Nobody

John was humilated by his in-laws, given a cold shoulder by his wife, the one he cared for most in the world because they saw him below their league, a utter nobody. And at the height of it, he was framed for sexual assaults and divorce and he leaves the family, this time, with the intention of cutting ties when a car rolled off in front of him, the third most powerful man in the world bowing right before him. "Welcome Back!" His name rolled off their lips with so much reverence. Unknown to his in-laws, While they thought he was nothing but a nobody, he was actually the source of all their success and sudden boom.

Jake Morrison washed dishes for a living. His girlfriend used him for bone marrow, then fed him to dogs. He should've died. Instead, a mysterious ring awakened, giving him power beyond imagination—and revealing he's the secret heir to a billion-dollar empire. But here's the twist: nobody knows. Not his enemies. Not his allies. Just his dying father and the brilliant CEO assigned to protect him. Everyone thinks he's nobody. A consultant. An assistant. Maybe the CEO's boy toy. Perfect. Because revenge tastes better when they never see it coming.

He gave her his loyalty, she gave him betrayal. For five years, Robert Elba played the role of a nobody, hiding his trillionaire identity behind a mask of poverty, enduring humiliation from the woman he thought loved him. On the day he finally decides to come clean, she throws divorce papers at him. "Useless man, sign the damn papers!" But the real story was just beginning. Now, the man she discarded is the CEO of her company, and married to the heiress she could never compete with. This time, he’s not here to beg, He’s here to destroy.

"I will make them all pay, everyone who looked down on me will one day kneel before me." Marcus Puth and Amayah Roux had been married for three years. After Amayah gets tired of living a pathetic life with her husband, Marcus, she abandoned the useless dead weight that's Marcus, proposing divorce. Unbeknownst to her, Marcus wasn't a nobody like she had thought. He was not only the God of vengeance, he was the richest man in the world and it was time to take back his position as the leader of the biggest secret organization in the world, the T-Force.

Five years mopping floors. One man. Undefeated. Ethan Cole is invisible at Blackridge Elite Academy—the janitor nobody looks at, the son-in-law everyone dismisses. What they don't know: he's the Ghost Marshal. He ended the Iron Conflict in 72 hours. He toppled governments with his bare hands. He took this job to disappear. Now sleeper agents are moving through Blackridge, targeting the children of generals and senators. The threat has resurface. Ethan sets down his mop. The most dangerous man alive has been watching them all along. And he's done waiting.

‎His wife divorced him and chose his stepbrother. His father chose his golden child. When they cast him out, they called him worthless. Until five men in black suits knelt before him. His mother wasn't a fragile nobody; she was the heiress to a multi-billion-dollar medical empire owned by the De Luca family. Now, he's the sole heir and the mysteriously excellent De Luca doctor whom everyone wants to work with. All who looked down on him are about to beg at his feet. They would want mercy. And he doesn't speak that language. ‎ ‎ ‎

Billion Everest was regarded as a nobody, his only achievement seemed to be getting married to the daughter of renowned lawyer, Joshua Brown. However, he had a secret which could have changed it all. After catching his wife cheating and he was arrested by his father in law, he was made to divorce his wife. But then, unlike crawling back to them like they had expected, he returned back to his father, Lord Boulevard and assumed his position as Billion Boulevard, heir to the Boulevard empire and then, he set out to take revenge on all who had mocked and humiliated him.

Born a nobody and mocked as a useless live-in husband, Ethan Cole had nothing but his family’s small restaurant and his pride. But when his wife’s powerful family decided he had reached too high, they had him beaten, crippled, and burned alive inside the only thing his ancestors left him. He should have died. Instead, Ethan walked out of the flames carrying the power of generations buried in his blood. Now the man they called trash is back, and this time, he is no longer asking for a place at their table. He is coming to tear the whole table down.

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

They called me a loser. They laughed when I got dumped in the rain. They thought my life was over. They were wrong. My name is Leo Vance. Twenty-four years old, junior analyst, three years of savings thrown away on an engagement ring my ex-girlfriend never wanted. The night she left me for Richard — the arrogant heir of my own company — something inside me broke. Or maybe something finally woke up. An old coin I bought at a flea market years ago cut my palm. Blood met metal. And then I heard it. **[Ding! Omni-Investment System activated.]** Now I see what nobody else can. Above every person, every object, every decision — glowing numbers. Investment return rates. Percentages. Exact outcomes. A beggar on the street? *Invest $50. Return: 10,000%.* A "worthless" painting at auction? *Hidden masterpiece. Return: 4,000%.* A quiet intern everyone ignores? *Key to destroying your enemy. Return: 5,000%.* I started with fifty dollars. Within a week, I had a million. Within a month, Richard was on his knees, his family's empire crumbling because of information only I could see. But money was just the beginning. The deeper I go, the more I realize this system doesn't just show financial returns. It shows martial secrets, ancient techniques, hidden powers buried in this city's underworld. The people who laughed at me? They're about to learn what happens when a nobody sees everything. I don't get angry. I don't beg. I invest. And I always collect.