said flatly.

As the security loosened their grip, Ava grabbed one of the expensive wine bottles from the table. She marched up to Nathan and poured it over his head, soaking him completely.

“Trash,” she cursed.

Michael looked down at Nathan, his gaze icy. “Run away before I ask my bodyguards to beat you.”

Nathan didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed his phone, which was tossed back to him after they found it inside the suit, and ran.

He ran until his lungs burned, until the lights of campus blurred behind him. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He didn’t stop until he reached a quiet beach, the sound of waves crashing softly against the shore.

His chest felt like it had been torn open.

With nothing left—no pride, no love, no future—he walked toward the water.

Each step felt final.

Just then, his phone rang.

He ignored it.

Then he laughed bitterly. What difference did it make now?

He answered.

“Good evening, Mr. Nathan,” a calm male voice said. “My name is David Brune, an investment banker. I manage your late father’s abandoned project.”

Nathan frowned, confusion slicing through his despair. “I… I don’t understand.”

“The project just blew beyond expectations,” David continued smoothly. “It’s growing so fast that millions of dollars are pouring in every minute. You need to come in tomorrow to sign ownership documents.”

Nathan swayed, dizziness washing over him.

“With the way things are going,” David added, “you’ll most likely become the richest man in the world.”

Nathan’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

“For now,” David continued, “we’ve sent you the first set of profits, as per your father’s instructions before he died. I’ll text you an address for our meeting tomorrow.”

The call ended.

Nathan stared at his phone as a message came in.

Cloven Corporation HQ.

His breath caught.

Cloven Corporation was known worldwide—the largest investment and asset management firm in existence. Its reach extended into countless industries. Students on his campus dreamed of working for its subsidiaries. Amelia had once told him her friends were seeking opportunities with its talent management agency.

More messages flooded in.

$5,000,000,000 credited.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Nathan checked his balance.

$20,000,000,000.

His hands trembled violently. His mind couldn’t process it. He spent the entire night awake on the beach, staring at the screen, questioning reality.

He fell asleep there, exhausted.

Before dawn, his phone rang again.

It was his grandmother.

He answered eagerly, ready to tell her everything.

Instead, a harsh male voice spoke.

“We have your grandmother,” the man said coldly. “Come to Club9 with the money, or she dies.”

Nathan’s blood ran cold.

“Release her now!” he shouted.

The man laughed. “We’ll harvest her organs if you don’t cooperate. And you’ll push drugs for us until your debt is paid.”

Nathan jumped to his feet, fear flooding him completely.

His nightmare wasn’t over.

It was just beginning.