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My Billionaire Cousin
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. After inventing the waterdriving car,he became the richest man in the world at 24. His success led to a lavish lifestyle,including a mansion,luxury cars,and a vast collection of rare artifacts. Mohamed's life changed dramatically after meeting Sophia,an 18yearold high school dropout who became his loyal companion.
Abedinur Abdi
He is Mohamed Abdi's father and the former head of our family's security team. He is stern,traditional,and cautious. Abedinur raised Mohamed with strict discipline,often punishing him for minor misbehaviors. After Mohamed’s rapid rise to wealth,Abedinur became concerned about the safety and reputation of our family. He warned Mohamed about the consequences of attracting unwanted attention from government agencies and encouraged him to maintain a low profile despite his sudden abundance of resources.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed Abdi's mother and a traditional homemaker. She is nurturing,gentle,and supportive. Layla raised Mohamed with tender care,often defending him against Abedinur's harsh punishments. When Mohamed became incredibly wealthy,she enjoyed the luxury lifestyle momentarily but returned to her routine once the novelty wore off. Her close relationship with Mohamed is evident through frequent phone calls and shared meals at his mansion. Her warmth provided Mohamed with the emotional support he needed during his turbulent rise to fame.
My name is Mohamed Abdi.
I am 24 years old.
I own a car brand and a company called Revolt.
I am dark-skinned, muscular, and have tattoos.
I became the richest man on earth at the age of 24 by inventing cars that drive on water.
The car brand name is Revolt Motors.
The cars run on water and can drive for long hours, then be filled with water in the fuel tank.
I was able to achieve this feat because I was determined and focused on making it happen.
No one believed in me except myself and my cousin Sophia.
My parents thought I would never be successful in anything I did.
But I proved them wrong.
After inventing the water-driving car, my life changed forever.
I received a huge sum of money, which is $600 billion, in my bank account.
The money is growing fast every day.
I have everything now: a big mansion, private jets, luxury cars, and all sorts of rare artifacts.
I have nothing else to wish for in my life.
I invited my parents to my mansion's dining room.
The walls were lined with magazine covers and business awards that I had received.
My parents sat uncomfortably on the Italian leather chairs, while I stood up and paced slowly around the room.
I cleared my throat and began to speak.
"Do you remember when I was 18 years old and showed you my sketches of a car engine that could run on water?"
I asked, looking at them with a serious expression.
My father shifted in his seat, avoiding eye contact with me.
"Yes, we remember," he said quietly.
"And what did you say to me?" I pressed on.
My mother spoke up, her voice trembling slightly.
"We told you that it was just childish scribbles and that you should focus on getting a real job."
"Exactly," I said, nodding my head in agreement.
"And do you remember when I came to you with my first prototype of the water-driving car?"
My father looked up at me, his eyes filled with regret.
"Yes, we remember," he said again.
"And what did you say to me then?" "We told you that it was impossible and that you should give up on your dreams," my mother admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Exactly," I said again, my voice growing louder with each word.
"And now, here we are. My company is worth billions of dollars, and I am one of the richest men in the world. And you know why? Because I didn't listen to either of you."
My father stood up from his chair, his face red with anger.
"How dare you speak to us like this?" he shouted at me.
"You ungrateful child! We gave you everything, and this is how you repay us?"
I smiled coldly at him, my eyes glinting with triumph.
"Oh, but I'm not done yet," I said, pulling out a stack of papers from my pocket and slamming them down on the marble table in front of him.
I spread them out, revealing the property deeds to a beachfront villa in Dubai, a penthouse in New York, and a ranch in Texas.
My father's anger faltered as he read the documents, his hands shaking slightly as he picked them up.
My mother covered her mouth with her hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
"These are for you," I said, gesturing to the papers.
"I've already furnished each property and hired staff to take care of them for you. You can move in whenever you want."
My father looked at me, his face filled with confusion and shock.
"Why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled again, this time with genuine affection.
"Because I know that you always wanted the best for me," I said.
"And now, I want to give you the best too. I want you to enjoy your life and live it to the fullest."
My mother reached out and took my hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Thank you, son," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
"We're so proud of you."
I nodded my head, feeling a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment wash over me.
But then I remembered one more thing.
"Oh, and there's one more thing," I said, sliding another document forward on the table.
I reach into my suit jacket's inner pocket and withdraw the final document, my fingers lingering on the thick, high-quality paper.
This is the trust fund agreement, drafted by my top financial advisors to ensure my parents' comfort for the rest of their lives.
The numbers dance before their eyes as they scan the document, my father's earlier anger completely dissipated.
My mother's hand flies to her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The terms are clear: $50 million annually for life, deposited directly into their personal bank accounts.
It includes private healthcare coverage, an unlimited travel allowance, and a dedicated staff of financial managers to oversee their investments and assets.
"This is too much," my father says, his voice filled with disbelief.
"We don't need all this."
I place my hand firmly over his, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve.
"This isn't up for discussion," I say, my tone unyielding yet laced with love.
"This is what I want for you both. Accept it."
"And as they nodded, overwhelmed with emotion, I knew that this was the moment I had truly become the man I aspired to be."
I lean back in my leather dining chair, studying my father's face as he attempts to mask his true feelings behind a tight smile.
The others beam genuinely - Munira practically bouncing in her seat, Sophia squeezing my hand under the table, Mahad nodding respectfully, and mother wiping away tears of joy.
But father's eyes betray him, darting away whenever I try to meet his gaze.
His fingers drum restlessly on the property deeds I've given him, and his congratulations come out strained, almost mechanical.
"Is something wrong, Dad?" I ask, my voice gentle but probing.
He hesitates, glancing at the others before finally meeting my eyes.
"It's just... I never imagined you'd surpass every expectation we had for you, and it makes me question if I ever truly understood you."
I sit in my home office, scrolling through the news headlines on my computer.
Revolt Motors has officially surpassed Tesla in market value, a milestone that has been years in the making.
As I read the articles, a memory from six years ago flashes through my mind.
I was 18 years old, clutching the blueprints for my water engine as I walked into an investor meeting with Elon Musk and his board of directors.
I had been so full of hope and determination, convinced that I could change the world with my invention.
But as soon as I began to explain my idea, Musk burst out laughing.
He mocked me in front of his entire board, telling me that my idea was "scientifically impossible" and that I was wasting my time.
I had left that meeting feeling defeated and humiliated, but it had also fueled my determination to prove him wrong.
And now, six years later, Revolt Motors is leading the electric vehicle industry and changing the world one car at a time. My phone lights up with a notification, pulling me out of my thoughts.
It's a tweet from Elon Musk himself, and it's directed at me.
"Congratulations on surpassing Tesla in market value," he writes.
"But let's not forget that your water-powered engines are still unproven and potentially dangerous. When will you release your safety data?"
I forward the tweet to my legal team with a single instruction: prepare a defamation lawsuit against Elon Musk.
Then I open Twitter on my computer and begin typing out a response to Musk's tweet.
"Elon, it's ironic you question safety when your own rockets have had their share of mishaps," I type, my fingers flying over the keyboard.
"But since you asked, our safety data will be published next week, and it will speak for itself."