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BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2026-06-05 18:22:57
The laughter died as Simon pulled the first two men inward and slammed their skulls together.

The sound cracked through the hall.

Both men dropped at his feet, their bodies folding badly against the dirty floor. For a moment, even the music seemed weaker. The men who had been laughing now stared with open mouths.

Varen’s face tightened. “Why are you standing there? Break him!”

The remaining attackers rushed at once.

One man swung a chair. Simon caught it, tore it from his hands, and dr
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  • THE MAN EVERYONE WANTED

    The applause echoed through Ashcombe Manor long after Lady Eleanor lowered her hands. Guests continued clapping as they looked toward Simon, and many of them smiled with genuine admiration. The man they had dismissed for most of the evening had become the center of every conversation.Nathan slowly lowered his hands. His palms burned, but the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation inside his chest. Just minutes earlier, people had surrounded him, laughing at his jokes and praising his generosity. Now no one even looked in his direction.Before Nathan could collect himself, several guests walked toward Simon.Harold Winslow reached him first and offered a respectful handshake."Mr. Gallagher," Harold said with a warm smile, "it has been many years since I have admired a young man this much. Your generosity deserves every bit of respect in this room."Simon accepted the handshake politely."You are too kind," he replied. "I only supported a worthy cause."Richard Ashford stepped

  • A STANDING OVATION

    Several guests turned toward him, but no one laughed with him. Nathan noticed it immediately. Earlier, even his weakest joke had drawn approval from his circle. Now his words only made the room uncomfortable.Simon looked at him. “You were more entertaining when you believed you had won.”A few guests lowered their eyes to hide their reactions. Another businessman quietly cleared his throat. “Mr. Blackwood has never lacked confidence.”His wife answered under her breath, “Confidence is admirable. Arrogance becomes expensive when the truth arrives.”Nathan caught the exchange, and the words stung far more than he wanted to admit.Nathan’s jaw tightened. He wanted to answer, but any reply would remind everyone that his five-million-dollar donation had been only half of Simon’s gift to the foundation and a small fraction of the manor purchase.Lady Eleanor placed the tablet carefully on the table. Her eyes had become wet, though her smile remained controlled. “I placed Ashcombe Manor on

  • NINETY MILLION REASONS

    The accountant’s announcement struck the dining hall harder than any insult Nathan had thrown that evening. For several seconds, nobody moved. The only sound came from the faint hum of the air-conditioning and the soft vibration of the tablet in the accountant’s hands.Then the room broke into gasps.Several guests instinctively rose halfway from their seats before sitting back down again. Expensive cutlery lay forgotten on polished tables as every eye fixed itself on Simon. No one cared about dinner anymore. The only thing that mattered was whether the impossible had truly happened.“Eighty million dollars?” a man near the front said, gripping the edge of his chair. “He transferred eighty million dollars during dinner?”A woman beside him stared at Simon. “That is impossible. Banks do not process that kind of payment without notice.”The accountant looked down at the screen again. His fingers moved quickly as he opened the transaction details. “The payment has cleared,” he said. “It

  • THE TRANSFER ARRIVED

    Nathan finally found his voice. “That cannot be right.”The accountant looked directly at him. “The funds have been verified.”Nathan stood again. “Verified from where? For goodness sake this man is a government teacher.”Simon remained seated. “You seem disappointed.”Nathan pointed at him. “Ten million dollars does not appear from nowhere. Who gave it to you?”Simon looked at the finger aimed toward him. “You asked how much I donated. Now you have your answer.”Celeste swallowed and turned toward Isabella. “He said he was a teacher.”Isabella did not take her eyes off Simon. “He never said teaching was all he did.”Lady Eleanor smiled at Simon with genuine gratitude. “Mr. Simon Gallagher, ten million dollars is extraordinary. You have brought us very close to our full scholarship target with just one contribution.”Simon inclined his head. “The students need it more than I do.”Nathan lowered himself into his chair, but the pride had left his face. His five-million-dollar donation,

  • TEN MILLION REASONS

    The accountant opened the sealed folder, and Nathan Blackwood sat straighter as if the entire ceremony had been arranged for his victory.Every face turned toward the front of the dining hall. Crystal glasses rested untouched beside expensive plates, and the soft glow from the chandeliers fell across rows of expectant guests. Nathan glanced at Simon and smiled, already imagining the humiliation that would follow when the teacher’s name failed to appear.Nathan’s first companion leaned closer. “Once the fifth name is announced, this mystery will finally end.”Nathan kept his eyes on Simon. “It already ended outside. The scrawny teacher simply refuses to understand it.”His other friend smirked. “Then perhaps public embarrassment will help him learn faster.”Nathan raised his glass slightly. “Some lessons require an audience.”The accountant adjusted his glasses and looked down at the verified records. “Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin with the fifth-largest contribution received ton

  • THE PRICE OF PRIDE

    Lady Eleanor turned toward him with patient interest. “Of course, Mr. Blackwood. What would you like to ask?”Nathan rose from his chair and adjusted his white jacket. His stained cuff remained visible, but he held his arm as though even the mark belonged to something valuable. “I believe everyone inside this dining hall is supposed to contribute at least two hundred thousand dollars. That was the condition for entering Ashcombe Manor, correct?”Lady Eleanor nodded carefully. “That is correct. Although I prefer to think of it as an arrangement rather than a measure of anyone’s worth.”Nathan smiled. “Naturally. Still, rules exist for a reason.”Several guests glanced toward Simon before Nathan even turned.This was because of Ethan's appearance which was average, I mean that was very noticeable.They already understood where the question was leading. Celeste’s eyes brightened with interest, while Isabella placed her fork down and watched Nathan with growing discomfort.Nathan pointed

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