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The Billionaire Rebirth
Scenario:Mace Kenmore has led a hard broken life, a poor orphan, and his girlfriend is leaving him for a richer prospect. But his fortune is about to change dramatically. Mace inherited immense wealth from his grandfather, shocking everyone. He was the heir to the only multi-Quadrillonaire family in the world. He endures constant criticism and judgment from those around him. He vowed that those who had labeled 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, Mace will get revenge on those who treated him badly. Will he succeed?
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Mace Kenmore
He is a former orphan who took on a wealthy persona after inheriting his grandfather's vast fortune. He is resilient,sarcastic,and determined. Mace experienced a tumultuous childhood,switching between foster families and living in poverty. His life transformed when he discovered his wealthy grandfather's will naming him as their sole beneficiary. Despite being treated poorly by those around him due to his past,Mace thrives on the inheritance,using his newfound power to exact revenge on those who wronged him.
Alex
He is one of Mace's classmates from the orphanage. He is competitive,dismissive,and superficial. Alex resents Mace's sudden inheritance and acts on envy,attempting to align himself with more affluent circles after the announcement of Mace's wealth. His disdain for others—especially during their time at the orphanage—makes him an unpleasant figure in Mace’s life as he navigates his newfound status.
Chloe
She is Mace's exgirlfriend who left him for another man with more financial stability. She is selfish,shallow,and emotionally distant. Chloe initially dates Mace out of pity and eventually for the comfort his wealth provided. When she finds someone richer,she abruptly ends the relationship,highlighting her true priorities and demonstrating her lack of empathy for Mace's struggles and feelings.
Mace Kenmore was once an impoverished orphan who later became one of the wealthiest men in the world.
Before his life took a dramatic turn for the better, he had a girlfriend named Chloe.
Chloe dated Mace out of pity before their relationship turned into one based on genuine love.
However, their romance did not last long as Chloe eventually left Mace for another man who was richer than him.
On her birthday, Chloe asked Mace to meet her at the park.
When Mace arrived there, he found Chloe in the arms of another man.
She told Mace that she was leaving him for a richer guy.
Mace was heartbroken but somehow managed to keep his composure.
He asked her if she loved the new guy, and she replied that she did.
Chloe further told Mace that she would never have been with him if he were not the grandson of the richest man in the world.
Mace smiled and asked her what she meant.
She explained that her parents had told her to be friends with Mace as they knew that his grandfather would leave all his wealth to him.
However, now that Mace's grandfather had passed away, Chloe had found someone else who was richer than him.
Mace smiled and said nothing as he watched Chloe leave with the other guy.
A few days later, Chloe sent Mace a friend request on social media.
I sit at my mahogany desk in the study, staring at the notification on my phone.
Chloe wants to be friends with me on social media.
Isabel enters the room with a stack of papers in her hand.
She places them on my desk and says, "These are the investment portfolios you asked for. I have gone through them and I think you should take a look at them."
I delete Chloe's friend request without even thinking about it and turn my attention to the papers.
Isabel briefs me on each of the companies that are seeking funding from me.
One of them catches my attention.
It is a tech startup that has developed a water purification system that can provide clean drinking water to thousands of people in impoverished areas.
I ask Isabel to tell me more about the company and she explains that they are looking for funding to expand their operations and reach more people.
I sign the investment papers and ask Isabel to send them back to the company.
As I watch her leave, I feel a sense of purpose that I never felt when I was with Chloe. The phone buzzes again with another notification from Chloe.
This time, it is a message asking me if I got her friend request.
After Isabel leaves, I lean back in my leather chair and pull up my contacts.
The tech startup investment reminds me of the conversations I had with Brian and Matt about changing the world when we were still in college.
Brian always talked about clean water initiatives, while Matt coded away in our dorm room.
I haven't spoken to them since I dropped out of college to take care of my dying grandfather.
My thumb hovers over their numbers.
The office feels too quiet, too sterile.
I need people who knew me before the money.
Taking a deep breath, I press Brian's number first, then conference in Matt.
The conference call connects with a series of clicks.
Brian answers first, his voice hesitant.
"Hello?"
Then Matt's voice, familiar even after all this time, with the clacking of his keyboard in the background.
My throat tightens as I grip the phone.
I remember late nights in our dorm, Matt's fingers flying over his keyboard while Brian and I talked about changing the world.
"Matt," I say, my voice rougher than I intend.
There's a long pause, then Matt speaks up.
"Mace?"
The sound of typing stops abruptly.
"It is you," Brian says, his voice filled with wonder.
"Where have you been?"
I clear my throat.
"I just wanted to say hello. How are you guys?"
"We're good," Matt replies cautiously.
"What about you?"
"I'm doing well too," I say, leaning back in my chair and running a hand through my hair.
"So...what have you guys been up to?"
Brian hesitates before answering.
"Nothing much. Just working on some projects here and there."
I frown slightly at his response.
I know that can't be true.
They were both so passionate about their work when we were in college together. "Oh, okay," I say finally.
"Well, it's good to hear that everything is going well for you both."
"Yeah," Brian says again, this time sounding a bit more sincere.
"It's great to hear from you too. How have you been? What have you been up to?"
I shrug, even though they can't see me through the phone.
"Oh, you know. Just working hard and trying to stay busy."
There's another long pause before Brian speaks again.
"So...what made you call us tonight?"
I take a deep breath before answering.
"I don't know. I just thought it would be nice to catch up with some old friends. See how life has been treating everyone."
Matt chuckles softly on the other end of the line before responding.
"Well, I guess that's fair enough. So...how exactly have things been treating you lately? Anything new and exciting happening in your world?" The question catches me off guard for a moment before I realize what he means by it.
"No...not really," I answer slowly, feeling a little silly now for calling them like this without having any real reason to do so.
"Just the usual stuff."
Brian laughs at that too before saying anything else.
After the call ends, I pull out the inheritance documents from my desk drawer.
The numbers still look surreal.
Two hundred quadrillion dollars.
I trace my finger over the list of assets - private islands dotting the Pacific, a fleet of mega yachts, and endless properties across continents.
The gold Citibank card with its distinctive platinum K catches the afternoon light.
I pull out my phone and text Brian and Matt, inviting them to my office next week.
My finger hovers over the send button as I debate whether to hint at what I've inherited, but I decide to keep it simple.
I walk to the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse office, watching the city lights flicker on as dusk settles.
The message sits delivered but unread on my phone screen.
Isabel knocks softly on the open door before entering with a steaming cup of coffee.
"Evening coffee, Mr. Kenmore," she says, setting the cup down on my desk.
"Do you need anything else before I leave for the day?"
I shake my head, still fixated on the phone in my hand.
"No, thank you, Isabel."
She lingers at the door, her eyes following mine to the phone.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes, everything's fine," I reply, forcing a smile.
"Just waiting for a response from someone."
She nods understandingly and turns to leave, but not before catching one last glimpse of the phone in my hand.
After she's gone, I pull up the building's security footage on my laptop and watch as Isabel gets into her car and leaves the parking garage.
I'll be watching them through these same cameras next week when they arrive. "Yes, that would be great," I say, turning away from the windows and walking back to my desk.
"Thank you."
Isabel nods again before leaving my office for the night.
I watch her go through the security cameras, then pull up the list of conference rooms in the building.
Next week's reunion will require a space that feels more intimate than intimidating.
My eyes land on the smallest room available - a private suite tucked away in a corner of the building's top floor.
I pull up the room's specs and compare them to the others.
The private suite is on floor 87, with a mahogany table that seats six and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
It has its own kitchenette, a private bathroom, and a small living area.
I press the intercom button on my desk to call Isabel back into my office.
"Yes, Mr. Kenmore?"
"I need you to arrange for some catering to be delivered to the private suite next week," I say, looking at the room's layout on my computer screen.
"And make sure that it's stocked with drinks and snacks."
Isabel nods again before leaving my office for the second time that evening.
While waiting for her to return, I pull out my notebook and start drafting a simple agenda for next week's meeting with Brian and Matt.
Catch up over coffee
Tour of tech development floor
Discuss potential collaboration
It feels familiar - like we're planning a project together again, even if it's just on paper.