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chapter 13

Author: PASCALY

2025-08-01 03:41:23

The Wayne Mansion stood like a silent fortress under the night sky, its towering spires and golden-lit windows casting long shadows across the marble driveway. Inside the master bedroom, Jorge Wayne lay propped against a mountain of soft pillows, his breathing shallow but steady. Machines beeped in rhythmic intervals beside him, monitoring every heartbeat, every breath.

His gaze lingered on a photo in his hand—a picture of a younger Victoria holding a baby Dave, both smiling with innocence and joy. Jorge’s eyes misted over. So many years lost. So much time wasted in the shadows of lies.

The door creaked open.

Dave entered slowly, his expression unreadable, a bag from Crusline Mall still in one hand. He had changed into a black designer suit, tailored perfectly to his form. His hair was slicked back, and the glint of the Wayne black card peeped from his wallet.

Jorge smiled faintly.

"You’re back," he said weakly.

Dave sat by his bedside, placing the bag on the nearby chair.

"I didn’t t

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chapter 14
Eva Lapis sat by the window of her room, her legs curled up on the edge of the velvet chaise lounge. Rain tapped against the glass, but her thoughts were far louder. The image of Dave—her husband—at the luxury boutique had shaken her to her core. She hadn’t seen it coming. She wasn’t even looking for him. It had started as an ordinary evening: scrolling through fashion feeds, online gossip, and business rumors. But then, suddenly, the headlines shifted: “Mysterious Billionaire Shocks Sales Floor with $12M Shopping Spree.” The photo attached had her choking on her own breath. It was Dave. Same face, same saggy clothes. But the way the staff bowed to him after discovering his black card, the way the cameras caught him walking out like a god in tattered clothing—it didn’t make sense. What was he doing with a card that exclusive? How could he afford a $1.2 million suit? Since when did people address Dave with respect? Her thumb trembled as she scrolled through more footage. “Who ar
chapter 13
The Wayne Mansion stood like a silent fortress under the night sky, its towering spires and golden-lit windows casting long shadows across the marble driveway. Inside the master bedroom, Jorge Wayne lay propped against a mountain of soft pillows, his breathing shallow but steady. Machines beeped in rhythmic intervals beside him, monitoring every heartbeat, every breath.His gaze lingered on a photo in his hand—a picture of a younger Victoria holding a baby Dave, both smiling with innocence and joy. Jorge’s eyes misted over. So many years lost. So much time wasted in the shadows of lies.The door creaked open.Dave entered slowly, his expression unreadable, a bag from Crusline Mall still in one hand. He had changed into a black designer suit, tailored perfectly to his form. His hair was slicked back, and the glint of the Wayne black card peeped from his wallet.Jorge smiled faintly."You’re back," he said weakly.Dave sat by his bedside, placing the bag on the nearby chair."I didn’t t
chapter 12
The mall had fallen into absolute silence.Every gaze was pinned to one man—the one they had ridiculed, laughed at, and humiliated. Now, the very ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble with the weight of their mistake.Dave Wayne.The name echoed in everyone's mind like a distant roar.The glossy black card shimmered between the saleslady’s trembling fingers. She stared at it, stunned, her eyes tracing the bold gold lettering engraved on its surface: Dave Wayne. That name, once forgotten and dismissed, now held power—immense, undeniable power."W-Wayne?" she stuttered. "You're... Mr. Dave Wayne?"The room tilted."Wait... did she say Wayne? Like... that Wayne?""Is he one of them?""No way. The Wayne family practically owns half the country!""That black card... it's a Trident Black Card! Those are custom-made for the top elite—just one swipe could buy this entire store!"Mark Cindy, who just moments ago was mocking Dave without mercy, now stood frozen in place. His face turned a
chapter 11
Dave was amazed and impressed as he walked through the mall, his eyes filled with admiration. Everything looked so bright and beautiful—there were so many people, and so many interesting things one could buy. Umm... Dave froze as he noticed everyone in the mall seemed to have fixed their eyes on him. The looks they gave were filled with disgust, their judgment plain and unhidden. He could even hear the surrounding whispers. "Oh my God… who's that? He looks so unkempt." "What the hell? Why would they let a beggar in here?" "Who knows? Maybe he's not just a beggar but a criminal…" Yeah, you're right, man. Someone like him, hmm… > "Mmm, he's definitely here to steal something." Dave didn't mind the stares or what they were whispering about. He acted as if he didn't care and walked straight toward a boutique store. Just at the entrance, a saleslady stood there, looking stunning and cute. Dave couldn't help but smile to himself. Hmm… I see why they placed her at the entrance. Th
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"Wow..." Dave whispered to himself as he entered the dining room. It looked like his father was hosting a feast—so many dishes were laid out on the long dining table. "Oh, son! You're here. "Come, come, join me," Mr. Jorge said warmly as he noticed Dave's presence. Dave didn't hesitate. He walked over and sat down beside his father. "Good morning, Dad," Diava greeted politely, noticing the odd look on his father's face as he sat beside him. "What's wrong, Dad?" he asked, puzzled by the strange expression Mr Jorge had just given him. Mr. Jorge sighed. "Son, why are you still wearing those old, saggy clothes? As the heir to Wayne Enterprises, you shouldn't be walking around looking like that. I mean you look absolutely ridiculous." "I know, Dad," Dave replied sheepishly. "I couldn't find any clothes in my drawer, so I just wore them, not like I had a choice." Jorge shook his head. "In that case, Danny should take you to the mall today. Get yourself some proper clothes—good ones."
chapter 9
Time skipped by as Dave enjoyed a rare and heartwarming moment with his father. The two of them wandered around the mansion, talking and laughing, exploring rooms filled with memories and stories of the past. For once, Dave felt at peace—free, even.Suddenly, he felt his cheap Nokia phone vibrating in his pocket.He reached for his phone and glanced at the screen. It was Jennifer Lawrence, his college classmate. Dave couldn't figure out from all the people why Jennifer Lawrence would be calling him, but out of curiosity, he decided to answer.Sorry, Dad. "Can I have a second?" he asked politely."Of course, son," Mr. Jorge replied with a gentle nod.Dave stepped aside and answered the call. "Hello?"Suddenly, a small sarcastic chuckle came from the other end. "Is that Dave?" she asked."Yes, this is Dave. "Why did you call, Jennifer?" he replied."Oh," she laughed as she spoke, "I can't believe you're still alive!" I was scared no one would answer. I thought maybe you had died from st

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