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The Billionaire'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 previously impoverished orphan who took on a custodian job to survive. He is resilient, jaded, and determined. Shane was constantly judged and belittled by others but never gave up. When he discovered he was the sole heir of a multibillionaire grandfather, his life transformed dramatically. He vowed to use his newfound wealth to help others and exact revenge on those who mistreated him, including his former girlfriend's wealthy boyfriend.
Grandfather
He was a wealthy multibillionaire who owned various successful businesses globally. He was secretive, distant, and generous. Grandfather left his entire vast estate to Shane, surprising everyone due to his estranged relationship with him. His will reflected his unexpected fondness for Shane, providing him with financial freedom and opportunities to shape his legacy positively.
Megan
She is Shane's exgirlfriend from high school. She is superficial, materialistic, and selfcentered. Megan left Shane for someone with more money and status. She repeatedly humiliated Shane by bringing her new boyfriend to his old neighborhood, taunting Shane with her past life. When Shane's fortunes changed, she attempted to win him back with gifts and flattering words, but she underestimated Shane's resentment and determination for a fresh start.
I was an orphan and had been poor all my life.
My girlfriend left me for a richer guy, and I was heartbroken.
However, my life took a drastic turn when I discovered that I was the sole heir of my multibillionaire grandfather.
I finally got the recognition I deserved, and those who judged me before would kneel at my feet.
My girlfriend tried to win me back, but I would never give her another chance.
I would use my wealth and power to get revenge on those who wronged me and help others in need.
The sun had just risen, and I was sweeping the floor.
A voice called out, "Shane Weber!"
It was Megan, my girlfriend from high school, now my ex-girlfriend.
She was walking toward me with her boyfriend, whose name was Richard.
He was the son of a billionaire.
I had been so happy when I first met Megan.
I thought that even though I was poor, at least I had her.
But she left me for Richard, who was rich.
I continued sweeping the floor, pretending not to hear them.
Megan called my name again and walked faster.
Richard followed behind her, smirking.
They stopped in front of me.
Megan said, "Shane, it's been a long time. How are you doing?"
I looked up at her and replied calmly, "I'm fine. What do you want?"
Richard stepped forward and said, "We don't want anything from you. We just wanted to say hello."
I didn't believe him.
I knew that he was here to show off his wealth.
I continued sweeping the floor, ignoring them.
Richard pulled out his wallet and took out a twenty-dollar bill.
He dropped it on the ground in front of me and said, "Here, take this. It's for your trouble."
Megan giggled and held onto his arm.
I stopped sweeping and looked up at them.
Without saying a word, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the letter from my grandfather's lawyers.
I unfolded it slowly and deliberately, making sure they could see the letterhead from Preston & Associates. Megan and Richard exchanged a glance, their smiles fading from their faces as they read the letterhead.
They both knew that Preston & Associates was one of the most prestigious law firms in the country.
I watched as their expressions changed from smugness to shock.
Richard's face paled, and Megan's mouth hung open in disbelief.
I didn't say a word as I handed them the letter.
They both read it quickly, their eyes widening as they realized what it meant.
The letter stated that I was the sole heir of my grandfather's fortune, which was estimated to be over one hundred googol dollars.
As they finished reading the letter, I took it back from them and folded it neatly before putting it back in my pocket.
I grip the broom handle tighter, resuming my sweeping motions across the polished floor.
Megan and Richard remain frozen behind me, their mouths agape.
The rhythmic scraping of bristles against tile fills the silence.
My hands are steady now, unlike the trembling moments before when I showed them the letter.
I methodically push the dust into neat piles, maintaining the same careful routine I've followed for months, though everything has changed.
Through the lobby's glass windows, I notice their reflections still standing there, mouths agape.
I methodically sweep the last pile of dust into my dustpan, the metal scraping against ceramic tiles echoing through the silent lobby.
My back remains turned to them as I empty the contents into my wheeled trash bin.
Their shoes haven't moved an inch on my freshly cleaned floor.
I hear Megan's throat clear, likely preparing some desperate attempt to speak, to salvage her dignity.
The weight of the inheritance letter feels heavy in my pocket, but I won't give them another glimpse.
I wheel my cleaning cart toward the supply closet, the squeaky wheels echoing through the lobby.
My back remains turned as I methodically arrange my broom, dustpan, and cleaning supplies on their designated hooks.
The familiar motions ground me as I hear Megan's designer heels click hesitantly across the floor.
She stops a few feet behind me.
Her perfume wafts over, mixing with the sharp scent of cleaning products.
Richard's expensive loafers shuffle awkwardly beside her.
I take my time closing the supply closet door, letting the latch click into place before slowly pivoting to meet their gaze.
I methodically lock the door, testing the handle twice as I always do.
The familiar click echoes through the lobby as I pocket the key.
My worn work shoes squeak against the freshly cleaned floor as I turn to face them.
Megan's mouth opens and closes, her perfectly manicured hand reaching toward me, but I step back before she can touch my sleeve.
Richard's face has drained of color, his earlier smugness replaced by a sickly pallor.
The twenty-dollar bill still lies where he dropped it, now looking pathetically small on my spotless floor.
Megan finally finds her voice, though it trembles slightly.
"Why didn't you tell us sooner, Alex?" she asks, her eyes searching mine for an answer.
Richard's voice is barely a whisper as he adds, "We thought we had more time."