I Became The Pope, Now What?

For eighteen years, Jonathan Duncan lived as the despised adopted son of a billionaire dynasty. Enduring their endless cruelty, he quietly built his own hidden financial empire, using his immense wealth to secretly save the ungrateful Duncan family from certain bankruptcy. When the Duncans welcome home a fake biological heir, they discard Jonathan like trash. Stripped of his invisible protection, their crumbling empire rapidly spirals toward destruction. Sitting on his untouchable fortune, Jonathan watches coldly from the shadows. He isn't seeking petty revenge against the family that abandoned him. Instead, he is simply delivering absolute, terrifying, and perfectly deserved justice.

“You're a burden, Nicholas. A worthless pauper. Among the eight billion people around the world, you deserve to be called a Man.” Nicholas Bellingham had faced humiliation and disgrace from the colleague at the Dublic Cooperation . They were only making jest of him, despite all the bullying, Nicholas didn't bother about them. As if that wasn't enough, He caught his girlfriend having an affair with his boss, and they lied against him and threw out of the company. Heartbroken and devastated, he was about losing hope when suddenly it was revealed to him he was the Lost Heir to the greatest family in the world. Nicholas planned to get revenge on those who had hurt and show them who the real boss is!

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

Derek Cross spent five years in a cage like an animal for a crime he never committed — because the woman he loved begged him to take the fall. He believed it was an accident. He believed she was worth it. He was wrong on both counts. The moment he walks free, Vanessa is waiting — not to welcome him home, but to destroy him in front of a stranger's kiss. Nolan Frost, heir to the Iron Talon Gang, wraps his arm around her waist and delivers the final blow: "Baby." He grinned around the word. "So this is the idiot who went to jail for me." Nolan was driving that night. Vanessa set Derek up from the beginning, orchestrating every tear, every promise, every year stolen from him — all to bury him while she climbed toward everything she'd taken. They think they've broken him. They have no idea what actually walked out of that prison. Two old men had quietly watched Derek from the inside — a martial master who rebuilt his body into something lethal, and a gentleman who handed him the one thing no fortune could buy: the chairmanship of Olympus, the empire sitting above every throne in Crown City. Even Darius Carter — the phantom underground emperor the city fears, the man two-thirds of its syndicates kneel to — is nothing more than Derek's errand boy. Derek doesn't want blood. Not yet. He wants Vanessa and Nolan to watch, in real time, as everything they stole is returned tenfold — while they kneel in the wreckage of what they threw away. Beside him stands Monica Hayden, the woman his godfathers chose — cold, brilliant, and the only one who ever saw what Derek Cross truly was. Not a loser. A storm nobody saw coming.

Caelan Voss spent four years behind bars to protect the woman he loved, and when he came back, what he got wasn't a warm embrace but divorce papers. Abandoned by his wife, humiliated by her family, driven out of the hospital where he once thrived, everyone in Velmont was convinced Caelan was finished. What they didn't know, those four years in prison didn't destroy him, but turned him into something far more dangerous than they ever knew. Now Caelan Voss is back, not to apologize or beg for sympathy, but to force everyone who ever stepped on him to kneel at his feet.

Benjamin was a nobody, a common scholarship student and an orphan with no support, he only had his girlfriend, the woman he gave everything to even when he had nothing. Their relationship was kept secret because Annabelle said she detested attention but during an excursion, she was shamelessly flirting with the school richest guy, Bryant a spoilt egoistic brat and when Benjamin confronted her gently, she felt embarrassed, like he was doing too much, like he was a pest disturbing her. And even when disaster struck, and Annabelle had the chance to save him, she left him to his death but Benjamin didn't die, choosing to protect a man that wasn't there when he was. But something mysterious happened to him afterwards.

Not only is he a disrespected son-in-law, but he was also cast out by the powerful Gavins Family the fifth richest in Goldmere City. Stripped of his inheritance and reduced to a lowly deliveryman, he endures endless humiliation under his wife’s roof. Until one unexpected phone call changes everything. Overnight, he inherits a multi-billion-dollar fortune… and discovers a divine destiny meant for him alone. Now, the man they once looked down on will rise not just for revenge, but to decide the fate of Goldmere city.

To protect his wife's family, Eddard took the fall for a hit-and-run, spending three brutal years in Hell Prison. But the moment he steps into the sunlight, his wife, Arya, dumps him to protect her company's upcoming IPO. Her toxic family calls him a worthless cockroach, kicks him to the curb, and violently tries to steal his late parents' villa. They mock him for having nothing, eager to replace him with a wealthy billionaire heir. But they have no idea who they just discarded. While in prison, Eddard wasn't just rotting—he was inheriting. He is now Zeus, the absolute supreme leader of the Apex of the Stars, commanding global wealth and power spanning six continents. He is also the legendary Medical Saint, possessing mystical healing arts that the world's most powerful tycoons will beg for on their knees. As the city's true elite line up to bow at Eddard’s feet, his ex-wife’s family is still pathetically bragging about their minor corporate status. When his true identity is unleashed, Arya and her treacherous family will learn the devastating cost of betrayal. They will beg for his mercy—but the Apex does not forgive.

Noah Vance, a mocked house-husband of three years, is served divorce papers by his socialite wife, Clara. But the moment he touches the pen, a Billionaire Approval System awakens, tasking him to earn recognition from the world's elite—starting with his own billionaire father-in-law, Marcus Sterling, who views him as living furniture. With only twenty-four hours to secure a million-dollar investment or face permanent social ruin, Noah must transform from a pathetic loser into a shark in a city of minnows. The game has begun, but he is no longer just playing by the rules—he is rewriting them.

Francis Cole walked out of prison with nothing but a thin jacket and fifty dollars his wife sent so she wouldn't have to leave her dinner. While he rotted behind bars for a crime that stole three years of his life, his wife moved on. His best friend moved in. And the woman who swore she'd wait for him? She was already planning her wedding to someone else, but there was one thing nobody bothered to check before throwing him away. A forgotten $50 investment. A company everyone called a scam. And a fortune that just crossed $87 billion — with his name on every share. Now the wife who abandoned him wants him back, the best friend who betrayed him is finding out exactly who he stole from, and the family that mocked him for having nothing is about to learn what happens when the man they underestimated finally stops staying quiet. They threw away a husband; they just handed a billionaire his motive!