Mean Names To Call Someone

Matthew stood there, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I did everything I could for you, Rachel. I sacrificed so much—" She cut him off with a bitter laugh. "Sacrificed? Please, you barely managed to keep up with my lifestyle. I had men lined up, rich, powerful men, who would’ve given me the world. And I turned them down for you. What a joke." Matthew’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I loved you, Rachel. I thought we were building a life together." Rachel smirked as she zipped up her designer bag. "Love doesn’t pay the bills, Matthew. Love doesn’t buy the things I want. And frankly, you just couldn’t keep up. So, I’m moving on—to someone who can." As she headed toward the door, she paused to deliver one final blow. "You’ll never be more than what you are right now—a pathetic, broke man with nothing to offer. Enjoy your sad little life, Matthew. I know I will." Matthew Donovan has always been underestimated. Betrayed by those closest to him and left with nothing, he discovers that his family’s exile is over, and he is the heir to a vast business empire. As Matthew steps into a life of luxury and influence, he faces new challenges, including a vengeful ex-girlfriend, her scheming brother, and a world of deceitful elites. But when a bomb explodes at a high-profile party meant to announce his return, Matthew realizes that his journey to reclaim his family's legacy is fraught with danger. With secrets unfolding and enemies lurking in the shadows, Matthew must navigate treacherous waters to protect what is his and uncover the truth behind the attack.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.