2026-01-01 00:26:46Nathan’s hand went deeper into his pocket, and when he pulled it out, it wasn’t a fist.
It was cash.
A thick bundle of clean, crisp bills—about one thousand dollars.
The club went quiet.
Nathan raised the money slowly, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the music.
“I’ll give this to anyone who punches that stupid boyfriend of hers in the face.”For a split second, everyone thought it was a joke.
Then Nathan walked to the bartender’s desk and dropped the cash on it.
The sound of money hitting wood echoed louder than the bass.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
“What kind of nonsense is this?”
“Is he serious?”“At Club9?”Zea’s boyfriend burst into laughter, holding his stomach. “You think money can buy you help here?” he sneered. “Just watch and see how—”
His words died in his mouth.
A huge guy stepped out of the crowd.
No warning. No hesitation.
BAM!
A clean punch landed squarely on Zea’s boyfriend’s chin.
The man stumbled back, eyes wide, mouth hanging open.
The puncher calmly picked up the money from the desk and stuffed it into his pocket.
Silence.
Then—
Explosion.
“What the hell?!” Zea screamed.
People stared at Nathan now with completely different eyes.
“Is that all?” someone shouted.
Nathan reached back into his pocket again.
This time, he brought out ten thousand dollars.
The bills fanned out like a promise.
He dropped them on the table.
“If anyone wants more,” Nathan said coldly, “come collect.”
The club went mad.
People rushed forward like wolves scenting blood.
Zea’s boyfriend tried to back away, fear finally flashing across his face. “Hey—wait—”
Too late.
Fists came from everywhere.
Punches. Elbows. Knees.
Someone hit his ribs. Another smashed his jaw. Someone kicked his legs out from under him.
Nathan’s voice cut through the chaos.
“I’ll double it if he coughs out blood and teeth.”That was the trigger.
The mob descended fully.
Zea’s boyfriend screamed as he fell to the ground, curling up, trying to shield himself—but hands dragged him out.
Punches rained down like a storm.
Crack.
Blood sprayed.
A tooth flew across the floor.
He began coughing violently, blood bubbling from his mouth.
The crowd roared.
Nearby, the waitress and a few women turned toward Nathan.
“What about us?” one of them asked eagerly. “We want a share too.”
Nathan looked at them. “What do you want to do?”
They grinned. “We want to slap a bitch.”
Zea’s face drained of color.
She dropped to her knees instantly, grabbing Nathan’s trouser leg. “I’m sorry! Please! I was foolish—I didn’t mean it!”
Tears streamed down her face.
Nathan pulled out another ten thousand dollars and handed it to the women.
“But don’t touch her,” he said calmly. “She’s already begging.”
Zea sobbed in relief. “Thank you! Thank you—”
Nathan cut her off.
“I’m forgiving what you did to me,” he said coldly. “Not what you did to her.”
He turned to the waitress.
“Take your revenge.”
The waitress froze for half a second.
Then her face hardened.
She jumped on Zea like a storm.
Slaps echoed.
Hair was pulled.
Zea screamed, covering her face, begging now—not Nathan, but the waitress.
Nathan let it go on for a few seconds.
Then he pulled the waitress back gently. “That’s enough.”
Zea collapsed on the floor, sobbing, broken.
Nathan paid everyone their money.
The crowd erupted, chanting his name.
“NATHAN! NATHAN! NATHAN!”
Even the DJ caught on, hyping him over the speakers.
Nathan didn’t smile.
He checked the time.
Two minutes left.
He turned to leave—
—but the waitress ran after him.
“Thank you,” she said breathlessly. “For defending me.”
She hesitated. “What can I do for you?”
Nathan didn’t waste time. “I need to find the Zohran Gang. Fast.”
The waitress laughed softly. “Good thing you met me.”
She lowered her voice. “There’s a pattern. If you don’t know it, you can search all day and never find them.”
Nathan’s heart jumped. “Show me.”
She nodded. “My name’s Rhea. Come.”
Rhea led him through twisting corridors, narrow stairs, hidden hallways that didn’t even seem real. Left. Right. Down. Up. Through a staff-only passage.
Nathan’s head spun trying to memorize it.
Finally, they stopped at a steel door.
Rhea knocked.
Three short taps.
Two slow taps.One sharp knock.Nathan checked the time.
Twenty seconds.
The door opened slightly.
A man peered out. “Who dey?” he asked casually.
Rhea replied smoothly, “Night dey hungry, but fire still dey cook.”
The man grinned and opened the door.
Inside—
Nathan’s breath caught.
His grandmother.
Tied to a chair.
Bruised. Pale. Breathing shallowly.
Rage exploded inside him.
The room was filled with armed men.
At the center sat Don Cluster, boss of the Zohran Gang.
Rhea stepped forward easily. “Cluster.”
The men nodded at her with respect.
Too much respect.
Nathan noticed it immediately.
He stepped forward. “Release my grandmother.”
The room burst into laughter.
“Put your money where your mouth is,” Don Cluster said lazily.
“I’ll pay,” Nathan replied without hesitation. “Six hundred thousand. Right now.”
Cluster raised a brow. “It’s gone up.”
Nathan didn’t blink.
“One million,” Cluster said. “Movement costs. Trouble fees.”
“Give me the account,” Nathan said.
Stunned silence followed.
Someone scoffed. “Is this boy mad?”
“If he had money, why suffer this long?”
Nathan turned to Rhea. “Guarantee?”
She nodded. “Cluster keeps his word.”
Nathan nodded.
Fear gripped him as he opened his phone.
‘Please be real.’
He typed.
Facial verification.
Confirmed.
$1,000,000 debited.
Alert received.
Cluster stared at his phone.
Shock flickered across his face.
“…Release them.”
The ropes were cut.
Nathan held his grandmother tightly.
“Thank you,” he whispered to Rhea.
As they left—
Cluster spoke quietly. “Who is that boy?”
“I don’t know,” Rhea replied. “He defended me.”
A man added, “He threw cash like water.”
Cluster smiled slowly. “Maybe we work with him.”
“That’s stupid,” a female voice said.
From the shadows stepped Angela. Don Cluster's wife and a distant cousin of Roland Acuds.
Elegant. Cold. Dangerous.
“Kidnap him,” she said. “If one million is nothing to him, imagine the rest.”
Rhea snapped. “That’s dishonorable!”
Cluster hesitated—his baby sister might not see it as honourable but he didn't care, all he cared about was the money they could make.
Then nodded.
“Prepare.” He instructed his men.
Rhea stormed out.
And the hunt for Nathan began.
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Chapter 11
Nathan got home shortly after, the events of the day replaying in his mind like fragments of a storm he had already walked through. The small living room felt quieter than usual, his grandmother seated on her favorite chair, murmuring softly as she sorted through old magazines. For a brief moment, everything felt almost… normal.His phone vibrated.Aaron.Nathan answered just as another call came through—John. He merged the calls.“Bro!” Aaron’s voice came through loudly. “Are you coming to the ESU Gala or what?”Nathan smiled faintly. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”John laughed. “That’s my guy. So—big question—are you coming with a date?”“Not really,” Nathan replied honestly. “But I’ll still come.”Aaron whistled. “Bold move, man. Especially after everything that went down with Amelia last night.”John’s tone softened. “By the way, where have you been all day? The whole campus is buzzing. The story spread like wildfire.”Nathan hesitated for half a second, then spoke calmly.“My grandmother
Chapter 10
Nathan had barely taken three steps down the wide marble staircase when two familiar figures suddenly blocked his path.Bella Whitmore and Ava Reynolds.Both girls froze the instant they saw him, their eyes widening as if they had just run into a ghost in broad daylight. For a split second, disbelief flickered across their faces—then it was quickly replaced by irritation and hostility.Ava was the first to recover.She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and glared at Nathan as though he were something foul she had stepped on.“Are you stalking us now?” she snapped angrily. “We’ve seen you three times in less than twenty-four hours!”Bella let out a sharp scoff, her lips curling with disgust.“Seriously, do you have no shame?” she added coldly. “After that fraudulent nonsense you pulled at the restaurant last night? You and your wretched grandmother came to interrupt our shopping, and now you’re here again.”Her eyes swept over Nathan from head to toe, full of judgment and mockery
Chapter 9
Nathan’s taxi rolled to a smooth stop in front of the towering black-glass skyscraper with the silver letters:CLOVEN CORPORATIONHis heartbeat quickened.The building was a landmark—one of the most feared, revered, and powerful corporate headquarters in the world. Entire nations bowed when Cloven Corporation spoke. Billionaires trembled when its name was mentioned.And today… Nathan was walking into it.He paid the driver and stepped out. The air itself felt different here—colder, sharper, filled with the weight of wealth and authority.At the entrance stood a breathtakingly beautiful secretary—tall, poised, immaculate in her tailored navy skirt-suit. The moment she saw him, she straightened and gave a respectful bow, something she didn’t do for ordinary visitors.“Good afternoon, Mr. Rhodes,” she said smoothly.Nathan blinked. ‘She knows my name?’“I… I’m here to see Mr. David Brune.”“Yes, sir. He is expecting you.”No hesitation. Not even a question.She immediately stepped aside
Chapter 8
Nathan’s declaration fell like a thunderbolt.For a heartbeat, no one moved. No one breathed.The laughter that had filled the store moments earlier died abruptly, replaced by stunned silence. Every pair of eyes locked onto Nathan as though trying to determine whether he was joking, insane, or dangerously serious.Jessica Toadson was the first to recover.Her lips curled into a sneer, and she let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Are you delusional?” she asked loudly. “Or did poverty finally rot your brain?”Murmurs rippled through the surrounding shoppers.Nathan took a step forward, his posture calm, his gaze unwavering. “I’m very sane,” he said clearly. “And I’m announcing to everyone present that from this moment onward, you are fired for unjust treatment of customers.”The words echoed.Then—Laughter exploded.Anna bent over, clutching her stomach. Jenna slapped her thigh, laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes. Even Mr. and Mrs. Toadson laughed openly, shaking their heads as thou
Chapter 7
After Amelia and her friends finally walked away in laughter, the noisy tension they left behind slowly settled. Nathan stood still for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he tried to rein in the anger boiling inside him. His grandmother tugged gently at his sleeve, her wrinkled face filled with worry.“Nathan,” she said softly, “what was all that talk about seven women? Where will you even find them?”Nathan exhaled and gave a small, embarrassed smile. “Grandma… I honestly don’t know. I spoke too fast. I was angry.”She sighed, shaking her head slightly. “My boy, words spoken in anger are like stones thrown blindly. You can’t take them back.”“I know,” he replied. In his mind, however, a name surfaced—David Brune. The man who had called him earlier. The man who had told him the unbelievable truth about his father’s abandoned crypto project and the wealth attached to it. Nathan glanced at his phone briefly, then tucked it away. ‘I’m meeting David later today,’ he thought. ‘If an
Chapter 6
The taxi sped away from Club9, its tires humming against the early-morning asphalt as the city slowly woke up. Nathan sat stiffly in the back seat, his grandmother beside him, her thin hands folded neatly on her lap. She hadn’t said a word since they left the club, but Nathan could feel the weight of her worry pressing down on him.Streetlights flickered past the windows. The sky was already brightening.His grandmother glanced at him from the corner of her eye, her gaze lingering longer than usual, but she said nothing. She had seen enough violence in her lifetime to know when words needed to wait.Nathan broke the silence first.“Grandma… what do we still have at home?” he asked quietly. “Anything to eat?”She shook her head slowly. “Nothing, my boy. Not even rice.”Nathan exhaled. “Then we’ll stop at the mall first.”She turned to him, surprised. “The mall?”“Yes,” he replied calmly. “We’ll buy what we need.”The taxi changed direction.They arrived at the mall less than thirty min
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