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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.
Helen Weber
She is Shane's adoptive mother who abandoned him due to financial constraints. She is cold, selfcentered, and heartless. Despite adopting Shane in infancy, Helen's poverty eventually led her to treat him as a stranger when they grew poorer. Her decision to send Shane away after finding someone else she desired demonstrates her prioritizing of her own interests over familial bonds. Her actions contribute significantly to Shane's struggles and eventual realization of his true heritage.
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 belittling of his background and lifestyle choices. She represents the societal pressures and expectations that Shane fought against.
I was an orphan, raised in foster care.
My girlfriend left me for another guy because I was too poor.
She found someone who could provide her with a better life, someone richer.
I thought my life would never get any better... until I received a call from a lawyer telling me I had inherited an enormous sum of money from my grandfather, whom I had never known existed.
It turned out I was the heir to the only multibillionaire family in the world.
The news shocked everyone, including my so-called parents and my exgirlfriend.
They all came crawling back to me, but it was too late.
I had already changed my life and wasn't willing to give them another chance.
Those who had once called me a failure and said I wouldn't amount to anything would eventually bow at my feet.
I would make them all pay for their evil deeds.
"Shane Weber, you're so stupid! You're just a peasant. You'll never amount to anything!"
That's what my adoptive mother Helen Weber said to me before kicking me out of the house.
It was her birthday, and she wanted to buy a new car.
However, she couldn't afford it, so she asked me to help her pay for the car since I had just received my paycheck.
I didn't have enough money for the car, so I suggested we could buy a cheaper one.
But Helen didn't want that.
She kept complaining that even though she had adopted me in my infancy, I was still repaying her by being such a useless son.
I sat in my new penthouse office, deliberately letting Helen's calls go to voicemail as her desperate messages piled up.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I watched workers install the "Weber Enterprises" sign on the building across the street.
My assistant knocked on the door and entered with a letter in his hand.
"Mr. Weber, this is Helen's latest letter," he said.
I took the letter and dropped it into my desk drawer without opening it.
The drawer was already filled with Helen's letters, all of which were begging me for money to pay her mortgage.
I had no intention of helping her.
Instead, I turned my attention to the corporate acquisition papers in front of me.
These documents would finalize my purchase of the company that had fired me last year for being "too stupid."
The intercom buzzed.
"Mr. Weber, the quarterly report is here," my assistant said.
I nodded, and he left the report on my desk before exiting.
I looked up to see the Weber Enterprises sign now fully installed outside.
The intercom buzzed again.
"Mr. Weber, you have visitors," my assistant announced.
"Who are they?"
I asked.
"They say they're your friends from college," he replied.
I smiled slightly, a rare expression on my face these days.
"Let them in," I said.
The door opened, and three men entered: Landon, Lance, and Marcus.
We had been friends since college, and they were the only ones who knew about my past struggles and my current plans for revenge.
"Shane! It's been a long time!" they greeted me with warm smiles.
We shook hands, and I invited them to take seats in front of my desk.
They looked around the luxurious office with wide eyes.
"Wow, you've really made it big," Landon said.
"I know," I replied with a smile.
"We heard about your inheritance," Lance said.
"It's amazing how life can change so quickly."
"Yes," I agreed.
"But it's not just about the money. It's about making those who wronged me pay for their mistakes."
Marcus nodded in understanding.
"We're here to help you with that." "Thank you," I said sincerely.
"You're the only ones I trust."
I poured them each a glass of whiskey and handed it to them as we sat down at a table near the window.
"So, what's your plan?" Landon asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"I'm still working on it," I admitted.
"But I have a few ideas."
"Tell us," Marcus encouraged.
I leaned forward, a determined look on my face.
"I'm going to start by buying out all of Helen's assets. Then, I'll make sure she loses everything she has."
Lance nodded in agreement.
"That sounds like a good start."
"And then?"
Landon asked curiously.
"I'm going to expose the corrupt practices of the company that fired me," I said, my voice steady with resolve.
Lance raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"Go on," he urged.
I spread the papers across my mahogany desk, revealing the damning evidence I had uncovered.
These documents detailed years of tax fraud and worker exploitation at the very company that had once called me "stupid."
Marcus kept glancing at me between pages, his expression unreadable.
Lance and Landon reviewed the papers intently, their faces growing increasingly grim.
After a few moments, Lance and Landon excused themselves to take important calls.
Marcus lingered behind, his gaze fixed on me.
He moved to stand beside my chair, closer than he usually did.
His cologne wafted towards me, a familiar scent that brought back memories of our college days.
I looked up at him, sensing something different in his demeanor.
Marcus leaned down, his fingers brushing against my hand resting on the desk.
My pulse quickened at the unexpected touch.
"Shane, there's something I need to tell you," Marcus said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
I met his gaze, searching for the truth in his eyes.
"I've been working for the company that fired you," he confessed, his expression a mix of guilt and determination.
I pull my hand away from his touch, creating a distance between us.
Confusion and betrayal swirl inside me as I stand up and walk to the window, looking out at the city lights below.
Marcus remains seated at my desk, his eyes fixed on me.
The silence stretches between us like an unbridgeable chasm.
I think back to all the conversations we've had about that company, wondering if he was reporting back to them this whole time.
When I finally turn back to face him, Marcus has moved to stand behind me.
His familiar face now carries an edge of desperation in his eyes.
He reaches out to touch my shoulder, but I step aside, avoiding his grasp.
My voice is cold and distant as I speak.
"Tell me exactly when you started working there," I demand.
"From the very beginning," he admits, his voice barely audible.
I grip the edge of my desk, my knuckles white with tension.
Marcus takes a hesitant step towards me, his eyes pleading for understanding.
The city lights behind me cast his face in shadow, making it even harder to read his expression.
"I wanted to tell you," he begins, but I cut him off with a sharp laugh.
The leather of my chair creaks as I sink into it, maintaining the desk as a barrier between us.
Marcus runs his fingers through his hair—a nervous habit from our college days that I once found endearing but now fuels my suspicion.
He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a folded document.
My hands shake as I reach across the desk and grab the folded papers from his outstretched hand.
He flinches at my sudden movement but doesn't pull back.
The document is warm from being pressed against his chest in his jacket.
As I unfold the crisp pages, my eyes dart across company letterheads and signatures I recognize from my time there.
Marcus shifts his weight between feet, watching me intently as I read.
The familiar logo of my former employer mocks me from the top of each page.
I scan through the documents, my eyes catching on highlighted sections.
Marcus points to a specific paragraph, his finger trembling slightly as he touches the page.
The clause states that any wrongfully terminated employee is entitled to triple their annual salary plus stock options.
Given the company's current value, that settlement would be worth millions.
I cross-reference the dates with my termination papers, confirming that I fall within the specified time frame.
Marcus explains that he discovered this while secretly reviewing my case file, but I remain silent, calculating how to use this information.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me unless you saw it for yourself," Marcus says, his voice steady but tinged with urgency.
"Why didn't you just tell me before?" I ask, my eyes still glued to the document.
"I was trying to protect you, but I see now that keeping it from you only made things worse," he replies, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
I reach for my phone, keeping my gaze fixed on Marcus as he fidgets uncomfortably in his chair.
My fingers hover over my lawyer David Chen's contact, but I pause one last time to study Marcus's face.
Despite the betrayal, his discovery of these documents could be the key to destroying the company from within.
I press the call button and put the phone on speaker, watching Marcus flinch at each ring.
When David answers, I schedule an urgent meeting for tomorrow morning, making sure Marcus hears every word.
I turn to my laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard as Marcus shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
Opening a new email, I address it to each board member individually, their names bringing back bitter memories of my termination meeting.
The settlement documents Marcus provided lay spread across my desk, and I reference specific violations while typing.
My jaw clenches as I detail how they broke their own policies.
Marcus leans forward to read the screen, but I angle it away from him.
Though his betrayal stings, his evidence will help destroy them.
I lean back in my chair, watching the email status change to "Sent" while Marcus shifts uncomfortably across from me.
The office falls into tense silence, broken only by the soft hum of my computer.
When Marcus opens his mouth to speak, I raise a hand to stop him.
Instead, I turn my monitor around, showing him the email I just sent to the board.
His eyes widen as he reads my detailed accusations and the attached evidence he provided.
The color drains from his face when he reaches the part where I named him as my source.