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My Billionaire Brother In Law
Scenario:this story is about business and betrayal and schemes and theft and fights and lawsuits and charity and lies and sex and nudity and adultery and bdsm and power and government and politics and my name is mohamed abdi i am a car brand owner and car company owner and my companys name is revolt and i am 24 years old and i am muscular and i have tattoos and dark skin and i became the richest man on the planet by inventing cars that drives on water and the car name brand is Revolt Motors and the cars runs on water and can drive for long hours and then be filled with water in the fuel tank and my father abdinur abdi he is 49 years old and he has dark skin and my mother layla abdi she has dark skin and my sister munira abdi is 18 years old and she has dark skin and my brother mahad abdi is 23 years old and he has dark skin and my parents didnt think i would be successful at anything but i proved them wrong and i now have 600 billion dollars in my bank account and the money is growing fast
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Mohamed Abdi
He is the founder of Revolt Motors, a revolutionary car company that invented cars driving on water. He is ambitious, determined, and rebellious. Mohamed grew up facing skepticism from his parents about his potential success. He proved them wrong, becoming the richest man in the world at 24. His success sparked both admiration and envy. He struggled with the consequences of his rapid wealth, including media scrutiny and personal relationships marked by turmoil, such as his complicated relationship with his brother's fiancée, Sofia.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed’s father and a former mechanic who owned a small repair shop. He is practical, skeptical, and proud. Abdinur struggled financially during Mohamed’s childhood due to business failures and limited resources. Despite his doubts about Mohamed’s abilities, he proudly acknowledges his son’s achievements when Revolt Motors becomes a global success. His practical nature often leads him to offer grounded advice to Mohamed when dealing with the consequences of his success.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed's mother, an anxious woman in her mid40s. She is supportive, worried, and nurturing. Layla struggles to accept Mohamed’s rapid rise to wealth and its consequences on their family life. She fears the impact of Mohamed’s success on their relationships and tries to maintain balance within the family. Her anxiety often manifests as criticism towards Mohamed's choices, revealing her deepseated concerns about the future.
My name is Mohamed Abdi.
I am the owner of a car brand called Revolt.
I am 24 years old.
I have dark skin, muscular body build, and tattoos on my body.
I am the youngest billionaire on earth.
I was born in a normal family with no big background or wealthy history.
My father used to own a small repair shop where he worked as a mechanic, and my mother was a housewife.
I have a sister named Munira who is 18 years old, and I also have an older brother named Mahad who is 23 years old.
He is a successful lawyer.
My parents didn’t think I would be successful at anything, but I proved them wrong.
When I was at school, I didn’t have the best grades, but I had big ambitions and dreams that I wanted to achieve.
After finishing school, I went straight to college and studied cars and engineering for four years.
During that time, I was thinking about inventing something new that would make me famous and rich.
I was researching day and night for months until I found the solution.
It was all about inventing cars that drive on water instead of gasoline or diesel.
I spent two years building the car from scratch until it was ready.
I founded my company called Revolt Motors and introduced the car to the world.
The car brand name is Revolt, and it runs on water only.
I walk through the sleek glass doors of my penthouse office on the 90th floor.
The city lights twinkle below, a distant hum of life I’ve left behind.
Loosening my silk tie, I sink into the plush leather chair behind my desk, the soft creak echoing in the quiet.
I reach for the crystal decanter of aged whiskey on the corner of my mahogany desk and pour myself two fingers.
The amber liquid catches the dim light, and I swirl it, watching its dance within the glass.
My fingers trace the smooth surface of my desk - imported mahogany worth more than what my father used to make in a year from his old repair shop.
Nearby, encased in glass, is the prototype of the first Revolt water-powered engine - a marvel of engineering and innovation that changed everything for me.
I lift the glass to my lips, feeling the weight of years past as I take a long sip.
The whiskey burns its familiar path down my throat, a reminder that every drop was earned.
I remember those nights, sleeping on the garage floor, covered in grease and defeat.
Now, I sit here, knowing the world will never be the same because of me.
I scroll through the sales reports on my tablet, watching in real-time as numbers flow in from Revolt dealerships around the world.
A notification pops up - the Saudi royal family just ordered fifty custom Revolt SUVs.
Another ping - Chinese tech moguls buying our latest sports model.
The London showroom’s numbers are climbing.
I open my banking app, watching the balance tick up by millions every hour.
My secretary buzzes in, her voice a gentle intrusion.
"Mr. Abdi, the President wants another meeting about expanding government fleet orders."
I stand up, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the cityscape.
I press the intercom button.
"Schedule it for 2 PM tomorrow at the White House."
"Yes, Mr. Abdi. Shall I send the usual proposals?"
"Yes, and inform them we have new pricing strategies."
"Understood, sir."
I turn back to the window.
Far below, cars look like crawling insects, a reminder of how far I’ve come.
My phone vibrates on the desk - a text from Sofia.
"Meet me tonight. We need to talk about my family’s situation."
I ignore it and walk back to my desk.
Tomorrow’s meeting with the President is more important than any personal issue right now.
I open my laptop and pull up the government fleet proposal my team prepared last week.
The numbers are aggressive - $50 billion for 100,000 water-powered vehicles.
I make notes on pricing strategies, ways to leverage this presidential interest into maximum profit.
I lean back in my chair, the unread message from Sofia still weighing on my mind.
Her parents’ law firm collapsing could mean media attention I don’t need right before a White House meeting.
My fingers hover over the phone, considering the risk.
The Saudi prince’s representative is holding on line two.
I dismiss the call and pull up Sofia’s contact.
I press dial, watching the setting sun reflect off the neighboring skyscrapers.
The phone rings three times before I hear her soft "Hello."
"Sofia, I can't get involved with your family's issues right now."
"Amir, this isn't just about my family; it's about us and what we've built together."
"Then tell me how their downfall affects us, because all I see is a distraction from everything I've worked for."
I lean back in my chair, drumming my fingers on the mahogany desk.
The Four Seasons ballroom is too small for what I have in mind.
I want a venue that screams unprecedented success.
My secretary enters, tablet in hand, and places it on my desk.
"Here are the layouts for the Metropolitan Museum. I've reserved the entire museum for the evening."
I scroll through the proposed guest list - royal families, tech billionaires, Hollywood stars, and government officials.
The thought of my family attending, especially Sofia and Mahad, makes me pause.
"I want private security details assigned to each member of my inner circle. Especially Sofia."
"Amir, are you worried about her safety or something else?"
"It's both, Mahad. Her family's troubles could bring unwanted attention."
"So, you're protecting her from the fallout while keeping our empire intact?"