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MidReal Story
The Billionaire Reborn
Scenario:Kevin Kenmore, Jr. 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. Kevin inherited immense wealth from his grandfather, shocking everyone. He was the heir to one of the two only multi-Quadrillonaire families 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, Kevin will get revenge on those who treated him badly. Will he succeed?
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Kevin Kenmore, Jr.
first_person_protagonist, male. He is the son of a single mother, orphaned at age six. He is resilient, determined, and proud. Kevin faced immense poverty and judgment after losing his parents. His relationship with Lanna ended when she left for someone else. Despite being called a failure by others, Kevin inherits a vast fortune from his unknown grandfather. He struggles with past societal rejection but uses his new wealth to help his mother and make those who wronged him pay.
Grandfather
side_character, male (deceased). He was a renowned philanthropist and one of the two wealthiest individuals in the world. He was wise, generous, and secretive. Grandfather Kenmore left his vast fortune to Kevin unexpectedly, surprising everyone with his choice of heir. Although he never openly acknowledged Kevin as his grandson, the will reveals that Grandfather saw potential in Kevin despite societal judgments, giving him the opportunity to prove himself.
Helen
side_character, female. She is Kevin's best friend and childhood companion since kindergarten. She is loyal, sarcastic, and supportive. Always stood by Kevin despite the judgments of others, offering him friendship and refuge from social isolation. When Kevin becomes wealthy, she helps manage his social life and provides a grounded perspective amidst the chaos of new acquaintances.
I was born to be poor.
I was six when my mom died.
My dad had died a year before that.
We didn't know my grandparents, nor did they know us.
We were strangers to each other.
My father's parents were dead, and we didn't know where they were buried.
We didn't have any relatives in our family.
After my father's death, my mother became the sole breadwinner of the family.
She worked for wages to raise me by herself, and she never told me about my grandparents.
When I turned sixteen, I began working to support my mother and myself.
I was twenty-one when I met Lanna, and she became my girlfriend without knowing my background.
However, she left me for someone else a year later because that person was richer than me.
I was twenty-two when I found out that I had a grandfather who was one of the two only multi-Quadrillionaires in the world.
He had passed away, and his wealth was left to me.
The news shocked everyone, including my mother, who had just learned about my grandfather's identity.
I vowed that those who had called me a failure would eventually bow at my feet and serve me.
I drove my beat-up Honda Civic through the iron gates of Kenmore Manor, a sprawling estate nestled in the heart of the city.
The pristine hedges and marble fountains seemed to mock my worn jeans and faded shirt, a stark contrast between two worlds that rarely intersected.
I had always felt like an outsider here, but now, with a newfound sense of responsibility, I was determined to change that.
As I pulled up to the mansion, a tall man with an impeccable suit emerged from the front door.
His piercing blue eyes scrutinized me from head to toe before he finally nodded and extended his hand.
"Good morning, Mr. Kenmore. I am Thompson, the estate manager," he said with a slight bow.
I took his hand in mine and gave it a firm shake.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Thompson," I replied, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.
He gestured toward the door.
"Please, follow me."
We walked through the grand halls of Kenmore Manor, our footsteps echoing off the high ceilings as we passed by intricate chandeliers and lavish tapestries.
Every step revealed another piece of artwork or antique furniture, each one telling a story of wealth and history.
I couldn't help but trail my fingers along the mahogany walls, leaving smudges on the polished wood. We stopped in front of a large oak door that led into what appeared to be a study.
Thompson knocked gently before pushing it open.
Inside, there was a massive desk covered in stacks of papers and documents, with a leather-bound chair sitting behind it.
The room was dimly lit by two floor lamps standing on either side of the desk.
Thompson walked over to one of the floor lamps and turned it on, revealing a figure sitting in a chair against one wall.
It was an older woman with short gray hair and glasses perched on the end of her nose.
She smiled as she looked up at me.
"Hello," she said softly.
I nodded back at her.
"Hi."
Thompson gestured toward the desk where there were several files laid out for me to look at.
"These are your grandfather's assets. Please take some time to review them carefully."
He handed me a leather folder that contained property deeds, investment portfolios, and bank statements. As I sat down at the desk, Thompson explained each document in detail, answering any questions I had about them.
The older woman leaned forward, her eyes sharp behind the glasses.
"Your grandfather was a man of many secrets," she said, her voice steady.
I looked up from the papers, curiosity piqued. "What kind of secrets?"
She smiled again, this time with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"He kept a journal. It's hidden away in a safe place, but I can show you where it is if you'd like."
I nodded eagerly, intrigued by the idea of uncovering my grandfather's secrets.
Thompson cleared his throat, interrupting our conversation.
"I'll leave you two alone now. If you need anything, just let me know."
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the older woman.
She stood up and approached me, holding out a small leather book.
"This is your grandfather's journal," she said, her voice filled with emotion.
"It contains all his private thoughts and feelings about the family."
I took the book from her hands, feeling its weight in my palms.
The cover was worn and faded, with a faint scent of old paper emanating from it.
I opened it carefully, revealing yellowed pages filled with handwritten entries.
As I began to read, I realized that these were not just random thoughts but rather a chronicle of my grandfather's life. The entries spoke of his childhood, his parents, and his siblings.
They talked about his struggles and triumphs, his joys and sorrows.
As I turned the pages, I came across an entry that caught my attention.
It was dated several years ago, around the time my father had passed away.
The entry spoke of how my grandfather had been heartbroken by his son's death and how he had struggled to come to terms with it.
He wrote about how he had felt guilty for not being able to protect his son and how he had blamed himself for not being there when he needed him most.
As I continued reading, I discovered that my grandfather had been keeping tabs on me and my mother all along.
He knew about our struggles and hardships, but he never reached out to us or offered any help.
Instead, he chose to watch from afar as we suffered in silence. I couldn't understand why he would do such a thing.
Why would he abandon us like that?
What could have caused him to turn his back on his own flesh and blood?
I closed the journal, feeling a mix of emotions inside me.
I was angry at my grandfather for abandoning us, but at the same time, I felt sad that he had suffered so much in his life.
I realized that everyone has their own story to tell and that sometimes things are not always as they seem on the surface.