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The Billionaire Orphan's Revenge
Scenario:Shane Weber has led a hard broken 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-googolaire family in the world. He endures constant criticism and judgment from those around him. He vowed that those who labeled him a failure would eventually bow at his feet. 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 mistreated him? Will he succeed?
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Shane Weber
He is a former orphan who was raised in foster care, labeled as a failure by those around him. He is resilient, determined, and proud. After being treated poorly and abandoned by his girlfriend for someone richer, Shane discovers he is the heir to a multibillion dollar fortune from his deceased grandfather. Overcoming years of judgment and poverty, he vows to use his new wealth to help others and make those who mistreated him pay for their cruelty.
Grandfather
He is Shane's paternal grandfather who passed away leaving him his vast estate. He is supportive, wise, and loving. Grandfather secretly took care of Shane during his childhood and adolescence, providing him with food and shelter when no one else would. His will reveals his unconditional love and trust in Shane, inheriting him with all his assets and wealth after passing away.
Julia
She is Shane's former girlfriend who left him for someone more wealthy. She is selfish, materialistic, and heartless. Her decision to leave Shane reveals her true character as she prioritizes her own desires over their relationship. Her past treatment of Shane is marked by her calling him a failure and pressuring him to improve his circumstances, demonstrating her lack of empathy and understanding throughout their relationship.
I was an orphan cared for by nuns.
I had been told I was a failure by everyone except my grandfather.
My girlfriend left me for someone who could provide her with a better life.
She thought I was poor, and she wanted a richer man.
But little did she know, I was about to become the richest man in the world.
After my grandfather died, he left his entire multibillion-dollar estate to me.
Suddenly, everyone wanted to be my friend.
Everyone bowed at my feet.
The media reported on me nonstop, and people were all looking up to me.
Those who had labeled me as a failure before were now asking for my forgiveness and mercy.
I didn't want to forgive them.
Instead, I wanted to get revenge on them.
They had made fun of me and called me a poor loser.
Now that I had the power, I would not let them go so easily.
I sat in my grandfather's mahogany-paneled office, looking at the stack of letters and emails on my desk.
Every single one of them was begging for my forgiveness.
There were letters from my former classmates, old neighbors, and even Julia, my ex-girlfriend.
She had left me for someone else, but now that I was rich, she wanted to come back to me.
The door opened and my assistant walked in with another stack of letters and emails.
"Mr. Weber," he said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but there are even more letters and emails coming in."
I sighed and took the stack from him.
"Thank you," I said.
He nodded and turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back to me.
"There is a news crew waiting outside," he said.
"They want a statement from you."
I nodded and looked out the window at the crowd of reporters gathered outside the building.
They were all clamoring for a chance to talk to me, but I wasn't ready yet. I walked over to the window and looked down at them.
They were all so eager to get a quote from me, but I wasn't going to give them what they wanted just yet.
I was going to make them wait until I was ready to speak.
And when I did speak, it was going to be a statement that would shock them all.
I sat back down at my desk and started going through the letters and emails again.
Each one of them was begging for my forgiveness, but none of them had ever apologized for the way they had treated me before.
They had all called me worthless and a loser, but now that I was rich, they wanted to be my friend.
I couldn't believe it.
How could they think that I would just forget about everything they had done to me?
I couldn't forgive them that easily. As I read through the letters and emails, I started to get angrier and angrier.
How could they think that I would just forgive them after everything they had done to me?
Didn't they know that I had feelings too?
Didn't they know that their words had hurt me?
I couldn't believe it.
I decided then and there that I was going to get revenge on all of them.
I was going to make sure that they paid for what they had done to me.
And I knew just how I was going to do it. The next morning, I sat down at my desk with a cup of coffee in front of me as usual.
I spread the inheritance documents out on my grandfather's mahogany desk, carefully reviewing each page.
The numbers were staggering - 475 googol dollars, private islands scattered across oceans, a fleet of mega yachts, and countless properties around the world.
My hands trembled as I lifted the blue Citibank card, its platinum W glinting under the office lights.
I turned it over in my hand, feeling its weight and marveling at its beauty.
The door opened and my assistant walked in with another stack of letters and emails.
"Mr. Weber," he said, "there are more letters and emails coming in."
I nodded and took the stack from him.
"Thank you," I said.
He nodded and turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back to me.
"There is a news crew waiting outside," he said.
"They want a statement from you."
I nodded and looked out the window at the crowd of reporters gathered outside the building.
They were all clamoring for a chance to talk to me, but I wasn't ready yet. I opened my laptop and began cataloging every asset, every property, every business venture that had been left to me.
It was a daunting task, but I knew it was necessary if I wanted to understand the full scope of my new wealth.
As I worked, my assistant came in with another stack of letters and emails.
"Mr. Weber," he said, "there are even more letters and emails coming in."
I sighed and took the stack from him.
"Thank you," I said.
He nodded and turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back to me.
"There is a news crew waiting outside," he said.
"They want a statement from you."
I nodded and looked out the window at the crowd of reporters gathered outside the building.
I reviewed the inheritance papers one last time before pulling out my phone.
The twins were the only ones who stood by me through everything - sharing their lunches when I was hungry, defending me from bullies, visiting me in the hospital after the accident.
They were the true friends I needed now more than ever.
I typed out a text to both of them: "Need you guys here. It's important."
I hit send and waited for their responses.
Within seconds, my phone buzzed with their replies: "On our way."
I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the mahogany desk as I contemplated my next move.
The reporters outside were growing restless, their voices muffled by the tinted windows but still audible.
I stood up and began pacing around the office, rehearsing what I would say to them.
The door opened and the twins walked in, their faces filled with concern.
"Hey, man," one of them said, "what's going on?"
I gestured for them to sit down and explained the situation.
They listened intently, nodding along as I spoke.
When I finished, they exchanged a glance and then turned back to me.
"We've got some ideas," one of them said.
I raised an eyebrow and motioned for them to continue.
"Well," the other twin said, "first of all, you need to make a statement to the press. You can't just ignore them."
I nodded in agreement.
"I know," I said.
"But what do I say?"
The twins looked at each other again and then back at me.
"You could start by thanking them for their interest," one of them suggested.
"And then you could explain that you're still processing everything and need some time to figure things out." I nodded thoughtfully and began pacing again, trying to put my thoughts into words.
The twins watched me with understanding eyes, knowing how difficult this must be for me.
As I paced, I glanced out the window at the growing crowd of reporters.
They were all eager to get a quote from me, but I wasn't ready yet.
I needed to make a statement that would shock them all.
I stopped pacing and turned to face the twins.
"I think I have an idea," I said, a smile spreading across my face.
The twins looked at each other nervously before turning back to me.
"Are you sure about this?" one of them asked.
I nodded confidently.
"Yes," I said.
"It's time to show them what I'm capable of."
The twins exchanged another glance before nodding in agreement.
"Okay," one of them said.
"We'll support you no matter what."
I smiled gratefully at them before turning my attention back to the reporters outside. The crowd had grown even larger since I last looked out the window, with more cameras and microphones than ever before.
I took a deep breath and straightened my shoulders before heading towards the door.
The twins followed close behind me as we made our way downstairs and out into the bright sunlight.
As soon as we stepped outside, the reporters began shouting questions at us, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of noise.
I ignored them all until we reached the podium that had been set up for me to speak from.
I tapped the microphone, leaned in, and simply said, "I'm not who you think I am."
After my cryptic statement, I turned and walked back into the office with the twins following close behind.
Through the window, I could see the reporters frantically typing away on their phones, no doubt speculating about what I meant by my words.
The twins and I sat down in front of the window, watching as the news spread like wildfire.
Sarah, who was always the more outspoken of the two, pulled up a chair beside me while Michael stood guard at the door.
"So, what's your plan?" she asked.
I leaned back in my chair and steepled my fingers together.
"I want to use this opportunity to show everyone what it's like to be on the other side," I said.
"I want to make them curious."
Michael nodded thoughtfully.
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
I smiled mischievously at him.
"Well, for starters, I'm going to start releasing little tidbits of information about myself. Nothing too big at first, just enough to pique their interest."
Sarah frowned slightly.
"But what kind of information?"
I leaned forward and placed my hands on her knees.
"I'm going to tell them about how everyone treated me when I was poor. How they looked down on me and made fun of me." Sarah's grip on my hand tightened.
"You can't do that," she said.
"They'll never believe you."
I chuckled darkly at her words.
"Oh, but they will," I said.
"Because I have proof."
Michael raised an eyebrow at me.
"What kind of proof?"
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.
"I have all of Julia's messages saved," I said.
"And not just hers. Everyone who ever bullied or belittled me has something coming their way."
Sarah's eyes widened in surprise as she realized what I was planning to do.
"You're going to release all of those messages?" she asked incredulously.
I nodded grimly at her.
"Yes," I said.
"And that's just the beginning."
Michael let out a low whistle as he realized the full extent of what I was planning to do.
While we were reviewing more of the inheritance documents, Sarah suddenly stopped and stared at something behind the desk.
"What is it?" one of the twins asked, following her gaze.
Sarah pointed to a small, leather-bound book wedged tightly between the desk drawer and the wall.
"I think that's a diary," she said, her voice filled with curiosity.
I got up from my chair and walked over to investigate.
Sure enough, it was a diary belonging to my grandfather.
I pulled it out carefully and handed it to Sarah, who eagerly opened it up and began flipping through its yellowed pages.
As she read, her eyes grew wider and wider until she finally looked up at me with an expression of shock on her face.
"You won't believe what this says," she whispered urgently.
"What is it?"
I asked, leaning forward in my seat.
Sarah held up the diary for me to see.
"It's about how your family made all of their money," she explained breathlessly. I took the diary from her and began reading for myself.
The entry described how my grandfather had been part of a team that developed a revolutionary new technology in the 1960s - a quantum computer capable of solving complex problems faster than any other machine at the time.
However, when they tried to patent their invention, they were met with resistance from powerful government agencies who wanted to claim it for themselves.
Fearing that their creation would be used for nefarious purposes, my grandfather and his colleagues decided to hide it away and keep its existence a secret.
But before they could do so, they were approached by a mysterious figure who offered them an enormous sum of money in exchange for the technology.
My grandfather and his team agreed, but only if they could keep the money offshore where it would be safe from prying eyes. And so, they created a series of shell companies and bank accounts in various countries around the world, using them to launder their ill-gotten gains into legitimate investments.
Over time, these investments grew exponentially until they became one of the wealthiest families in America - all without anyone knowing about their shady dealings.
As I finished reading the entry, I looked up at Sarah and saw that she was still staring at me in amazement.
"This explains everything," she breathed softly.
"Why your grandfather lived such a modest life despite being so rich."
I nodded silently as I closed the diary and placed it back on the desk.