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The Billionaire Rebirth
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,discovering he is the heir to a multibillion dollar fortune. He is resilient,sarcastic,and determined. Shane faced immense poverty and hardship but never gave up. His life took a drastic turn when his adoptive parents kicked him out due to financial struggles. His exgirlfriend left him for someone richer. Despite criticism and judgment,Shane inherits the wealth,vowing revenge and social climb.
Helen Weber
She is Shane's adoptive mother who kicked him out when financial difficulties arose. She is coldhearted,selfcentered,and dismissive. Despite adopting Shane in childhood,Helen showed no genuine affection or support for him during his difficult times. Her decision to expel him once financial constraints mounted reveals her true nature and contributes to Shane's estrangement from his past life.
Penelope
She is Shane's exgirlfriend who left him for another man due to financial reasons. She is selfish,materialistic,and shallow. Penelope valued Shane only for his potential wealth,discarding him as soon as she found someone richer. Her relationship with Shane was emotionally distant,and she never truly cared for his past struggles. Her decision to leave highlights her superficial nature and contributes to Shane's eventual success.
I was an orphan, a poor one to be more specific.
I had been in foster care for years until I was adopted by a family that already had two kids of their own.
They were much older than me, and to be honest, they didn’t care about me much.
My adoptive parents were okay, I guess.
They provided for me, but they were not the best parents in the world.
They didn’t love me like I was their own child.
But I didn’t blame them.
After all, I was not their biological child.
I tried to make do with what I had, but life just didn’t seem to go my way.
When I turned eighteen, I left their house and went on my own.
It was tough, very tough.
I had to work multiple jobs just to survive, and sometimes I didn’t have enough money to buy food or pay my rent.
I thought things would get better when I found my girlfriend, Penelope.
But Penelope wasn’t like other girls.
She was beautiful, yes, but she was also very materialistic and selfish.
She only loved me because she thought that one day I would become rich.
She didn’t know that I was adopted, that I wasn’t related to my wealthy family by blood.
But even if she had known, I doubted that it would have made any difference.
I sat in my new penthouse, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city lights.
It was a beautiful view, one that I had never thought I would have.
My phone rang, breaking me out of my thoughts.
It was Penelope’s number.
She had called twelve times since the news broke about my inheritance.
I silenced the call and poured myself a glass of whiskey.
The amber liquid swirled in my glass as I remembered her last words to me: "You'll never amount to anything."
My finger hovered over the block button, but then I heard a knock on the door.
It was the doorman.
"Mr. Weber, there's a lady here to see you," he said through the intercom.
I knew who it was before he even told me.
"Tell her I'm not home," I said.
"She says it's urgent," he replied.
I sighed and took a sip of my whiskey.
"I don’t care. Tell her to leave," I said, hanging up the phone.
I walked over to the window and looked out at the city below.
I could see people rushing to and fro, living their lives as if nothing had changed.
But everything had changed for me. My phone buzzed again, and I saw that Penelope had sent me a text message: "Please let me come up. We need to talk."
I rolled my eyes and blocked her number.
I didn’t want to talk to her anymore.
She had made it clear how she felt about me, and I didn’t need that kind of negativity in my life right now.
As I turned away from the window, I heard another knock on the door.
This time, it was louder and more insistent.
"Open up!" a voice shouted from the other side of the door.
It was Penelope, and she sounded angry.
I walked over to the door and looked through the peephole.
She was standing there with her arms crossed, looking furious. "Go away," I said through the door.
"We need to talk," she replied, banging on the door again.
"I don’t want to talk to you," I said, turning away from the door and walking back into my living room. "You can’t avoid me forever!" she shouted through the door before storming off down the hall with security following behind her like a puppy dog on a leash.
I took a deep breath, turned off the lights, and let the silence answer for me.
Settling into my leather armchair, I pulled out the letter from my grandfather's attorney.
The words blurred together on the page, but I forced myself to focus on the numbers.
Billions in tech companies, real estate empires, and offshore accounts.
My hands trembled as I read about the private islands, the fleet of jets, and the centuries-old art collections.
It was more than I could ever have imagined.
As I read, a notification popped up on my phone.
Helen, my adoptive mother, had sent a formal request through her lawyer asking to "discuss reconciliation."
I crumpled the notification in my hand and tossed it toward the wastepaper basket.
It fell short, deliberately so, and rolled under my grandfather's antique desk.
The phone rang again, and this time I answered it reluctantly.
"Why now, Helen? Why after all these years?" I asked, my voice steady but cold.
"Because we need you," she replied, her tone a mix of desperation and something that sounded like regret.
I sat at my mahogany desk, reviewing the latest investment reports and financial projections.
My new financial advisor, a sharp and ambitious woman named Sarah, walked in with a stack of papers in her hand.
"Good morning, Mr. Weber," she said, setting the papers down in front of me.
"I have some acquisition proposals for you to review."
I nodded, scanning the documents.
The first one was a tech company that had rejected my job application last year.
They had deemed me unqualified, despite my degree and experience.
Now, they were struggling financially and looking to sell.
I signed the papers without hesitation.
The second proposal was for an apartment complex in the city.
It was the same building where I had lived for a few years, struggling to make ends meet.
The building manager had evicted me when I couldn’t afford the rent anymore.
Now, he was offering it to me on a silver platter. As I signed the papers, my phone buzzed with a message from an old classmate who used to mock my worn clothes and hand-me-down shoes.
He wanted to discuss a potential business partnership.
I ignored him and scrolled through my messages.
There were several more from people who had wronged me in the past, all trying to curry favor now that I was wealthy.
The building manager sent me an invitation to join the tenant board of directors for the apartment complex I had just purchased.
I leaned back in my leather chair and watched as they scrambled to get my attention.
It was almost amusing, but mostly frustrating.
How could they think that I would ever forget how they had treated me?
I authorized the purchase of both properties without hesitation, knowing that it would be a good investment for my future.
As I signed the final document, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.