2025-11-10 16:09:20Nathan stretched awake at the city park where he had spent the freezing night. Passersby moved quickly, as if they were late for Judgment Day.
His fingers tightened over his prized possession, the flash drive, and for a moment, he smiled.
He stood up, dusted the coldness from his coat and walked into an internet café where he slid the flash drive into a computer, which blinked for a moment, then glowed a brilliant green.
“Welcome, Engineer Logan Pierce!” the screen read.
Nathan blinked and tapped a button. What happened next stole the breath from his lungs. The flash automatically began populating the screen with estates in Italy, high-rise apartments in Dubai, vintage car collections, private security firms, oil investments, and offshore bank accounts. A storm of numbers, documents, and digital signatures swept in rapidly. Every company, with every dollar running into billions, is rewriting itself with a single new name.
“Ownership transferred to Nathaniel Wood.”
His phone pinged a notification, and he pulled it out, blinking through the cracked screen. A string of notifications flooded in.
£800,000,000.00 deposited.
Asset Transfer: Mayfair Estate, London.
Asset Transfer: Orion Pharmaceuticals.
Asset Transfer: Crimson Bay Resort.
Bank Notification: Incoming Credit – £4,210,435,000.00.
He blinked again. Then another message.
Asset Link: 172 real estate holdings now listed under your account.
Nathan almost screamed.
He sat back, logged into his I*******m app, and hurriedly created a fake account under the name. Jacob Dome.
He uploaded several aesthetic pictures and assets —the type that could make other people depressed. He scrolled through his messages, found his ex-wife Jessica, and sent her a message. Message sent, but she was offline.
Hours later, he was at Lord Graymon's estate. This time, not as a beggar or broken man, but as a billionaire in disguise.
His physical appearance had not changed; he wore the same old coat and shoes like a lowly janitor who lost a bet to poverty.
The estate was steaming with what looked like a pre-engagement celebration. Glittering wine glasses, music, polished floors and wealth on display in every corner.
When Nathan walked by, Jessica turned.
“Oh...look what poverty brought,” she said, loud enough for the guests to hear. “What are you even doing in this house?”
“I came to see you,” he replied calmly.
“Your audacity is on steroids," she laughed. “Once Silas and I are married, you’ll be permanently banned from stepping an inch closer to me. We can’t have you spreading your poverty around.”
Nathan met her eyes. “All the best with the wedding,” he said quietly, his tone so steady it unnerved her.
From the stairs appeared Lord Graymon, followed by a man in a chiselled suit, and a young lady with beauty carved from jealousy. Her eyes met his, and in that brief moment, a glow of familiarity was born.
It was Clara Osborne. A ghost from Nathan’s past. His obsessed and abusive ex from college years.
“Don’t stand there like a lost dog. Make yourself useful. We’ve got real guests today.”
Graymon barely glanced at Nathan as he barked,
“Yes, sir,” Nathan replied quietly.
He kept walking, heart pounding. Not now, he thought. Not her. Not yet.
“Oi, Nathan!” barked Isaac, one of the senior staffers, waving a champagne bottle toward him. “Quit dragging your feet! You’re not here for sightseeing.”
Nathan nodded and moved to grab the bottle. But just then, Clara Osborne's voice rang out across the room.
“No need. I’ll take it.”
Everyone turned.
Clara cat-walked across the hall, confidence oozing like pride, eyes locked onto Nathan’s. “Hey Nathan, I haven't seen you in ages, since college.”
Nathan composed. “What exactly are you doing here?”
“Business,” She smiled darkly. “We are Lord Graymon's new associates.”
Nathan frowned and said nothing. He gave Clara a polite nod and turned away before Lord Graymon’s voice thundered from behind. “Nathan! Stop fraternising with my guest and make yourself useful, even if you're not.”
Clara gave Nathan a wink as Nathan walked away.
Clara, the serpent in human form, was back. Jessica was flaunting a new life she didn’t earn. Lord Graymon was drunk on power; he thought he still had it.
Nathan only smiled.
Minutes later, Lord Graymon descended the grand staircase with his guests in tow. Graymon was laughing, gesturing broadly.
“…and once the merger is complete, my name will be sealed into the political fabric of this country!”
And then, a stray mockery hit him.
“Lord Graymon,” one of the investors asked, “and who’s this fellow over there, your manservant?”
Graymon looked over his shoulder at Nathan, his face twisting. “That? That’s no one. Just my disappointment with a son-in-law. Soon to be ex.”
There were chuckles. One even muttered, “Must be humiliating.”
Graymon turned toward Nathan fully. “Go fetch more champagne. Something you're good at.”
Nathan nodded. “Right away, sir.”
That night, the estate buzzed with a pre-wedding wine-tasting ceremony. Guests flowed in with laughter and expensive heels, while Nathan remained in the background, unnoticed but not unaware. Clara floated through the room in a crimson dress, eyes sharp, lips full of dangerous secrets.
Jessica had spent the evening parading Silas around, showering him with attention. It was performative, Nathan could see it, and yet, it didn’t move him anymore.
Just then, a loud knock came at the estate’s front gates.
Two black SUVs rolled in.
Bank officials stepped out with umbrellas and documents.
“Lord Graymon,” one of them called, “we’re here to finalise the foreclosure.”
Chaos rippled through the estate.
Lord Graymon stormed out in his robe. “What is the meaning of this?!”
“The mortgage under the estate’s holding name has defaulted. The new beneficiary has claimed all assets.”
“And who the hell is that?!”
The official handed him a paper.
Graymon’s eyes widened as he read: “Jacob Dome.”
“Who the hell is Jacob Dome?!”
At the corner, Nathan almost raised his hands.
His phone buzzed and he unlocked it to a reply from Jessica.
“Who is this?... Do I know you?”
Nathan smiled and pocketed his phone.
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He blinked twice; he was alive for now.Staring into his face was Sarah, and a smile of relief escaped her lips. It was apparent she had sat there for ages awaiting his resurrection.Nathan took a rough glance at his room, which looked like a tornado had passed through, from shattered glasses to tumbled cupboards to torn cushion fabric.“Sarah... What happened here?” His voice was surprisingly calm.“She was here… Clara, and she was furious.” Sarah calmly explained. “She broke most of your things, burned some, and threw some away.”Clara’s temper was like a time bomb, but this destruction was something else entirely. “She’s mad at you, about everything. Said things I won’t repeat.” Sarah said.Nathan swallowed hard, then a cold realisation struck him. “The cupboard... the flash drive.” He reached for the overturned cupboard and was shocked when, in place of the flash drive, there was nothing.Gone. The flash drive was gone.That flash drive was more than just data; it was the key to
Chapter 9
Nathan awoke with a gasp in a strange, fog-drenched afterlife cityscape that was neither ancient nor modern.The sky was a dull grey with no visible sun, and the place had a ghostly urban pulse.Nathan stood dazed in the middle of the street, instinctively checking his chest. No heartbeat. No breath. Yet he was standing, thinking, moving. Alive… in some other way.“New arrival?”That was the voice of a man cleaning his booth, a faded hat sat crookedly on his brown hair.Nathan nodded slowly. “I think so…”The man approached and extended a hand. “Name’s Donald Shaw. You’re in May cross, afterlife. Not heaven, not hell. Just… between.”Nathan shook his hand, trying to ground himself. “This is real?... I mean, am I dead?”“As real as anything else. Everyone here is dead…was dead.” Donald said, glancing at the leather pouch swinging gently from Nathan’s side. “You’ll want to check that.”Nathan looked down, and for the first time, he saw the pouch and reached for it.Inside, dozens of si
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gently.He came out to welcome her. She looked different from the day of the fire incident: calmer, brighter and super adorable. Her cotton dress hung on her body like a leech, and her beauty was goddess-like. Zeus must be eyeing her from Mount Olympus.“Nathan Woods?” she asked gently when she saw him. Her ivory white dentition was everything.“Sarah Wilkins!” He returned the smile with fascination in his eyes.“I wasn’t sure I’d come,” she said. “But I owed you a thank you. And… well, my sister insisted. She said anyone who’d risk their life for her son deserved more than just a handshake on the sidewalk.”Nathan gave a rare smile. “How is the young man doing?”“Better,” she said. “He won’t stop talking about his ‘fireman.’ Even though you’re not a fireman.”“I’ll take the compliment.”She laughed hard and long. Nathan joined her, and hand in hand, he took her to the estate garden where they sat for a while. Their conversation revolved from London, to her nephew, to nightlife, to di
Chapter 7
That afternoon, a different plan occupied Nathan's mind after agreeingto meet Jessica as Jacob Dome.But he couldn’t risk exposing himself directly. He needed a stand-in, someone who could convincingly play Jacob’s part without raising suspicion or doubts.So he got to work. He quickly posted a job ad under one of his corporate aliases:Well-paid one-time role. Must dress, speak, and carry yourself like a shy, wealthy investor by the name of Jacob Dome. Confidence in silence is preferred. Location: London Square. High discretion required. Appearance: Polished. Communication: Minimal but elegant. Applicants must send a voice note. Payment in two parts.Within minutes, responses poured in like streams of joy.Nathan sat at his desk, listening to voice notes. Some were ridiculous, arrogant, overly slick and cocky, while others lacked presence and capacity.But then, one of the voice notes caught his attention: His voice was enigmatic and smooth like a business con-man; he sounded u
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like the tongue of Hades.Inside, visibility was almost zero. He crouched low, crawling along the floor, listening, straining. Then he heard it: soft sobs, followed by a weak cough.A faint whimper guided him to a room where the boy was huddled in the corner of the smoke-filled room, tears streaming down his soot-covered face.He was maybe six or seven. His tiny body trembled. Nathan scooped him up and wrapped his jacket around the child’s head. “Hold on to me.”But turning back was another challenge; the flames had blocked the door.He raced towards the window, the boy's hand in his, and with a determined grunt, he lifted the boy through, then jumped after him, just in time to escape the roof crashing down on them.Outside, he laid the boy on a nearby patch of grass. The child had a little bruise on the knee and was coughing violently.“Clear!” a paramedic shouted, moving in with oxygen.Nathan stood up, heart thumping hard against his chest. His hands were blistered, and his shirt w
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from desperate rivals, but this one was different. It was personal and precise. At the lounge, Nathan overheard Maurice dishing orders to their Lt. Bruce Owen, their Chief head of security.“Double the security. Every gate, every entrance, every window, and every walkway.” Graymon ordered, his voice cold and unyielding. “I want security surveillance cameras at every blind spot in the estate. You should be armed, alert, and ready, and no one gets in without my say.”Bruce Owen gave a curt nod. “Understood.”“Make sure the staff know their roles. Anyone acting suspiciously gets dealt with immediately. And Nathan?” Maurice lowered his voice. “I don't completely trust him. But he'll stay close; every meal that comes in must be tasted by him alone.”From where he pretended to be arranging a flower vase, Nathan smiled. They were using him as a tool to test for poison.Lt. Bruce Owen, who had already calculated the logistics in his head, began immediately with his team, adding additional ca
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