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The Billionaire Rebound
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 multibilliondollar fortune. He is resilient, sarcastic, and determined. Shane faced a tumultuous childhood, being labeled as a "failure" by those around him, including his abusive foster parents and a toxic girlfriend who left him for someone richer. After inheriting the fortune, he decides to use it to help others, creating a foundation for underprivileged kids, while also seeking redemption and revenge against those who wronged him.
Grandfather
He is Shane's recently deceased grandfather who left him his entire estate. He is wise, supportive, and unconditionally loving. Grandfather secretly took care of Shane during his childhood, providing for him financially without Shane knowing. His will leaves Shane shocked with a vast inheritance that changes his life's trajectory completely, giving him the means to help others and seek redemption for past injustices.
Julia
She is Tristan’s exwife who left him due to family expectations. She is entitled, dismissive, and superficial. Julia represents the societal norms that often value material possessions over personal relationships. Her decision to leave Tristan for someone more affluent reflects her shallow priorities and lack of empathy for those around her. Her actions contribute to Shane's skepticism about the value of relationships based on external factors.
I was an orphan, a poor boy who had been in foster care.
My life was hard, and my future looked bleak.
But everything changed when my grandfather, a man I'd never known, died.
He left behind an estate worth hundreds of billions of dollars, and I was the sole heir.
Suddenly, I was one of the richest men in the world.
My girlfriend Lara left me for someone richer.
My friends' marriages failed because they were with people they didn't love for the sake of wealth and status.
I vowed that those who labeled me a failure would one day bow at my feet.
And I would make sure they did it with a smile on their faces.
The story of a poor boy who rose to become a multibilliondollar heir is just beginning.
"Shane Weber, you are such a failure! Why can't you even get your act together? You're twenty-five years old and still living off others. When will you stop being a burden to us?"
Those were the last words my foster parents said to me before I left the house for good.
I wasn't sad to leave; I was happy to finally be free of them.
They made me feel worthless every day, telling me I would never amount to anything.
They weren't the only ones who made me feel like a failure.
Lara, my ex-girlfriend, left me for someone richer.
She had been my girlfriend for three years, and we had planned to get married after I finished college.
But when she found out I couldn't afford to pay for school anymore, she left me for someone richer.
I was sitting in my new penthouse apartment, staring at the acceptance letter from Stanford Business School.
I had worked three jobs to try and save up enough money to go back to school, but it wasn't enough.
I was about to give up on my dream when I received the inheritance.
Now, I could finally finish my degree without having to work multiple jobs.
I opened my laptop and started filling out the enrollment forms.
My hands were shaking slightly as I typed in my information.
A notification popped up on my screen - another message from Lara trying to get back together with me.
I deleted it without reading it.
Instead, I pulled up my bank statement and started calculating how much tuition would cost and how much I would need to live on while I was in school. The numbers that used to terrify me now seemed trivial compared to the amount of money I had inherited.
I printed out the completed forms and signed my name with the fountain pen that my grandfather had left me.
"Shane, are you really going to just ignore her like that?" my best friend, Alex, asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
"She made her choice, Alex," I replied, setting the pen down with a decisive click.
"But don't you think she deserves to know about your inheritance?" Alex pressed, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt.
I leaned back in my ergonomic office chair, the Stanford acceptance letter still open on my laptop screen.
Alex sat across from me, his brow furrowed with concern.
The message notification from Lara still blinked on my phone, but I turned it face-down on the mahogany desk.
"She didn't just leave me," I explained, pulling up old text messages on my phone.
"She told everyone I was worthless."
I handed Alex the phone, showing him the screenshots of Lara's messages to her friends six months ago.
In them, she mocked my poverty and called me a dead-end loser who would never amount to anything.
Alex's expression shifted from concern to understanding as he read through the messages.
"Wow, Shane, I had no idea she was that cruel," Alex said, handing the phone back to me.
"Exactly, so why should I let her back into my life now that things have changed?" I replied, feeling a sense of vindication.
"You're right," Alex nodded, "but maybe this is your chance to show her and everyone else just how wrong they were about you."
I reviewed the enrollment forms one final time, double-checking each field while Alex watched over my shoulder.
The cursor hovered over the submit button, and I felt a surge of memories flood through me.
I remembered working multiple jobs just to afford community college, dreaming of the day I could transfer to Stanford.
My grandfather's attorney had already taken care of the tuition payment, but it still felt surreal that I could finally attend my dream school.
Alex gave me an encouraging nod.
Taking a deep breath, I clicked 'submit.'
The confirmation page loaded, and I read the words that made my heart swell with pride: "You are now officially accepted into Stanford's Business and Computer Science program."
My phone buzzed again with another message from Lara, but I silenced it and tossed it aside.
Leaning back in my leather office chair, I let out a long breath and ran my hands through my hair.
I still couldn't believe this was real.
Alex walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse and looked out at the city lights.
"You've come a long way from that cramped apartment where you used to study after working a double shift," he said, turning to me with a smile.
I nodded, remembering the countless nights spent poring over textbooks and notes in our tiny living room.
My phone buzzed again on the coffee table - Lara's third attempt tonight.
Without looking at it, I stood up and joined Alex at the window.
I pulled out my grandfather's old pocket watch from my pocket and checked the time.
It was time to move forward.
The warmth of Alex's hand startles me, making me realize how close we're standing by the window.
His words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning.
I notice details I've overlooked before - the slight tremor in his voice, how his fingers linger against mine, the way his eyes reflect the city lights.
My heart races as the dynamic between us shifts.
The pocket watch in my other hand suddenly feels heavier, like my grandfather's presence watching this moment unfold.
When my phone buzzes again with Lara's message, the sound seems distant and irrelevant.
My heart races as his words hang in the air between us.
The city lights blur beyond the window while I process his confession.
My grandfather's pocket watch grows slick in my palm.
I turn to face him, studying features I've known for years but never truly saw - the slight curl of his dark hair, the warmth in his brown eyes.
Our shoulders brush as he shifts closer, and I notice the subtle scent of his cologne, a detail I've somehow missed until now.
When my phone buzzes again with Lara's message, the sound feels distant and hollow.