2026-10-22 17:51:34The deep, throat-rattling roar of the dark-green Lamborghini Aventador SVJ echoed down Riverdale Boulevard, drawing the eyes of every pedestrian and driver in sight. Inside the carbon-fiber cockpit, Ayan leaned back against the hand-stitched leather seat, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel.
The feeling of stepping on the gas pedal of a $750,000 beast was intoxicating, but the real rush was looking at his phone’s banking notification.
Current Balance: $104,226,222.50
Over one hundred million dollars.
Ayan let out a faint, quiet laugh. Just forty-eight hours ago, he was frantically searching under his bed cushions for spare quarters to buy a instant cup of noodles. Now, he had more liquid cash than most mid-sized corporations in the state.
BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!
The center console’s digital display suddenly flashed red, interrupting his music. An incoming call notification lit up the screen.
The screen displayed an unsaved number, but Ayan knew those eleven digits by heart. He had typed them out thousands of times over the past two years, texting her good morning every single day before his early shifts.
It was Riya.
Ayan’s eyes remained completely calm, devoid of any anger or affection. He touched the screen on the steering wheel, accepting the call on speaker while keeping his eyes locked on the open road ahead.
"Ayan...?"
Riya’s voice came through the high-end speakers. It was trembling, breathless, and choked with emotion—a stark, pathetic contrast to the cold, arrogant tone she had used outside the Grand Hyatt Hotel just days ago.
"Ayan, is... is that really you?" she whispered softly.
Ayan didn't answer immediately. He lightly tapped the accelerator, letting the deep, mechanical rumble of the V12 engine fill the silence for a few long seconds.
"Who is this?" Ayan asked flatly, his voice smooth, distant, and completely indifferent.
A sharp intake of breath echoed from the other end of the line. "Ayan, please don't act like you don't know my voice! It's me, Riya! Please, don't hang up! I... I need to talk to you!"
"I don't recall having anything to discuss with you," Ayan said casually, taking a smooth right turn toward the financial district. "Aren't you supposed to be shopping for diamond pendants with Young Master Richi?"
"Ayan, please stop!" Riya cried out, her voice cracking as tears openly spilled through her tone. "I made a terrible mistake! I was stupid, I was blind! I was so confused and overwhelmed by everything Richi was promising me, but I realized today that none of it matters! I don't care about his money or his cars!"
Ayan smirked faintly, a cold, mocking glint in his eyes. You don't care about his money now that you realized my pocket change can buy his entire family.
"Is that so?" Ayan mused smoothly. "That's ironic, considering two days ago you told me two years with me was just two years of absolute poverty."
"I didn't mean it, Ayan! I swear on my life I didn't mean any of those awful things!" Riya pleaded desperately, her voice rising in panic. "I was just angry because you were always busy working! I missed you, Ayan! Two years together can't just disappear in two days! We shared so many memories! Do you remember the small bench in the park where we used to share a single ice cream?"
"I remember," Ayan replied calmly. "I also remember you standing outside a five-star hotel, taking Richi's money, and throwing it in the muddy rainwater at my feet while calling me a dirt-poor orphan."
Silence fell over the phone line. Riya sobbed quietly, unable to find a single defense against the cold truth.
"Ayan, Richi is a monster!" Riya choked out, trying a different angle. "After you drove away from the supercar showroom today, he lost his mind! He screamed at the dealership staff, broke his own phone, and then he blamed me! He literally pushed me out of his car on the side of the road and drove off! He abandoned me in the middle of the street, Ayan! He's nothing compared to you!"
"Richi was always a spoiled brat," Ayan said dryly. "You chose him for his father's bank account. You got exactly what you traded for."
"I was wrong! I regret it so much, Ayan! My heart hurts so bad..." Riya sobbed uncontrollably now, her pride completely shattered. "Please, give me one more chance! Let me see you tonight! We can go back to that small diner, or anywhere you want! I don't need expensive clothes or luxury dinners! I just want you back! I swear I'll be the best girlfriend you could ever ask for!"
DING!
Before Ayan could even respond, his phone screen flashed with a cascade of text messages from Riya popping up over the call interface:
[Riya]: Ayan, please look at your texts!
[Riya]: I threw away the Chanel coat Richi bought me! I don't want anything from him!
[Riya]: [Attachment: Photo]
[Riya]: I'm standing near our old university campus right now... I'm waiting for you in the cold. I won't leave until you come.
Ayan glanced at the screen for a fraction of a second. The photo showed her standing under a streetlamp, her eyes swollen from crying, holding her arms against the chilly autumn wind. It was a classic, desperate attempt at emotional guilt-tripping.
In the past, seeing her cry like that would have broken Ayan's heart. He would have dropped everything, rushed over on his old bicycle, and wrapped his jacket around her.
But now? Looking at her desperate pleas only filled him with a profound sense of disgust. She didn't regret breaking his heart; she regretted realizing the man she threw away was a multi-billionaire.
"Riya," Ayan spoke, his voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly calm register that made her instantly stop sobbing to listen.
"Y-Yes, Ayan?" she asked, a sliver of hope rising in her chest.
"When I was poor, my sincere love was worth less than dirt to you," Ayan said coldly, every word slicing through the air like a razor blade. "Now that I have money, your regret is worth even less to me. Don't ever call my phone again."
"Ayan, no! Wait—!"
CLICK.
Ayan tapped the red button on his steering wheel, terminating the call instantly. Without missing a beat, he tapped his screen a few more times, permanently blacklisting her phone number and blocking her across all social media platforms.
[DING!]
[System Alert: Utterly severed toxic emotional ties & inflicted permanent regret on target!]
[Regret & Mental Shock Value Collected from Target: Riya!]
[System Reward: 500 System Experience Points & 1x Mind Fortitude Elixir!]
BZZZ!
His phone vibrated softly with a direct financial reward pop-up:
[DING!]
[System Special Bonus: Emotional Liberation Reward!]
[Amount Received: $1,000,000.00 (Direct Clean Transfer)!]
[Bank Notice]: Your account ending in ****8821 has received a transfer of $1,000,000.00. Remaining balance: $105,226,222.50.
Ayan took a deep breath of the rich leather scent inside his supercar. The lingering shadow of his past had been completely wiped clean. He felt lighter, stronger, and entirely unshakeable.
He pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. The V12 engine roared aggressively as the Lamborghini leaped forward onto the mountain highway leading up toward the clouds.
Now that his heart was clear and his pockets were lined with over a hundred million dollars, it was time to leave his tiny, cramped attic room behind forever.
It was time for Chapter 9: Buying the Villa—where Ayan would drive up to Riverdale's most exclusive hilltop estate and purchase the grandest, most expensive multi-million-dollar mansion in the entire city.
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BUYING THE VILLA
The green Lamborghini Aventador SVJ carved through the winding mountain highway, its dark-green matte finish gleaming under the afternoon sun. As the noisy city streets faded into the distance, the air grew crisp, clean, and quiet.Ayan adjusted his grip on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. With over $105 million sitting in his bank account, driving back to his cramped, humid attic room in the slums was out of the question. He needed a residence that matched his rising status—a place offering total security, complete privacy, and unyielding grandeur.He tapped the touchscreen console on his dashboard, setting his destination to Starlight Villa Estate.Starlight Villa was Riverdale City’s most prestigious residential mountain sanctuary. Built along the crest of Mount Solitude, it was a gated paradise reserved exclusively for top-ranking political figures, international business moguls, and hereditary wealthy tycoons. Every property within the estate spanned thousands of square fee
THE JEALOUS EX
The deep, throat-rattling roar of the dark-green Lamborghini Aventador SVJ echoed down Riverdale Boulevard, drawing the eyes of every pedestrian and driver in sight. Inside the carbon-fiber cockpit, Ayan leaned back against the hand-stitched leather seat, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel.The feeling of stepping on the gas pedal of a $750,000 beast was intoxicating, but the real rush was looking at his phone’s banking notification.Current Balance: $104,226,222.50Over one hundred million dollars.Ayan let out a faint, quiet laugh. Just forty-eight hours ago, he was frantically searching under his bed cushions for spare quarters to buy a instant cup of noodles. Now, he had more liquid cash than most mid-sized corporations in the state.BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!The center console’s digital display suddenly flashed red, interrupting his music. An incoming call notification lit up the screen.The screen displayed an unsaved number, but Ayan knew those eleven digits by hea
THE SUPERCAR SHOWROOM
The afternoon sun blazed down on the glass facade of Apex Motors, the city’s premier luxury and exotic supercar dealership. Inside the air-conditioned, two-story showroom, multi-million-dollar Ferraris, McLarens, and Lamborghinis gleamed under warm indoor spotlights, reflecting off the polished white tile floor.Ayan arrived in a high-end luxury taxi, stepping out right in front of the showroom's glass doors. He adjusted his tailored charcoal suit, checking his watch. His bank balance stood at a staggering $29,976,222.50. Just as Ayan approached the glass doors, the sharp screech of high-performance tires echoed from the parking lot. A deep blue Porsche Panamera pulled aggressively into the VIP spot right near the entrance.The car doors swung open. Out stepped Richi, wearing a casual designer hoodie, holding a set of Porsche keys in his hand. Beside him was Riya, carrying several shopping bags from their earlier outing, though her expression was still visibly shaken from the hu
CASH IS KING
The cool afternoon breeze rustled through the trees along Financial Avenue, but Ayan felt a surge of warmth and absolute clarity. The high of spending $250,000 on a whim was still buzzing through his veins, but the real thrill was seeing $25,026,222.50 resting in his bank account. He wasn't just a broke student trying to survive until the end of the week anymore. He was a multi-millionaire in liquid cash. However, holding tens of millions of dollars in a basic student checking account was bound to trigger security flags, freeze transactions, or cause unnecessary headaches. To move money smoothly and unlock high-tier financial power, he needed a private wealth manager and an upgraded account status.Ayan walked up the grand granite steps of Royal Trust Bank—the premier private financial institution in Riverdale City. The building was an architectural marvel, featuring towering marble pillars and bulletproof glass facades.Pushing through the revolving brass doors, Ayan stepped
BUYING THE ENTIRE STORE
The afternoon sun blazed over Golden Plaza Mall's premier luxury boulevard, casting long shadows across the pristine marble walkway. Ayan walked with measured, unhurried steps. His tailored charcoal suit caught the light with a subtle silk sheen, and his sharp, enhanced gaze absorbed every detail of the high-end shopping district around him.Having over $276,000 sitting in his bank account was only the beginning. To escalate his System level and expand his influence, he needed to make massive, eye-watering financial transactions. Ayan stopped in front of Gilded Crown, the most extravagant multi-story flagship store in the city. Known for housing exclusive haute couture, limited-edition diamond-encrusted accessories, and custom leather goods, the store served as a playground for Riverdale’s most influential families. Through the massive floor-to-ceiling display windows, Ayan spotted two familiar figures inside near the VIP jewelry section.It was Richi and Riya. Richi was le
TIPPING THE WAITER
The morning sun reflected brilliantly off the glass facade of The Imperial Palace, Riverdale City’s most prestigious three-star Michelin restaurant. It was a place frequented exclusively by corporate tycoons, political elites, and high-society young masters.Ayan walked through the mahogany double doors, his new $12,500 charcoal Italian suit fitting his sharp frame flawlessly. He carried himself with a calm, effortless posture, yet every step radiated an unmistakable aura of confidence.As soon as he entered, the soft melody of a grand piano filled the air.A young waitress wearing a pristine white apron and a tailored vest walked over to greet him. Her name tag read Lily. Unlike the snobbish sales associate at the clothing boutique, Lily smiled with genuine warmth and politeness, showing not a single hint of judgment toward Ayan’s unfamiliar face."Good morning, sir! Welcome to The Imperial Palace," Lily said with a gentle bow. "Do you have a reservation, or would you prefer a ta
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