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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
and determined. Shane grew up in an orphanage, facing poverty and judgment. His exgirlfriend left him for someone wealthier. When he inherited his grandfather's vast fortune, his life transformed dramatically. Shane struggled with people's perceptions of him but vowed to reclaim his place. He bought a mansion, helped his exgirlfriend's new husband, and faced his former love's husband, who was also Shane's adopted brother.
Edward
and selfcentered. Edward resents Shane for existing and mocks him as a "wolf in sheep's clothing." He had an affair with Penelope, betraying Shane. When Penelope revealed Edward’s betrayal, he married her to cover his tracks. Edward later confronted Shane at a restaurant but underestimated Shane’s determination and wealth, leading to a public confrontation that exposed Edward’s deceit and familial rivalry.
Gideon
and possessive. Gideon welcomed Penelope back after she discovered Shane’s inheritance. He wanted to use this opportunity to win over Shane’s wealth for himself. However, he underestimated Shane’s resolve and determination. Gideon faced humiliation when he failed to intimidate Shane at a restaurant but later confronted him again with armed security, showcasing his desperation and ambition to reclaim control over the situation.
I was an orphan and had been living a very hard and poor life.
My girlfriend left me for a guy who was richer than me.
She said I was too poor for her and that I didn't deserve her.
I was heartbroken, but I knew I would get over her someday.
Little did I know, my life was about to take a dramatic turn.
My grandfather, whom I had never met or heard of, was one of the richest men in the world.
He owned everything and had more money than he knew what to do with.
When he passed away, his money and assets were left to me.
I went from being one of the poorest people in the world to being one of the richest overnight.
It was hard for people to understand and accept, but I knew that eventually they would all come crawling back to me.
Those who called me names and said I wasn't good enough would be begging at my feet for mercy and forgiveness.
The first person I wanted to get revenge on was my ex-girlfriend's new husband.
He was a materialistic and selfish man who didn't care about anyone but himself.
I bought a mansion right across the street from him just so I could see him every day and rub it in his face.
I sat in the lawyer's office, still trying to process everything that had happened.
The room was large and ornate, with mahogany paneling and a massive desk that seemed to stretch on forever.
The lawyer, a middle-aged man with a kind face, sat behind the desk and looked at me with sympathetic eyes.
"I know this is a lot to take in," he said gently.
"But I assure you, everything will be okay. You are now one of the richest men in the world."
I nodded slowly, still trying to wrap my head around it all.
I had always known that I came from a wealthy family, but I had never imagined that I would inherit such a vast fortune.
The lawyer slid a stack of papers across the desk towards me.
"These are all the documents you need to sign," he explained.
"They outline your inheritance and all of the assets that have been left to you."
I took the papers and began to flip through them.
Page after page listed different properties and investments, each one more impressive than the last.
There were three private islands in the Caribbean, a fleet of mega yachts docked in Monaco, and penthouses in every major city around the world. As I read through the documents, my hands began to shake with excitement.
I couldn't believe that all of this was mine now.
The lawyer noticed my reaction and smiled kindly at me.
"It's a lot to take in," he said again.
"But don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough."
He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small box.
"This is for you," he said, sliding it across the desk towards me.
I opened the box and found a metallic blue card inside.
It was a Citibank card, but it looked different from any credit card I had ever seen before.
The card was adorned with gold trim and had a distinctive platinum W emblem on it.
"This card has no limit," the lawyer explained.
"You can use it to buy anything you want, whenever you want. And don't worry about running out of money - there's no limit on this card."
I picked up the card and turned it over in my hand, feeling its weight.
It was heavier than a normal credit card, and it felt solid and substantial in my hand. "Thank you," I said to the lawyer, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him for helping me through this difficult time.
He smiled at me again and nodded his head.
"You're welcome," he said.
I stared at my phone as it buzzed with Alex's number.
My old roommate from the orphanage, who'd stuck by me during the worst times, wanted to help.
I hesitated, remembering how he'd warned me about Penelope's true nature months ago.
Through the window of the lawyer's office, I watched traffic crawl by on the busy street below, considering his offer.
Alex knew the pain of being judged by wealth - he'd worked his way up from nothing to become a financial advisor.
My finger hovered over the answer button as memories of our shared past flooded back.
I pressed "accept," ready to rewrite the story of my life with someone who had always believed in me.
Sitting in my new Rolls Royce outside the lawyer's office, I scroll through my contacts, pausing at the names of my closest friends from the orphanage.
Jake, who shared his food with me when I was hungry.
Mark, who taught me to fix cars so I could earn money.
The twins Landon and Lance, who protected me from bullies.
My thumb hovers over Jake's number first.
These were the only ones who stuck by me when everyone else, including Penelope, turned away.
The leather seat creaks as I lean back, remembering how they supported me through my darkest days.
"Hey, Jake," I said as he picked up, my voice steady but filled with anticipation.
"Wow, is that really you?" Jake replied, surprise and warmth evident in his tone.
"Yeah, it's me," I confirmed, a smile spreading across my face. "I have something big to tell you."
"I'm just a block away. Meet me at Café Milano."
I pull into the parking lot of Café Milano, the small café where Jake and I used to split day-old pastries when we were broke.
Through the window, I spot Jake at our old corner table, wearing the same worn leather jacket from our orphanage days.
He stands as I enter, his eyes widening as he takes in my tailored suit.
We embrace like brothers, and for a moment, it feels like no time has passed.
Over steaming cups of coffee, I slide a folder across the table to him.
It contains investment papers for a new tech startup he's been considering.
Jake opens the folder, his hands trembling slightly as he scans the pages.
After a few moments, he looks up, tears shining in his eyes.
Reaching for his wallet to pay for the coffee, I stop him with a firm hand on his arm.
"Let me get this," I say, my voice filled with gratitude.
Jake and I sit in silence for a moment, the weight of what just happened sinking in.
His weathered hands still grip the investment papers, while steam rises from our untouched coffee cups.
The ambient chatter of the café fades into the background as Jake wipes his eyes with his sleeve, trying to maintain composure.
I pull out my new metallic blue card and wave over the waitress.
"Bring us your most expensive bottle of champagne," I instruct her with a smile.
Jake begins to describe his vision for the tech startup - a security system that would protect other orphaned kids from falling prey to exploitation.
His passion is palpable, reminding me why I chose him as my first investment.
As the waitress returns with the champagne, I realize this is just the beginning.