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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 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.
Grandfather
He is Shane’s wealthy grandfather who left him his entire estate. He is wise,secretive,and protective. Grandfather showed kindness to Shane by taking him in as a child and providing for his needs anonymously through gifts. Only revealing the extent of his generosity after his death,Grandfather’s actions ultimately changed Shane's fate from poverty to prosperity,without expecting anything in return.
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 marked by her constant criticism and desire for luxury,ultimately leading to their breakup and failure of their future plans.
I was an orphan, a poor boy raised in foster care.
My girlfriend left me for another guy who had more money.
I was heartbroken, but my life was about to change forever.
I just inherited a multibillion-dollar fortune from my grandfather.
Now, I would get my revenge on those who treated me poorly and make them bow at my feet.
"You’re crazy if you think I’ll stay with you now that I’ve met him."
That was what my ex-girlfriend, Penelope, had said to me a few hours ago.
"His name is Richard, and he’s a billionaire."
Penelope had left me for a richer guy.
I couldn’t blame her.
I was poor, and she wanted luxury.
We had been together for three years, and I had thought that we would get married and have children together.
But now… it was over.
She had found someone who could give her the life she wanted, and she had left me behind like trash.
I didn’t blame her.
I blamed myself.
If only I had been born into a wealthy family…
If only I had been given the opportunity to become successful…
But no… I was just a poor boy raised in foster care.
My adoptive parents had kicked me out when I was seventeen because they couldn’t afford to keep me anymore.
They had been paid to be my foster parents, and once the money stopped, they didn’t want anything more to do with me.
I walked into my new penthouse apartment.
It was a beautiful place with marble floors and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city.
But I didn’t care about any of that right now.
I was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and I looked like a homeless person compared to the luxurious surroundings.
I sat down on the couch and opened my laptop.
I needed to find a way to invest my money wisely, so I started researching investment firms and wealth management companies.
As I scrolled through the websites, a notification popped up on my phone.
It was another message from Penelope.
She had been trying to contact me all day, but I didn’t want to talk to her right now.
I deleted the message without reading it and continued my research.
After a few hours, I had found three top financial advisors who could help me manage my fortune.
I scheduled appointments with them for tomorrow morning. My phone buzzed again, but this time it was my adoptive parents calling me.
They had never contacted me before, but now that they knew I was rich, they wanted something from me too.
I blocked their number and ignored the call.
I didn’t need them in my life anymore.
I spent the rest of the evening researching and planning how to use my money wisely.
After two hours, I called my grandfather’s lawyer and asked him to transfer one hundred billion dollars into my bank account.
"Are you sure about this, Shane?" the lawyer asked, his voice tinged with concern.
"Absolutely," I replied firmly, "I need to make a statement and show them I'm not the same person they left behind."
"Just remember, wealth is a tool, not a weapon," he cautioned, his tone softening.
I sat at my mahogany desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and investment brochures.
The city lights flickered on outside my floor-to-ceiling windows as evening descended upon the bustling streets below.
My phone buzzed again, another message from Penelope.
I ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand.
A few minutes later, an email notification pinged on my computer - the lawyer had confirmed the transfer.
One hundred billion dollars now sat in my bank account.
My hands trembled slightly as I opened my laptop and pulled up the website for my adoptive parents' mortgage company.
With a few clicks, I purchased their entire debt.
Not for forgiveness, but for leverage.
The deed downloaded onto my computer, and I printed it out with precision.
I stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over Josh's contact.
After everything that happened, they were the only ones who stuck by me.
They were my true friends.
Josh always shared his lunch with me when I was hungry.
Lance let me crash on his couch after my adoptive parents kicked me out and I had nowhere to go.
I still remembered how we used to split microwave dinners in his cramped apartment, the smell of stale air and yesterday's leftovers hanging heavy.
Now, I sat in my penthouse, surrounded by luxury and wealth, while they struggled to make ends meet.
I dialed Josh first, his number familiar under my fingertips.
"Hey, man," he answered on the first ring, his voice filled with warmth.
"Hey," I replied, my own voice catching in my throat.
"I've got something to tell you."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Josh spoke again.
"Is everything okay?"
I took a deep breath and let it all out.
"I inherited a fortune."
There was a moment of stunned silence before Josh let out a whoop of joy.
"That's amazing! Congratulations!"
I could hear the genuine happiness in his voice, no trace of jealousy or resentment.
"Thanks," I replied, a smile spreading across my face.
"I can't believe it."
"And you know what this means," Josh said, his voice filled with excitement.
"We're going to be rich!"
I laughed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "You're damn right we are," I said, dialing Lance's number next.
As soon as he answered, I conferenced him into the call so we could all talk at once.
"Hey man," Lance said as soon as he joined the call.
"What's up?"
"You won't believe this," Josh said before I could speak.
"Shane just inherited a fortune."
Lance let out a laugh.
"About time something good happened to you, man."
"Yeah," I agreed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
"It's definitely a game-changer."
We talked for another few minutes before I finally hung up the phone.
After I hung up with Josh and Lance, I walked through my empty penthouse.
It was a large space, but it felt lonely without anyone else here.
I could imagine Josh and Lance filling these halls with their laughter and energy.
I walked into the guest wing, where there were two spacious bedrooms with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city.
Each room had its own private bathroom and a large closet.
I could already picture Josh's gaming setup in one of the rooms, his computer and console taking up most of the space.
And in the other room, I could see Lance's book collection lining the shelves, his favorite novels stacked haphazardly on top of each other.
I walked back to my desk and sat down at my computer.
I opened up a word document and started typing out formal employment contracts for Josh and Lance.
I was offering them positions as my personal advisors, with seven-figure salaries and generous benefits packages.
My hands moved quickly across the keyboard as I typed out the details of their new jobs. As I worked, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of their shocked faces when they saw the contracts.
They were going to be rich beyond their wildest dreams, and they would never have to worry about money again.
I wanted to give them everything they deserved, everything they had always dreamed of but never thought they could have.
When I finished typing out the contracts, I hit print and waited for them to spit out of the printer.
Then, I gathered them up and placed them in a folder labeled "Josh" and "Lance."
I placed the folders on my desk, knowing tomorrow would mark the beginning of a new chapter for all of us.
I pace back and forth in my penthouse living room, checking my watch every few minutes.
My best friends, Josh and Lance, are supposed to be here any minute to discuss their new employment contracts.
The folders containing the contracts sit on the marble coffee table in front of me, next to two sets of keys I had made this morning.
As I wait, I glance out the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a stunning view of the city below.
I can see people going about their daily business, completely unaware of the life-changing events that are about to take place in this very room.
Suddenly, I see a black town car pull up to the entrance of the building.
My heart races as I watch the car come to a stop and the driver get out to open the door for my friends.
A few moments later, I hear the elevator ding and then see Josh and Lance step out into the lobby.
They look up at me standing in my living room, and their eyes widen with surprise at the sight of me standing there waiting for them.
I grab the folders and keys off of the coffee table and head towards the elevator.
By the time I reach it, Josh and Lance have already stepped inside and are waiting for me.
As soon as I enter, they both turn to face me with huge smiles on their faces. "What's going on?" asks Josh, his voice filled with excitement.
"You're not going to believe it," I reply, returning his smile.
"Believe what?"
Lance chimes in, equally curious.
"Just wait," I say, holding up a hand to silence them both.
The elevator doors close behind us and we begin our ascent up to my penthouse apartment.
As we ride up, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I know that what I am about to tell them is going to change their lives forever.
Finally, we reach my floor and the doors open up into my living room.
Josh and Lance step out first, followed closely by me.
As soon as we are all inside, I shut the door behind us and turn around to face them both.
"Guys," I say, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"I have some amazing news."
"What is it?"
Josh asks eagerly, clearly unable to contain his excitement any longer.
"I've got a new job," I explain, holding up one of the folders in my hand.
"And you're going to be working for me," I add, looking back and forth between the two of them.
They both stare at me in shock, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.
Josh is the first to break the silence, his voice shaking slightly as he speaks.
"What? How is that possible?"
I hand him the folder I have been holding, and he takes it from me, his hands trembling as he opens it up and begins to read.
Lance looks on curiously, adjusting his glasses so he can see the contents of the folder more clearly.
As they both scan over the contract inside, I can see their eyes growing wider with surprise.
After a few moments, they both look up at me, their faces filled with amazement.
"This can't be real," Josh says, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It's not just any job," I explain, smiling at them both.
"You're going to be my personal advisors. You'll be handling all of my business dealings and making sure everything runs smoothly."
Lance looks down at the contract again, this time focusing on the section that outlines his salary and benefits package.
His eyes widen even further as he reads over the numbers, and he looks up at me with a stunned expression on his face.
"Is this real?" he asks, pointing to the figure listed under "annual salary."
"That's right," I reply, nodding my head in confirmation.
"You'll each be earning seven figures per year, plus bonuses and other perks." They both stare at me for a long moment, still trying to process what they are hearing.
Finally, Josh breaks the silence again.
"What exactly would we be doing?" he asks, setting the folder down on the coffee table in front of him.
"Well," I explain, taking a seat next to him on the couch.
"Josh, you'll be handling my public relations. You'll be in charge of making sure my image stays positive and that I'm seen in a good light by the public."
He nods thoughtfully as I speak, clearly already thinking about how he can tackle this task.
"And Lance," I continue, turning my attention to him now.
"You'll be managing my investment portfolio. You'll make sure that my money is being used wisely and that I'm getting the best possible return on my investments."
He nods too, his eyes lighting up with excitement at the prospect of working with numbers all day long.
"So what do you say?" I ask them both after explaining everything.
Josh breaks into a huge grin, while Lance wipes his glasses off again before nodding vigorously.
They both look at me and then back at each other, clearly eager to accept the offer.
I slide the pens across my glass coffee table, watching as Josh immediately grabs one to sign while Lance reads through the contract one final time.
The scratching of pen on paper fills the quiet penthouse as they make it official.
Standing up, I pull two sets of keys from my pocket and hand them over to my friends.
"These are for you," I explain, gesturing towards the guest rooms down the hall.
"Josh, you're in the room on the left. Lance, you're in the room on the right."
Without saying a word, Josh takes off running towards his new room.
Lance, on the other hand, grips my shoulder firmly and says "Thank you, brother."
After Josh leaves to explore his room, Lance lingers at my desk, reviewing his contract again.
I watch as he flips to page seven, his brow furrowing slightly as he reads.
His finger traces along a line in the middle of the page, and then he looks up at me with a questioning expression on his face.
"What's this?"
He asks, pointing to the line he had just been reading.
I lean forward to see what he is referring to, and my stomach tightens as I realize what he has found.
"It says here that you have additional financial responsibilities," Lance explains, looking up at me with confusion in his eyes.
"Something about managing an offshore account in the Cayman Islands."
I hadn't expected him to catch that detail so quickly.
I had hoped that it would go unnoticed until later, when I could explain it to him in more detail.
But now that he has found it, I know that I have to tell him the truth. "It's just a standard clause," I explain, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that my heart is racing.
"It's just a precautionary measure in case anything happens to me. It ensures that my assets are protected and that they will be distributed according to my wishes."
Lance looks at me skeptically, clearly not convinced by my explanation.
He sets the contract down on the desk slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Is there anything else you haven't told me?"
He asks finally, his voice low and cautious.
I hesitate for a moment before answering, unsure of how much I should reveal.
But then I realize that I have no choice but to be honest with him.
I lean back in my chair, avoiding his gaze as I stare out the window at the city lights twinkling below.
The sound of traffic hums in the distance, a constant reminder of the world outside these walls.
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts before speaking.
"There are some offshore accounts and shell companies that my grandfather set up," I explain finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm still trying to figure out exactly how they work and what they're for."
Lance nods thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving mine.
"And what about this Cayman Islands account?"
He asks, his voice steady and calm.
I sigh heavily, running a hand through my hair as I try to think of how to explain it all.
"It's just one of many accounts that my grandfather set up," I say finally, my voice shaking slightly.
"He was a wealthy man, and he wanted to make sure that his assets were protected. So he created all these different accounts and companies to manage his money." Lance nods again, his expression thoughtful.
"And you're saying that you don't know anything about these accounts?"
He asks, his voice filled with skepticism.
"I didn't know anything about them until recently," I explain, feeling a sense of frustration wash over me.
"But now that I do know about them, I'm trying to learn as much as I can. It's not easy, though. There are so many different accounts and companies, and it's hard to keep track of them all."
Lance nods once more, his eyes still fixed on mine.
"I see," he says finally, his voice low and serious.
"Well, if you need any help figuring things out, just let me know. I'm here for you."
I smile weakly at him, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me.
"Thank you," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I appreciate your help."
Lance nods again, his expression softening slightly.
"Just let me know what you need," he says finally, standing up from his chair.
"I'll do whatever I can to help."
As he walks away from my desk, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me.
It's good to have someone like Lance on my side, someone who is willing to help me navigate the complexities of my grandfather's financial empire. But as I sit there staring at the stack of papers on my desk, I can't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me.
After we finish talking about the offshore accounts, Lance and I sit in comfortable silence for a while, watching as the city lights twinkle outside.
He fidgets with his pen, avoiding my gaze as he stares out the window.
Finally, he speaks up again.
"There's something I need to tell you," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
I look at him curiously, wondering what he could possibly have to say.
"What is it?"
I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
He takes a deep breath before answering, his voice shaking slightly.
"I've had feelings for you for a long time," he says finally, his eyes locked on mine.
"I know that we're friends, and I didn't want to ruin that by telling you how I really feel. But I can't keep it inside anymore." My heart skips a beat as I hear his words.
I had suspected that he might have feelings for me, but I had never expected him to actually say it out loud.
I take a moment to process what he has just said before responding.
"Lance," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I...I don't know what to say."
He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You don't have to say anything," he says softly.
"I just needed to tell you how I feel. If you don't feel the same way, then that's okay. I just wanted to be honest with you."
As I sit there staring at him, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions, I realize that I've been feeling the same way about him for a long time now.
I just hadn't allowed myself to acknowledge it because of our friendship.
But now that he's confessed his feelings, everything feels different somehow. Memories flood back into my mind - all the times he's been there for me when I needed him most, the way he always puts me first, the lingering touches on my arm or shoulder whenever we're together.
It all makes sense now, and my heart skips another beat as our eyes meet across the desk once more.
The tension between us shifts into something electric as we stare at each other silently for what feels like an eternity.
Finally, I find my voice, though it's barely more than a whisper.
"I think... I've felt the same way too," I admit, my heart pounding in my chest.
Lance's eyes widen slightly, a mixture of surprise and relief washing over his face.
My fingers intertwine with his as we sit at my desk, the financial documents forgotten between us.
The rough calluses on his palm remind me of all the manual labor jobs he took to survive, just like I did.
His hand trembles slightly in mine, and I notice the ink stain on his thumb from signing the contract earlier.
Neither of us speaks, but I feel his grip tighten when I start to pull away.
The moment stretches as the setting sun casts long shadows across the mahogany desk.
"Lance," I begin, my voice steadying as I speak.
"I've felt the same way for a while now, but I was scared of what it might mean for us."
His eyes search mine, and I see a flicker of hope there.
My hand trembles slightly as I lean closer, drawn by the intensity in his dark eyes.
The setting sun casts an amber glow across his face, highlighting the slight stubble on his jaw.
Our fingers remain intertwined on the desk, his grip steady and reassuring.
The familiar scent of his cologne fills my senses as I move forward, hesitating for a brief moment.
My heart pounds against my ribs, and I can hear his breath catch.
I lean in close enough to feel his warmth, my voice barely audible as I whisper those words of commitment.
His fingers tighten around mine, and I notice how his shoulders relax slightly.
The setting sun casts long shadows across my desk, highlighting the scattered papers about offshore accounts.
Lance shifts in his chair to face me directly, his expression intense yet tender.
The weight of my grandfather's financial empire and our newly acknowledged feelings hang between us.
When he starts to respond, his phone suddenly buzzes with an urgent message about suspicious activity in one of the Cayman accounts.
Our moment pauses, but the promise in our eyes remains unbroken.
I watch as Lance reaches for his phone, his brow furrowing slightly as he reads the notification.
He taps the screen, pulling up the banking app, his fingers moving with practiced speed.
When a gasp escapes his lips, I lean closer, my curiosity piqued.
His hand trembles slightly as he turns the screen towards me, revealing an account I've never seen before.
The number on the screen makes my head spin - over $50 billion in untraceable cryptocurrency.
"This has to be another one of your grandfather's secret holdings," Lance says, his voice filled with disbelief.
"It's completely separate from the accounts we've been tracking."