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MidReal Story
Quintillionaire's Revenge: A Tale of Wealth and Betrayal
Scenario:Shane Weber has led a hard broke life, a poor orphan, and his girlfriend is leaving him for a more richer prospect. But his fortune is about to change dramatically. Shane inherited immense wealth from his grandfather, shocking everyone. He was the heir to the only multi-quintillionaire family the world. He endures constant criticism and judgement from those around him. He vowed that those who had labelled him a failure would eventually bow at his feet. Now, how will he use his new-found wealth to shape those around him, as he reclaims his life? With a new-found sense of responsibility, Shane will get revenge on those who treated him badly. Will he succeed?
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Shane Weber
newly wealthy heir,relationships with former girlfriend and critics,tall with sharp features,determined and vengeful
Emily Carter
former girlfriend of Shane,relationships with Shane and new suitor,petite with curly hair,manipulative and opportunistic
Marcus Reed
Shane's childhood friend turned critic,relationships with Shane and Emily's new suitor,athletic build with a smug face,envious and skeptical
"Shane, I'm sorry… but I have to go."
Emily Carter pushed her curly hair behind her ear as she fidgeted with her purse strap.
"I'm not sure I can do this anymore… I mean, I never thought I'd say this to you, but there's someone else…"
Someone else.
Someone richer.
Someone more well off than me.
Someone who could give her everything she's ever wanted.
I knew this would happen.
I knew she was too good for me.
I'm just Shane Weber.
A nobody from nowhere with nothing to offer.
I placed my hand on the cold window sill, feeling the weight of my grandfather's passing all over again.
It had only been a few days.
I watched Emily walk away, her words echoing in my mind.
Anger and betrayal surged through me.
I clenched my fists, vowing to prove them all wrong.
I'd show them what I was capable of.
I'd make them eat their words.
The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts.
I picked it up, expecting it to be Emily again, but it was the lawyer.
"Shane, I'm calling to confirm the details of your inheritance. As you know, your grandfather passed away last week. He left everything to you."
"Everything?"
I repeated, even though I knew exactly what he meant.
"Yes. The entire estate. You're now the sole heir of the Weber family fortune."
My heart raced as I processed his words.
Fortune?
What does that even mean?
"Mr. Reed, are you there?"
"Yes… sorry. What do you mean by fortune?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"I'm not sure how much you know about your family's history, but… well… you're a very wealthy man now."
Wealthy?
That's an understatement.
The Weber family is the only multi-quintillionaire family in the world.
Everyone knows that.
"Shane, you have to understand, this isn't just about money," Mr. Reed continued, his voice steady but urgent.
"What do you mean?" I asked, gripping the phone tighter.
"Your grandfather's legacy involves more than wealth; there are responsibilities and secrets that come with it."
I didn't know what he meant by that, but I knew I'd find out soon enough.
I sat in my new office, staring at the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The silence was overwhelming.
I had never been one for quiet, but I needed a minute to process everything that had happened.
My phone buzzed on the desk.
I stared at it, wondering who it could be.
I didn't really have any friends, at least not anymore.
Not since high school.
But there was one person who came to mind when I thought about who might be calling me.
Marcus Reed.
He was the son of the lawyer who had just called me.
We used to be friends back in the day, but he had always made it clear that he was better than me.
I picked up my phone and saw his name flashing on the screen.
"Shane," he said when I answered, his voice cautious yet intrigued.
"Yeah?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm… at my office."
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"Okay. I'll come by."
Twenty minutes later, Marcus walked into my office, his eyes wide as he took in the lavish space.
I heard the click as he hung up, leaving me with a mix of anticipation and dread.
Marcus showing up could mean anything, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for whatever he had planned.
As I waited, a shadow moved outside my office door, and the handle slowly began to turn.
