2025-10-29 21:26:52The laughter had grown teeth. Every new comment from the crowd cut deeper into Michael than the last. His humiliation had become entertainment, and the sound of it filled the air like poison.
Danny Franchester, with his expensive smile and perfectly pressed designer suit, stood there with his arm snugly around Jane’s waist. They looked like a magazine cover—glamorous, elite, untouchable. Everyone saw perfection. Everyone but Michael.
He rose slowly from the ground, brushing the dirt off his cheap blazer. His voice was low but trembling.
“Jane… what are you doing with him?”Jane turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mockery. “What do you think I’m doing with him, Michael?” she asked, tilting her head as if speaking to a child. “I’m going to marry him.”
The words hit like a gunshot. Laughter erupted from every corner. Students clutched their stomachs and pointed.
Someone yelled, “Marry you? Michael, wake up!”
Another chimed in, “Bro, she just upgraded!”
Danny smiled lazily, his expression dripping with superiority. “You really thought you could marry someone like Jane Scott?” he asked, circling Michael as if inspecting livestock. “You? Look at yourself.”
Jane giggled against Danny’s chest, her manicured fingers tracing his jawline. “He actually believed I’d spend forever with him,” she said, loud enough for all to hear. “Michael was my biggest mistake. I thought he had potential—but he can’t even spell the word ‘future,’ let alone have one.”
The crowd roared again. Danny smirked, enjoying the attention. “Seeing how malnourished you look,” he said, eyeing Michael’s frail form, “I might help you out. How about I make you Jane’s laundry guy?”
“Too generous!” someone shouted.
Jane immediately shook her head, mock horror on her face. “No, Danny, please! I wouldn’t let him touch my clothes even with a twenty-foot pole!”
Laughter exploded again. Phones came up; cameras rolled. Michael could feel his humiliation being immortalized. His chest heaved as he struggled to hold back the anger boiling inside him.
“Two months,” he said finally, his voice breaking. “You’ve been seeing him for two months… behind my back?”
Jane scoffed. “And what if I have? It’s not like I ever let you touch me. Someone had to, Michael.” Her smile turned cruel. “And that someone was Danny.”
The crowd gasped, then burst into scandalous laughter. Michael’s vision blurred. In two years of dating Jane, the most he’d ever received was a hug—one single hug, the same day he had spent his entire savings to buy her a pair of $7,000 trending earrings. That memory stabbed at him now like a knife.
Danny chuckled darkly. “Want to see what you’ve been missing, huh?” he said, pulling Jane closer. “We could give you a little show—save you the trouble of dreaming and… you know.”
That was the last straw. Michael clenched his fists and stepped forward, ready to swing. But before he could, a voice boomed across the courtyard:
“Jane Scott!”
Everyone turned. A procession had appeared at the school gates—a breathtaking convoy of white-gold limousines and armored vans. The logo glimmered under the sun: Elite Inc., the country’s most exclusive luxury brand.
The crowd froze. Whispers filled the air. “Elite Inc.? No way…”
Everyone knew them. They didn’t deliver; they arrived. Their deliveries were events—reserved for billionaires and world dignitaries. Their arrival meant someone had just made a purchase worth over a billion dollars.
The lead envoy, dressed in a black-and-gold suit, stepped forward. “We’re here for Miss Jane Scott,” he announced. “Please sign for your special delivery—sent by your boyfriend.”
The courtyard erupted.
“Oh my God!”
“Danny must’ve done this!”
“Over a billion?”
Jane’s heart raced. Her mouth fell open. “Danny… you…” she gasped, covering her lips with trembling hands. “You didn’t have to—”
Danny blinked, his confidence cracking. What? He hadn’t ordered anything. Not from Elite Inc. Not even close. His family’s company was worth twenty billion, yes, but a billion-dollar purchase would shake their boardroom.
Still, with dozens of eyes on him, he smiled weakly. “Well… you deserve the world, babe,” he said, trying to sound confident.
But Michael noticed. The twitch in Danny’s jaw. The paleness creeping into his face. The sweat forming at his temple.
“Why do you look nervous, Danny?” Michael asked suddenly. “Is the gift really from you?”
The crowd fell silent. All eyes turned toward Danny. Even Jane frowned. “What do you mean, Michael?”
Michael’s smirk was faint, controlled. “Just asking. Because if I remember correctly, the heir of a measly twenty-billion-dollar empire shouldn’t be this pale. Unless… he wasn’t the one who ordered the gifts.”
A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd.
Danny’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His silence was louder than any denial.
Jane snapped, her panic turning to rage. “Shut up, Michael!” she screamed. “You’re just jealous! You’ll never be in the same world as us!”
She stormed up to him and slapped him across the face. The sound cracked through the courtyard.
Michael froze for a second. Then, slowly, he smiled. A calm, unreadable smile that unsettled even the crowd.
“You know,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on hers, “I planned to give you the world. But you… you traded it for smoke and mirrors.”
He turned to leave, his footsteps steady despite the sting in his cheek.
“Get yourself a decent outfit first before talking about giving me the world!” Jane shouted after him. “Danny is my man now—he’ll give me everything I deserve!”
Danny straightened up, trying to recover his image. “Of course, babe,” he said, forcing a grin. “Go ahead and receive your gifts.”
The crowd cheered again.
Jane hurried to the envoy, heart pounding. She signed the digital pad with pride, unaware of the amused look the envoy leader gave her.
“Congratulations, Miss Scott,” the man said. “You are one lucky woman.”
The convoy doors opened.
Out came the first case—a $100 million custom-made ultra-limited Caesar Bracelet, shimmering under the light. The crowd gasped.
Then the limited-edition Chanel bag and shoes, valued at $90 million—only nine of their kind in the world.
Then the final reveal: the NeoFuturist Anti-Aging Solar Beauty Set, rumored to cost one billion dollars—a product so rare that even the Franchester family couldn’t secure one.
One by one, the items were displayed before the crowd, glittering like treasures of another world. Jane’s knees almost gave way. The cameras flashed. Screams filled the air.
Danny’s smile faltered again. He stared at the gifts—the price tags, the detail, the authenticity. He knew these weren’t fake. He also knew, deep down, that they weren’t from him.
His thoughts flickered back to Michael. For a split second, his heart skipped a beat. Then he shook it off. Impossible. Michael was broke. He couldn’t even afford a decent suit, much less these billion-dollar items.
As Jane and Danny posed for photos beside the gifts, the students posted videos across every social platform.
Captions read:“Jane Scott just received a billion-dollar gift!”
“Danny Franchester is HIM!”
“Michael, the fool who lost the goddess!”
And somewhere in the background of one of those videos—walking away quietly, head held high—was Michael.
He wasn’t broken. He was smiling.Because this was just the beginning.
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Chapter 9
The night had come.The dormitory of Michael and his friends buzzed with excitement, tension, and the faint hum of electric anticipation. It was finally here—their final year party.The graduation ceremony had taken place that morning, but the night event was the real deal. Every year, it was the ultimate social battlefield—where students flaunted wealth, confessed love, took revenge, or humiliated rivals for the last time before stepping into the real world. It wasn’t just a party; it was the final reckoning.Barry and Jace sat on their bunks, scrolling through social media feeds of other students bragging about their luxury outfits.One guy was boasting about a seventy-grand shoe.Another flaunted a forty-thousand-dollar shirt.Several girls were posting videos with purses worth more than what the three friends had spent combined.Jace sighed, sinking deeper into his bed. “We’re finished,” he muttered. “We’ll be the joke of the year.”Barry chuckled dryly. “Relax, man. Let them have
Chapter 8
Michael slowly opened his eyes after completing a brief breathing exercise, guided by Mira’s words—and the echo of his master’s teachings deep in his heart. “He who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior.” The tension drained from his body, and he unclenched his fists. The first sight before him was Mikel’s face—puffed up, arrogant, and just as punchable as the pumpkin heads his master used for target practice. For a moment, he had imagined punching Mikel’s stupid face but was able to control himself. A short laugh escaped Michael’s lips. Everyone around—Mikel, the attendants, the baddies, Barry, Jace, and even a few customers—stared in disbelief. Here was the so-called weakling, being mocked and dared to prove himself, and instead of swinging, he was laughing.Michael looked around, then smiled faintly. “Mikel here…” he began, his calm voice surprising everyone, “…is the one who saved me and my friends from Charger and his men. We owe him gratitude.”And then, in front of everyo
Chapter 7
The afternoon sun cast a golden hue through the tall glass windows of the luxury store as Michael and his friends wandered from aisle to aisle. They took their time, carefully checking the price tags before adding anything to their shopping baskets. Though the store sparkled with designer labels and limited-edition pieces, they stuck to the lower-end items—shirts, jeans, and shoes that wouldn’t drain their pockets.Michael, however, couldn’t help but glance toward the exclusive sections — the ones roped off for premium clients. The crisp suits, gold-stitched jackets, and shoes that gleamed under the spotlights were calling his name. He could buy them all if he wanted to. But he couldn’t—not now, not without raising suspicion. He had already lied to Barry and Jace once about his fighting skills; another lie about money might make things worse. So, he swallowed the thought and stayed quiet, pretending to care about budget-friendly tags.After a while, they were done and headed to the
Chapter 6
About thirty minutes after the chaos at Neon Wears—where Michael had not only destroyed Charger and his men but also wrecked Becky’s Bentley—he and his friends found themselves at another luxury store across town. The tension had died down a bit, but Barry and Jace were still visibly shaken. They had begged Michael to avoid Neon Wears entirely after what happened.Michael, calm as always, had insisted they finish their shopping there, but his friends flat-out refused. They were terrified Becky would call the police and have them arrested for assault and property damage. In their minds, Michael might be able to beat up security guards, but he couldn’t win against the law.Michael didn’t care about the police—not because he thought himself invincible, but because he knew how to handle such matters quietly. Still, seeing how anxious his friends were, he decided not to argue. He only sighed and followed them into the new store to keep their minds at peace.For the past half hour, Barry an
Chapter 5
The air around Neon Wears was still electric with tension when Becky Franchester’s sleek Bentley Continental rolled into the lot. The golden emblem gleamed under the afternoon light, and the instant the tires screeched to a halt, every security officer snapped to attention. Even the arrogant Charger—who only moments ago was barking orders—straightened his uniform and rushed forward, head bowed.Becky stepped out with the poise of someone born into power. Her designer heels clicked sharply against the pavement as her sharp eyes scanned the scene. Her perfectly styled hair and expensive fragrance seemed to announce her presence even before her lips parted.“Good afternoon, Miss Becky!” the guards chorused, bowing in sync.Barry and Jace were still kneeling, begging for mercy, their voices trembling. Michael, however, had enough. He turned to his friends and said in a low, firm voice, “Get up.”They hesitated.“I said, get up,” Michael repeated, pulling them by their arms until they stoo
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The boys got into a taxi and arrived at Neon Wears, the most luxurious and exclusive shopping store on campus—a place where only the rich and powerful dared to shop. The exterior gleamed with glass panels and golden railings that shimmered beneath the afternoon sun. Luxury cars lined the parking lot, their glossy paint reflecting the status of their owners. Inside, through the transparent doors, mannequins dressed in designer outfits stood like proud soldiers of wealth and vanity.Barry whistled long and loud as soon as they stepped out of the taxi. “Bro, this place looks like heaven’s closet,” he exclaimed.Jace echoed, “We’re really doing this, huh? Shopping at Neon Wears on our last day!”Michael was quiet. His eyes scanned the grandeur with calm indifference. To his friends, this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. To him, it was merely a familiar sight—one he had lived around for most of his life before being cast out by his family.Barry and Jace rushed toward the gate, laughi
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