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MidReal Story
The Rebirth of an Abandoned Dream
Scenario:Mace Kenmore has led a hard broken life, a poor orphan, and his girlfriend is leaving him for a richer prospect. But his fortune is about to change dramatically. Mace inherited immense wealth from his grandfather, shocking everyone. He was the heir to the only multi-Quadrillonaire family in the world. He endures constant criticism and judgment from those around him. He vowed that those who had labeled him a failure would eventually bow at his feet. Now, 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, Mace will get revenge on those who treated him badly. Will he succeed?
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Mace Kenmore
He is a previously penniless orphan who took on a job for financial stability. He is resilient, determined, and proud. Mace worked hard and lived under poverty, only to have his life transformed when he inherited a vast fortune from his reclusive grandfather. Despite being treated poorly by others due to his circumstances, Mace remains steadfast in his pride and character. His relationship with Sophia ends when she leaves for someone wealthier, but Mace finds solace in a newfound friendship with Jason.
Jason
He is Mace's childhood friend who remained by his side through hardship. He is loyal, supportive, and kindhearted. Jason stood by Mace when no one else would and shared many memorable experiences with him. After Mace's sudden inheritance, Jason is one of the few people who truly understands him. Together, they form a strong bond that provides emotional support and stability in Mace's life change.
Sophia
She is Mace's exgirlfriend who left him for someone wealthier. She is selfish, materialistic, and shallow. Sophia values money over people, and she consistently reminded Mace of his lack thereof. Her decision to leave him highlights her true character and the unspoken tension in their relationship. Though her departure brings sorrow, it also frees Mace from the burden of their relationship, allowing him to move forward.
I was a penniless orphan when I first met her.
I had to take on a part-time job to make ends meet after graduating from high school, and I was assigned to work at the hotel where she stayed.
She was beautiful and kind, or so it seemed.
We talked and got familiar with each other, and before long, we became boyfriend and girlfriend.
However, I soon realized that she liked to stay with me only because of my handsome face and not because of who I was as a person.
She would often complain about my lack of money and how poor I was, which made her seem more like a gold-digger than a girlfriend.
Despite that, I loved her deeply and was willing to tolerate whatever she said and did.
I thought that as long as I had her by my side, I wouldn’t mind going through any difficulties in life.
However, it seemed like fate didn’t want us to be together.
One year later, she suddenly told me that she wanted to break up.
The reason was that she had met someone else who was wealthier and could provide her with a better life.
I tried my best to convince her to stay, but all my efforts were in vain.
I gathered all my belongings from the apartment we shared and packed them into cardboard boxes.
There was a framed photo of us on the table, which I picked up and placed face-down in the trash can.
Through the window, I could see her new Mercedes parked downstairs, a gift from her wealthy boyfriend.
I folded my last shirt and put it into the box.
My hands were shaking uncontrollably, but I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
Jason, my best friend, came over to help me carry the boxes to my beat-up Honda.
He didn’t say anything, but his presence was enough to comfort me.
After loading all the boxes into the car, I went back to the apartment and left my key on the kitchen counter.
Then I walked out of the door without looking back.
"Do you think you'll ever forgive her?" Jason asked as we drove away.
"I don't know," I replied, staring at the road ahead. "But I just found out she never really loved me—she was using me to get close to my father."
After unloading the last box at Jason's place, I collapsed onto his worn leather couch and stared at the ceiling fan.
Jason came out of the kitchen with two beers in his hand and handed one to me.
He sat down on the couch next to me and took a long sip from his bottle.
"I saw an ad for a music festival in Colorado next weekend," he said, turning to look at me.
"Let's just drive. No plans, no responsibilities. Your grandfather's lawyers can wait."
The idea of escaping everything for a while was tempting.
I thought about the stack of inheritance paperwork waiting for me at the lawyer's office, about Sophia's perfectly curated social media posts with her new boyfriend.
I took a long sip from my beer, then pulled out my phone and sent a request to my manager at the hotel for a week off.
I woke up to the sound of Jason's alarm blaring from his bedroom.
My head was pounding, and I could feel the effects of last night's drinking still lingering in my system.
I slowly sat up on the couch, my eyes scanning the room.
The coffee table was littered with empty beer cans, and my phone was lying next to them.
I picked it up and checked the screen.
There were three missed calls from an unknown number and a text message from the lawyers' office reminding me that I needed to sign some paperwork as soon as possible.
I groaned and rubbed my temples, trying to ease the throbbing headache.
Jason came out of his bedroom, already dressed for work.
"Hey, man," he said, looking at me with a concerned expression.
"How are you feeling?"
I let out a sigh and ran a hand through my hair.
"I'm okay," I replied, my voice hoarse from sleep.
"Just a little hungover."
Jason nodded sympathetically.
"Well, I have to get to work," he said, grabbing his keys from the table.
"But don't forget about our Colorado trip next weekend. We're going to have a blast."
I smiled weakly at him and nodded my head in agreement.
After he left, I slowly got up from the couch and made my way to the bathroom.
I splashed some water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles underneath them.
I looked like I hadn't slept in days.
I sighed and turned on the shower, stepping under the warm water.
As I washed away the remnants of last night's drinking, I couldn't help but think about Sophia again.
I wondered what she was doing right now, who she was with.
Was she thinking about me too?
After getting out of the shower, I put on some clothes and made myself a cup of coffee.
I sat down on the couch and pulled out my phone again, this time checking my email for any updates from work or the lawyers' office.
As I scrolled through my inbox, I noticed an email from an unknown sender with no subject line.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened it up to read its contents. The email was brief and to the point, stating that they had information about Sophia that they wanted to share with me in person.
They asked me to meet them at a coffee shop downtown later that day if I was interested in hearing what they had to say.
I hesitated, unsure if I should go.
Jason called just then, his voice crackling through the speaker.
"Hey, I forgot to mention—some guy was asking about you at the bar last night. Said he had something important to tell you."
I sit at my kitchen table, staring at the stack of papers in front of me.
The two lawyers, dressed in their expensive suits, sit across from me and explain the process of transferring my inheritance into my name.
They point to the sticky tabs marking where I need to sign.
I pick up my pen and hover it over the first signature line.
As I scan the pages, my eyes widen at the figures listed on them.
It's more money than I can even comprehend.
The lawyers glance at each other when they notice me pausing to read the documents.
I'm sure they're thinking that I'm hesitating, but really, I'm just trying to process what this means for my future.
With quick, decisive strokes, I sign each page, officially making me the richest man in the world.
The lead lawyer hands me a business card with the bank information on it.
I stare at the black and gold card in my trembling hands while the lawyers pack their briefcases.
The platinum K catches the light, mesmerizing me.
"This is the Kenmore Black card," he explains.
"It's the only one of its kind. There's no spending limit on it. You can use it anywhere in the world."
He hands me a leather portfolio with my name embossed on it.
"Inside this folder, you'll find information about your assets. There are three private islands in the Caribbean, five mega yachts docked in Monaco, and penthouses in every major city around the world. You also have a fleet of rare cars at your disposal."
The other lawyer pulls out his tablet and shows me pictures of my grandfather's main estate in Switzerland.
My mouth goes dry as I see the massive château nestled in the Alps.
After the lawyers leave, I sit alone at my kitchen table, turning the Black card over in my hands.
The enormity of what I've just inherited is surreal.
I grab my phone and dial Jason's number.
My finger hovers over the call button for a few seconds before I press it.
When he answers, I struggle to form words.
"Jason," I blurt out.
"I'm a quadrillionaire. I own private islands and yachts and châteaus."
There's a long pause on the other end of the line.
Finally, Jason lets out a low whistle.
"What are you going to do now?"
I glance down at the photos of the château spread across my table.
"I'm flying to Switzerland tonight."
I hang up, feeling the weight of a new world settling on my shoulders.
I pull up my laptop and book two first-class tickets to Switzerland on a private jet.
I enter the Black card information, my heart racing as I wait for the transaction to go through.
It's approved instantly - no declined payment like so many times before.
The confirmation email pops into my inbox, and I print out the boarding passes.
There's a knock on my door, and I open it to find Jason standing there with a hastily packed duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
His eyes widen as he takes in the spread of papers and photos on my kitchen table.
He picks up the photo of the château and lets out another low whistle.
"Is this where we're going?"
I nod, handing him his boarding pass.
"We leave at midnight."
Jason grins, clapping me on the back.
"I've always wanted to fly first class."
I grab my own bag and the leather portfolio while Jason loads the car.
I sit at my desk, reviewing the flight details while Jason paces excitedly around my apartment.
The first-class tickets show an 11:45 PM departure from LAX to Zurich, with a car service arranged to take us to the château.
I double-check that our passports are packed and pull up the weather forecast for Switzerland - sunny but cool in the Alps.
My hands still tremble slightly as I fold the papers into my carry-on.
Jason stops pacing to examine the photos of the château again, pointing out the massive windows and stone architecture.
I sit in the back of the luxury car service to the airport, watching city lights blur past the tinted windows.
Jason keeps fidgeting with his passport beside me, clearly as nervous as I am about our midnight flight.
The leather seats still have that new car smell, and the driver hasn't said a word since picking us up.
My phone buzzes - another missed call from Sophia.
I silence it without looking and slip the Black card from my wallet, running my thumb over its smooth surface.
The plane reaches cruising altitude, and I lean back in the plush first-class seat, still trying to process the day's events.
Jason dozes off beside me, his dark chocolate hair falling across his forehead as his head tilts toward my shoulder.
The flight attendant brings our requested champagne, and I notice Jason's unbuttoned collar reveals matching chest hair peeking through.
I glance out the window at the clouds below, my thoughts drifting to the mysterious château we're heading toward.
Suddenly, the plane hits turbulence, jolting us both awake.
Jason startles awake, his hand instinctively grabbing my arm.
His warm grip lingers a beat longer than necessary before he pulls away, clearing his throat.
I pretend to focus on the view outside the window while my heart races unexpectedly.
Jason shifts in his seat, glancing at me with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"Do you think the rumors are true about the treasure hidden there?"
I take a deep breath, meeting his gaze. "That's what we're about to find out."