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The Forbidden Billionaire
Scenario:this story is about business and betrayal and schemes and theft and fights and lawsuits and charity and lies and sex and nudity and adultery and bdsm and power and government and politics and my name is mohamed abdi i am a car brand owner and car company owner and my companys name is revolt and i am 24 years old and i am muscular and i have tattoos and dark skin and i became the richest man on the planet by inventing cars that drives on water and the car name brand is Revolt Motors and the cars runs on water and can drive for long hours and then be filled with water in the fuel tank and my father abdinur abdi he is 49 years old and he has dark skin and my mother layla abdi she has dark skin and my sister munira abdi is 18 years old and she has dark skin and my brother mahad abdi is 23 years old and he has dark skin and my parents didnt think i would be successful at anything but i proved them wrong and i now have 600 billion dollars in my bank account and the money is growing fast
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Mohamed Abdi
He is the founder of Revolt Motors, a revolutionary car company that invented cars driving on water. He is ambitious, determined, and rebellious. Mohamed grew up facing skepticism from his parents about his potential success. Despite this, he worked tirelessly to prove them wrong. His ingenuity led to the creation of the world's first aquatic car, which became a massive hit. His wealth skyrocketed, making him the richest man on the planet at the age of 24.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed Abdi's father and a former government official in Somalia. He is traditional, skeptical, and stubborn. Abdinur initially doubted Mohamed’s capabilities and often scolded him for being too ambitious. However, he was eventually impressed by his son's achievements. Despite their different views on business and family, Abdinur maintained a complex relationship with Mohamed, often seeking to control the direction of Revolt Motors.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed Abdi's mother and a devoted homemaker. She is nurturing, supportive, and anxious. Layla often mediated between Mohamed and Abdinur during their conflicts. She secretly encouraged Mohamed's ambitions, hiding money in his lunch to help him pursue his dreams. Her emotional support played a significant role in Mohamed's journey to success.
I was born in Somalia, and my parents were not expecting me to be successful at anything.
When I was a kid, I used to tell them that I would become a billionaire when I grew up.
My father used to scold me and tell me not to daydream.
But I didn't stop dreaming.
I kept on dreaming until I became the richest man on the planet at the age of 24.
My name is Mohamed Abdi, and I am the founder of Revolt Motors, which is the number one car brand in the world.
I am 24 years old, dark-skinned, muscular, and tattooed.
I have tattoos all over my body because I love tattoos.
When I was growing up, my parents told me that tattoos were for thugs and prisoners.
I walk into the grand hall of Revolt Motors' headquarters, and I see a massive billboard of my face on the wall.
I am wearing a black suit and a white shirt.
I have a black tie around my neck, and I am holding a glass of water in my right hand.
The grand hall is filled with people.
There are employees of Revolt Motors, visitors from all over the world, and reporters from different news agencies.
Everyone is talking about me and taking pictures of me with their phones.
They are all saying that I am the luckiest man on earth because I was born in poverty but now I am the richest man on earth.
I walk up to the podium and greet everyone with a smile.
I start speaking to the reporters and tell them that we have invited them here today because we want to tell them about our new plans for Revolt Motors.
I tell them that we want to expand our business globally and open new factories in every country in the world. As I speak to the reporters, I remember the day when Elon Musk laughed at me because I told him that I had invented a car that could run on water.
He told me that it was impossible for a car to run on water because it would not generate enough energy to move the car forward.
But I proved him wrong by inventing a car that could run on water and travel at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour.
Now, six years later, Revolt Motors is in every corner of the world, and we are still expanding our business globally.
After speaking to the reporters, I step down from the podium and walk out of the grand hall while everyone claps for me.
After the press conference, I walk into my private R&D facility, which is located beneath Revolt Motors' headquarters.
The facility is filled with test engineers and designers who are working on our new car model.
The car model is called Revolt Aqua X, and it is an amphibious car that can transform into a submarine.
The Revolt Aqua X is standing in the middle of the facility, and it looks like a spaceship.
It has a silver body and black windows.
It has four wheels and two wings that can be folded up when it is not flying.
The car has a long nose and a flat back.
It has two doors on each side, and they open upwards like a Lamborghini's doors.
I walk up to the car and run my hand over its body.
I feel the smoothness of its surface and admire its beauty.
I walk around the car and see its features.
It has a big screen on the dashboard that shows all the information about the car's speed, fuel level, and navigation system. The car's interior is very luxurious.
It has leather seats and a wooden dashboard.
It has a big steering wheel with buttons on it that control the car's functions.
I sit down in the driver's seat and feel how comfortable it is.
I turn on the engine and hear its smooth sound.
I drive the car around the facility to test its speed and performance.
It drives very smoothly and quickly.
I am very happy with its performance, and I know that our customers will love it too.
After testing the car, I walk into my office to discuss our new project with my team of designers and engineers.
We sit down at a table and start talking about our new project.
We discuss how we can make our cars more efficient and environmentally friendly. We talk about using solar panels to generate electricity for our cars.
We also discuss using recycled materials to build our cars.
We want to make sure that our cars are safe for the environment and for our customers.
After discussing our new project, we start working on designing our new car model.
We use computer software to create a 3D model of our new car design.
We make sure that it looks good and is functional at the same time.
We also test its aerodynamics to make sure that it can drive fast without wasting too much fuel. After designing our new car model, we start building a prototype of it.
We use advanced technology to build it quickly and efficiently.
We gather our core engineering team in the underground testing facility, where the prototype is sitting under a black silk cover.
The walls are gleaming white, and the polished concrete floor creates the perfect backdrop for this moment.
Rashid stands beside me, tablet in hand, ready to demonstrate the technical specifications.
I grip the edge of the cover, building anticipation as thirty pairs of eyes focus on the hidden vehicle.
With a swift motion, I pull away the silk, revealing the sleek curves of our latest innovation.
The solar panels integrated into the hood catch the overhead lights, and the recycled carbon-fiber body showcases our commitment to sustainability.
The room erupts in applause, but my mind is already racing toward the next impossible dream.
I motion for the engineers to form a line, and Rashid hands out safety gear and clipboards with evaluation forms.
The first engineer, Sarah Chen, steps forward to take the driver's seat while I settle into the passenger side.
She adjusts the mirrors and runs through the pre-drive checklist I developed years ago.
The car's engine hums to life, powered solely by water and sunlight.
We cruise through the underground test track, taking measured turns while Sarah notes the handling response.
The recycled interior materials hold up well under testing conditions.
"Sarah, how does it feel compared to the Aqua X?" I ask, watching her focus intently on the road ahead.
"It's smoother, and the solar integration seems to boost acceleration," she replies, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Rashid leans forward from the back seat, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "And wait until you see what happens when we switch to submarine mode."
I grip the armrest as Sarah steers the prototype toward the dimly lit entrance of the water tunnel.
The concrete walls give way to reinforced glass panels, revealing the vast expanse of the underground test pool.
Water sensors on the dashboard start blinking, and I double-check the pressure gauges while Rashid taps rapidly on his tablet, monitoring all systems.
Sarah's hand hovers over the submarine mode activation switch, awaiting my final approval.
Ahead of us, the tunnel's fluorescent lights reflect off the calm surface of the water, creating an otherworldly glow.
My heart races - this is the moment we've been preparing for.
Four months after the successful test drive, I sit in my New York office, sipping cold water.
The Revolt Aqua X is now ready for global sale at $100,000 per unit.
On my wall screen, I watch live feeds from our dealerships worldwide.
Cars roll off trucks and into showrooms, where customers swarm them, eager to test their aquatic capabilities.
Sales figures flash on my screen - unprecedented demand from every country and island.
I lean back in my leather chair, satisfied with the progress.
My New York office is filled with screens displaying news channels from around the world.
Each channel and website has a breaking news headline: "Mohamed Abdi Becomes the World's First Trillionaire."
Reporters crowd outside my building, waiting for interviews.
I watch as celebrities and royals praise my achievement on live TV.
Billboards across cities flash my image with the headline "Trillionaire Mohamed Abdi."
My phone buzzes nonstop with congratulatory messages from billionaires worldwide.
I lean back in my chair, absorbing the reality of my new status.
Yet, amidst the accolades and flashing lights, I find myself contemplating the next frontier.
I sit at my mahogany desk, reviewing the latest market reports and financial news.
Suddenly, my assistant bursts in with an urgent look on his face.
"Sir, we have breaking news," he says, his voice filled with excitement.
The screens in my office flicker and switch to various financial channels.
I watch as news anchors report on a sudden crash in Tesla's stock price.
The headlines flash across the screens: "Tesla's Stock Plummets Amidst Global Economic Uncertainty."
I lean forward in my chair, intrigued by the sudden turn of events.
My phone rings, breaking the silence in my office.
I glance at the caller ID and see that it's Elon Musk himself.
I pick up the phone, curious about what he has to say.
"Hello, Elon," I say, my voice calm and composed.
"Hello, Mohamed," he replies, his voice strained with urgency.
"I need to talk to you about something important."
"Of course, what's on your mind?"
I ask, leaning back in my chair.
"I've been following your success with Revolt Motors," he says, his voice filled with admiration.
"You've done an incredible job building a global brand."
"Thank you, Elon," I respond, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.
"I've been thinking a lot about the future of transportation," he continues, his voice filled with passion.
"And I believe that we could revolutionize the industry together."
I listen intently as Elon pitches his idea for a partnership between Tesla and Revolt Motors. He talks about how we could combine our resources and expertise to create a new generation of electric vehicles that would change the world.
As he speaks, I can feel his enthusiasm and conviction.
But I also know that this is not just about business; it's about pride and ego.
Six years ago, Elon laughed me out of his office when I told him about my idea for a car that could run on water.
Now, he's coming to me with a proposal for a partnership.
I let him finish his pitch before responding.
"Elon, six years ago you laughed me out of your office," I say, my voice firm but calm.
"Today, I'm worth more than you'll ever be."
After ending the call with Musk, I pour myself a glass of Macallan 25 and walk to the floor-to-ceiling windows of my 100th-floor office.
The city stretches out before me, a sprawling tapestry of lights and steel.
I take a sip of the whiskey, savoring its smoothness as I gaze out at the view.
My mind drifts back to the cramped one-bedroom apartment where my family of five once lived.
I remember the smell of fresh injera bread wafting from the kitchen and the sound of my siblings' laughter filling the rooms.
Now, I have a penthouse overlooking Central Park, and my siblings live in mansions with private pools and tennis courts.
My phone buzzes on my desk, pulling me back to the present.
It's Mahad sending me photos from his new penthouse in Dubai.
He's standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window with a breathtaking view of the city skyline.
I can't help but smile as I look at the photo.
Munira texts me next, telling me that her tuition for Yale has been paid in full for the next four years.
She's going to be studying international relations and dreams of becoming a diplomat one day. My parents' new mansion just got more staff - they now have ten maids, two chefs, and three chauffeurs.
I touch the cool glass of the window, watching my reflection in its surface.
I'm still the same person - same dark skin, same bright smile - but now I'm wearing a $10,000 suit instead of hand-me-downs from Goodwill.
I take another sip of my whiskey and pull up the family group chat on my phone.
It's time to plan our weekly dinner together.
"Hey guys," I type into the chat.
"Who's free for dinner this weekend?"
I sit at my mahogany desk, reviewing the quarterly reports and financial statements of my various business ventures.
The soft glow of the computer screen illuminates the room, casting a warm light on the polished wood surfaces.
Suddenly, the door to my office opens, and Sarah walks in carrying a stack of papers.
She's wearing a fitted navy blazer and pencil skirt that accentuates her curves.
Her dark hair is pulled back into a neat bun, revealing her elegant neck.
As she approaches my desk, our eyes meet, and I feel a spark of electricity run through me.
She places the papers down in front of me and points to several sections that require my attention.
As she leans forward, her fingers brush against mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
I can smell the subtle scent of her perfume wafting through the air between us.
Neither of us moves to break eye contact, and I notice a slight flush creeping up her neck.
I lean back in my leather chair, maintaining eye contact with her as she finishes explaining the quarterly projections.
My heart pounds against my ribcage while I watch her delicate fingers trace across the spreadsheets.
The setting sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow across her face.
She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her hand trembling slightly.
The sexual tension between us is palpable, filling the room with an electric charge.
After a moment of charged silence, I adjust my tie and clear my throat to steady my voice.
"Sarah, there's something I've been meaning to discuss with you," I say, my voice steady but my heart racing.
She hesitates, her eyes searching mine, before replying softly, "I've been feeling it too, Mohamed."
I nod, taking a deep breath, "Then let's not ignore it any longer; we need to figure out what this means for us."
I watch her leave my office, the sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor echoing through the room.
The rest of the afternoon drags on, with me staring at contracts without really seeing them.
At 7 PM, I drive my Revolt Aqua X to Masa, an exclusive Japanese restaurant in the financial district.
Sarah arrives a few minutes later, wearing a black cocktail dress that hugs her curves and reveals a hint of cleavage.
Her hair is now loose around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.
We're led to a private booth in the back, away from prying eyes.
The waiter pours us sake while we engage in small talk about work and our personal lives.
But beneath the surface, we both know there's something more to discuss.
As we reach for the same piece of sushi, our hands brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
Sarah looks up at me, her eyes searching mine for answers.
"Do you think this is a mistake?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I shake my head slowly, holding her gaze, "No, I think it's the most honest thing I've felt in a long time."
She exhales softly, a smile playing on her lips, "Then let's see where this takes us, Mohamed."
In the dimly lit private booth at Masa, I study Sarah's delicate fingers intertwined with mine on the black lacquered table.
The sake has left a pleasant warmth in my chest, making me bolder.
She traces circles on my palm with her thumb, sending shivers down my spine.
Our half-eaten sushi sits forgotten as we lean closer.
The restaurant's soft music fades into background noise.
When Sarah's phone buzzes with a work notification, she silences it without looking, keeping her eyes locked on mine.
"You're not worried about what people at the office might say?" I ask, my voice low and steady.
She shakes her head, her eyes unwavering, "Let them talk; I've spent too long worrying about everyone else."
I smile, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders, "Then let's make this our own story, without any apologies."