They Will All Bow To Me!

Chapter 3

The sun was dipping low behind the university’s glass buildings when Michael stopped midway down the lonely pathway that led to his dorm. His chest was tight, his throat heavy with unshed emotion. Every step felt heavier than the last, as though the weight of all his sacrifices was pressing down on him at once.

He leaned against a lamppost and closed his eyes. The images came rushing back—Jane’s laughter as she mocked him, Danny’s arrogant smirk, the crowd’s cruel cheers. The humiliation burned in his memory like acid.

He clenched his fists and muttered under his breath, “Two years… Two damn years of starving, hustling, and breaking myself to please her.”

He could almost hear her voice again—“I’m going to marry Danny.”

Michael’s jaw tightened. “She didn’t even hesitate,” he whispered bitterly. “Didn’t even remember the nights I went to bed hungry just to buy her stupid gifts. Or the classes I missed just to work extra shifts for her…”

His voice cracked slightly. “She tossed me away like trash.”

Then his eyes hardened. The pain melted into resolve. “But she’ll regret it. Every word, every laugh, every look of disgust… I’ll make her regret all of it.”

He stared at the horizon as if speaking to the universe itself. “And Danny Franchester? He took what was mine. I’ll make sure he learns what it means to steal from Michael Scofield.”

His lips curved into a faint smile—cold and dangerous. “Soon, they’ll all crawl back, begging.”

Michael pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

It rang once.

“Sir!” A deep voice answered almost immediately, his tone filled with respect and urgency. “It’s an honor, sir. We were just discussing your graduation ceremony. The entire house—”

“James,” Michael interrupted flatly.

The man’s breath caught. “Yes, sir.”

“Call the CEO of Elite Inc.,” Michael ordered. “Tell him the items I ordered for my girlfriend have been stolen. I want them retrieved—now. And the thief punished accordingly.”

“Yes, sir!” James replied without hesitation. “Who is the foolish thief that dared to—”

“Danny Franchester,” Michael said calmly.

There was silence for a moment. Then a low growl. “The Franchesters? Shall I liquidate them immediately, sir? Have their assets seized and their empire—”

“Not yet,” Michael cut in sharply. “I don’t want them bankrupt. Not now. Just retrieve what’s mine and make Danny regret being born.”

“Yes, sir. It’ll be done immediately.”

Michael ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. The wind picked up slightly, brushing against his face. He looked up at the darkening sky.

“Let’s see,” he murmured to the wind, a small smirk playing on his lips, “who ends up an errand boy now.”

Just then, a familiar voice called from behind. “Michael! There you are, man!”

He turned to see three figures running toward him—Jace, Barry, and Celia Morgan. His real friends. He shared room with Barry and Jace while Celia was one of the school’s most popular and respected elite. 

Jace, the playful one, was panting slightly. “Dude, we’ve been looking everywhere! You good? We saw… everything.”

Barry frowned, his thick brows creasing. “Yeah, man. That was brutal. Jane went too far.”

Celia folded her arms, anger burning in her eyes. “I never liked that girl,” she said sharply. “She’s a snake in designer heels. You gave her everything, and she still dumped you in front of the entire school? Disgusting.”

Michael forced a small smile. “It’s fine, Celia. She made her choice.”

“Fine?” Celia snapped. “You call that fine? She humiliated you!”

Barry nodded. “Bro, we told you a hundred times she wasn’t worth it. Remember when she made you skip your exams to work overtime just to get her that gold bracelet? And that phone she wanted? You were eating noodles for two weeks!”

Jace sighed. “We warned you, man. We just didn’t want to be right.”

Michael exhaled and shook his head. “It’s okay. Really. She’s… not my problem anymore.”

Celia frowned. “I’m not letting this slide. I’m going to find Jane and—”

“No,” Michael interrupted gently.

The three looked at him, surprised.

“She’s already exactly where she belongs,” he said calmly, his tone oddly certain. “You don’t need to stress it anymore.”

They exchanged glances. Jace raised a brow. “Uh… dude, why do you sound like you’re plotting something?”

Michael smiled faintly. “I’m not. Just… trust me on this.”

Celia still looked unconvinced. “Well, I don’t trust her,” she muttered. “Anyway, I’ve got to meet a friend real quick. But before that…” She smirked mischievously. “Michael, you’ll love this—she’s single, stunning, and way better than that walking ego trip named Jane. I’m hooking you up tonight.”

Michael chuckled softly. “Celia—”

“No ‘Celia’ anything,” she cut him off playfully, walking toward her car. “See you at the final-year party tonight. You better show up, or I’ll drag you there myself!”

She winked, waved, and drove off before Michael could object.

Barry grinned. “Bro, just let her. Celia’s got taste—you’ll thank her later.”

“Yeah,” Jace added, “and tonight’s the last college party we’ll ever attend as students. We’ve gotta go out in style.”

Barry nudged Jace. “Speaking of style, what are we wearing? None of us has new clothes.”

Jace laughed. “Then we break our piggy banks. Come on, Barry, we’ve saved enough for this day. We’re graduates now, baby!”

Barry nodded in agreement. “Yeah! Time to live a little.”

Michael smiled faintly but said nothing.

Jace looked at him curiously. “Why so quiet, man? Don’t tell me you’re broke after all those gifts for Jane. You’re coming with us tonight, no excuses. We’ll pay for you if we have to.”

Michael looked at them—these two loyal fools who had stood by him through every humiliation, never once treating him differently because of his poverty. He felt a warmth in his chest that money could never buy.

He smiled genuinely this time. “Alright,” he said softly. “I’ll come.”

As they walked toward the shopping complex, Jace and Barry laughing about who would get drunk first, Michael’s mind wandered elsewhere.

If only they knew.

If only they knew that the man walking beside them wasn’t a broke student anymore. That the “errand boy” everyone laughed at was, in truth, the heir to the Scofield Trillion-Dollar Empire—an empire that owned banks, energy corporations, shipping lines, and half of the nation’s land.

Just hours ago, he’d had less than a thousand dollars to his name. Now, after one call from his mother, one account alone held over fifty billion dollars—and that was his least account.

He smiled faintly to himself. Not out of pride, but gratitude.

He wouldn’t tell them. Not now. Maybe not ever. Because real friends weren’t meant to bow—they were meant to walk beside you.

As they disappeared into the night, Michael glanced back toward the direction of the courtyard, where laughter still echoed faintly.

“Enjoy your moment, Jane,” he whispered. “Because soon… you’ll be begging to be part of mine.”