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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 struggled with poverty and the foster system but never gave up. His life takes a dramatic turn when he learns of his wealthy grandfather's will, making him one of the youngest billionaires. Despite criticism and past hardships, Shane is determined to use his inheritance to help others and exact revenge on those who wronged him.
Isabel Stone
She is a socialite with connections to Shane’s world. She is manipulative, ambitious, and calculating. Isabel seeks to marry into the wealthy Weber family after learning of Shane’s inheritance. Her attempts to woo Shane are driven by her desire for status and influence. However, her past actions include treating foster children cruelly, including Shane. This links back to one of Shane’s key motivations for using his wealth effectively and seeking revenge.
Loren Parker
She is Shane's exgirlfriend who left him for someone wealthier. She is selfish, shallow, and dismissive. Her breakup with Shane was brutal, as she prioritized her own ambitions over their relationship. Despite her past with Shane, she returns seeking help due to financial struggles, only for Shane to reject her. Her history with Shane serves as a catalyst for his transformation, allowing him to refocus on helping others and exacting revenge on those who mistreated him.
I was an orphan and had been put into foster care.
I was just a kid when my mom dropped me off at the local shelter, promising to be back for me by dinner.
I waited for her until midnight, but she never came back.
The next morning, I was placed into foster care.
That was the last time I ever saw or heard from her.
My new foster family took in kids like me for the paycheck, not because they actually gave a shit about raising us.
They made sure we had food and a roof over our heads, but that was it.
They were cold and unkind, making sure we knew we were only there for the extra money they received from the government.
I was just one of many kids they took in over the years, but I never gave up hope that one day my mom would come back for me.
When I turned eighteen, I left that house and never looked back.
I struggled on my own, working minimum wage jobs just to make ends meet.
I had applied for student aid and grants, hoping to get a loan or scholarship to go to college, but I was denied.
I didn’t have the best grades, nor was I a star athlete.
I also didn’t have any connections.
After another long and exhausting shift at the diner, I made my way to my mailbox.
I had a stack of bills, junk mail, and one official-looking envelope from Morrison & Associates Law Firm.
I took the mail and trudged up the stairs to my apartment.
I set the bills down on the counter and opened the envelope from the law firm.
Inside was a formal letter that read:
Dear Ms. Weber,
It is with great regret that I am writing to inform you that your grandfather, William Weber, has passed away.
He has named you as his sole heir and beneficiary of his estate.
I would like to request a meeting with you to discuss the details of his will and the inheritance he has left you.
Please come to my office tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM sharp.
If you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact me.
Sincerely,
James Morrison
I sat down on my threadbare couch and read the letter again and again, trying to process what it said.
My hands were shaking as I held the letter in my hand.
A grandfather?
I had a grandfather?
How could this be?
I never knew I had a grandfather. I thought about all the times I had asked my foster parents about my family, but they never told me anything.
They always said that they didn’t know anything about my mom or her family.
But now it seemed that they had lied to me.
I wondered if they had known all along that I had a grandfather, but they just didn’t care enough to tell me.
I thought about all the times I had wished for a real family, for someone who cared about me and wanted me in their life.
And now it seemed that I had a grandfather who cared about me enough to leave me his entire estate.
But why did he wait so long to reach out to me?
Why did he wait until he was dead?
I felt a lump form in my throat as I thought about all of this.
I didn’t know what to think or how to feel.
All I knew was that everything was changing and nothing would ever be the same again. The next morning, I woke up early and got ready for my meeting with James Morrison.
As I was getting dressed, I could hear the sound of a TV blaring through the thin walls of my apartment building.
I could make out some words here and there, but mostly it was just static noise in the background.
As I was putting on my shoes, I heard something that made me freeze in place.
I sat down on the couch and mechanically spooned cold soup into my mouth as I watched the evening news.
The anchor was talking about a woman who had been found unconscious in an alleyway near St. Mary's Shelter.
The police were still investigating the incident, but they believed that the woman had been attacked by someone.
The anchor then showed a photo of the woman, which was blurry and grainy.
She was lying on the ground with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open.
She had brown hair and was wearing a faded blue dress.
She looked to be in her mid-forties.
The anchor said that the police were still trying to identify the woman and that they were asking anyone with information to come forward.
As I watched the photo of the woman, something about her seemed familiar.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something about her that made me feel like I had seen her before.
And then it hit me.
That was where mom left me all those years ago.
I had never seen a picture of my mom, but this woman looked exactly how I had imagined her in my mind all these years. My spoon clattered against the bowl as I set it down on the coffee table.
I stared at the TV screen in shock, trying to process what I was seeing.
Could it be?
Was this really my mom?
I felt like I was going to pass out from shock.
Just then, there was a sharp knock at my door.
I got up and walked over to answer it, but before I could reach for the doorknob, I heard a voice call out from behind it.
"Hey, heard about the inheritance. Need a ride to the lawyer tomorrow?"
It was Alex from next door.
He was still wearing his security guard uniform from work and he looked tired but friendly.
"Thanks, Alex," I replied, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.
"I'd appreciate that."
I grabbed my worn leather jacket and followed Alex to his car, a beat-up old Honda Civic.
As he drove, I sat in the passenger seat and stared out the window, still trying to process what I had just seen on the news.
After a few minutes of driving, we arrived at a large office building downtown.
Alex parked the car and I got out, thanking him for the ride.
I took a deep breath and looked up at the building in front of me.
It was a sleek glass skyscraper with shiny metal accents and a gleaming silver roof.
I felt small and insignificant compared to this massive structure.