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The Rise Of A Quintillionaire
设定:Shane Weber 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. Shane inherited immense wealth from his grandfather, shocking everyone. He was the heir to the only multi-quintillionaire 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. 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 badly? Will he succeed?
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Shane Weber
male. He is a young man who has experienced a life of poverty and hardship. He is resilient,determined,and vengeful. Shane's girlfriend leaves him for a richer man,and he is constantly belittled by his boss and others. Despite this,he inherits an immense fortune from his grandfather,becoming the heir to the world's only multiquintillionaire family. This newfound wealth gives him the power to exact revenge on those who wronged him.
Boss
male. He is Shane’s former employer at a construction company. He is cruel,dismissive,and exploitative. The boss constantly belittles Shane due to his poverty and lack of connections or wealth. His treatment of Shane contributes to the young man's determination to rise above his circumstances.
James
male. He is Lily's new boyfriend who is wealthy and influential. He is arrogant,manipulative,and condescending. James taunts Shane about his poverty and lack of prospects,further fueling Shane’s desire for revenge after he inherits wealth.
The world was unfair.
From birth, we are assigned a fate in life.
Some are born into wealthy families and enjoy the best that life has to offer.
Others are born into poverty and have to fight tooth and nail for every little thing.
I was one of the latter.
Born to a poor family, I lost my parents in an accident when I was six years old.
Their death meant that I had to grow up too quickly.
I had to work odd jobs from a young age to help support my grandparents, who were also struggling to make ends meet.
Despite everything that I had been through, I was determined to make something of myself.
I studied hard at school and got good enough grades to get into university.
Getting into university was only half the battle, however.
I still needed to find a way to pay for tuition.
I trudged back to my apartment, the weight of my boss's condescending gaze still lingering on my skin. The dimly lit hallway seemed to close in around me, the smell of stale air and worn carpet suffocating. I pushed open the door, the creaky hinges echoing through the small space. My eyes fell on the cluttered desk, the stacks of scholarship applications now replaced by a sense of determination.
I dropped onto the worn couch, the springs groaning beneath me. My gaze wandered to the old clock ticking away on the wall, its rhythmic beat a reminder that time was passing, slowly but surely. I thought about all the times I'd been belittled, all the doors slammed shut in my face. The fire burning within me grew, fueled by every injustice.
Suddenly, I was on my feet, pacing across the room. The worn soles of my shoes scuffed against the floor, a rhythmic accompaniment to my racing thoughts. I stopped in front of the small mirror hanging on the wall, my reflection staring back at me with a fierce intensity. I remembered the words of my boss, his sneer still etched on his face. "You'll never amount to anything, Shane."
My jaw clenched, teeth grinding together. I would prove him wrong. I would prove them all wrong. The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I turned away from the mirror. My eyes landed on the mailbox outside, where I'd deposited my scholarship applications just hours before.
A knock at the door broke the silence, and I spun around, my heart racing. Who could it be? The landlord again, asking for rent? A neighbor complaining about the noise? I hesitated for a moment before making my way to the door.
I flung it open, and a deliveryman stood before me, a package clutched in his hand. "Shane Weber?" he asked, his voice monotone.
I nodded, taking the package from him. The return address read "Law Offices of Smith and Associates." My heart skipped a beat as I tore open the envelope, a letter slipping out onto my palm.
"Dear Mr. Weber," it began. "We are pleased to inform you that you are the sole beneficiary of your grandfather's estate..."
I sat at my small kitchen table, the letter from my grandfather's estate spread before me, the words still sinking in. My eyes scanned the page, re-reading the sentences that had changed my life forever. I dialed the number for the Law Offices of Smith and Associates, my hand trembling slightly as I waited for someone to answer.
The phone rang, and a professional voice picked up on the third ring. "Law Offices of Smith and Associates, how may I assist you?"
I took a deep breath, trying to sound calm. "Hi, my name is Shane Weber. I received a letter from your office regarding my grandfather's estate."
There was a pause on the other end of the line before the voice responded. "Ah, yes, Mr. Weber. Congratulations are in order. You are indeed the sole beneficiary of your grandfather's estate."
I felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. "What does that mean, exactly? What are the next steps?"
The lawyer launched into a detailed explanation of the process, mentioning something about probate and asset distribution. I grabbed a pen and began jotting down notes on a notepad, my mind racing with possibilities.
As I listened, I couldn't help but think about all the ways my life was about to change. The university plans mentioned by the lawyer caught my attention - I had always dreamed of attending a prestigious school, but financial constraints had held me back.
I hung up the phone, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I stood up from the table, my eyes drifting towards the window as I walked over to it. The city skyline stretched out before me, a reminder of all the possibilities that lay ahead.
I gazed out at the towering skyscrapers, feeling a sense of ownership wash over me. This was my city now, and I was ready to take it by storm. My eyes narrowed as I thought about all the people who had doubted me, who had written me off as a failure.
I turned away from the window, my heart pounding in my chest. It was time to start making plans, to start taking back control of my life. I strode over to the kitchen counter, where a small notebook lay open.
I began scribbling down names - people who had wronged me, people who had underestimated me. My boss's name was first on the list, followed by my ex-girlfriend's.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to see my best friend, Alex, standing in the doorway.
"Shane, you look like you've seen a ghost," Alex said, concern etched on their face.
I waved the letter in the air, unable to contain my excitement. "You won't believe this, Alex. I'm inheriting my grandfather's estate!"
I sat at my kitchen table, phone in hand, and dialed the lawyer from Smith and Associates. The worn wooden surface beneath me seemed to creak in anticipation as I waited for the call to connect.
As the lawyer's voice came on the line, I jotted down notes about probate and asset distribution, my pen scratching against the paper with a sense of purpose. The lawyer's words flowed smoothly, explaining the process with a detached professionalism that only served to fuel my determination.
Meanwhile, I glanced at my list of those who wronged me, my resolve hardening with each name. My boss's condescending gaze flashed before my eyes, followed by my ex-girlfriend's betrayal. The fire burning within me grew, fueled by every injustice.
"I'd like to discuss funding my university education," I said, interrupting the lawyer's explanation. "Are there any potential scholarships or trusts that I could apply for?"
The lawyer's response was measured, outlining various options and possibilities. I listened intently, nodding as I scribbled down notes. The words "full ride" and "prestigious institutions" danced in my mind like tantalizing promises.
As the call drew to a close, I felt a sense of determination wash over me. I ended the call, setting the phone down with a deliberate click. My eyes locked onto the list of names before me, and I began researching universities with a newfound sense of purpose.
The soft glow of my laptop screen illuminated my face as I typed away, the keys clacking beneath my fingers with a sense of urgency. The world outside receded, leaving only the hum of my refrigerator and the thrum of my heartbeat.
Suddenly, I was on my feet, pacing across the room as ideas swirled in my mind. The worn soles of my shoes scuffed against the floor, a rhythmic accompaniment to my racing thoughts. I stopped in front of the small mirror hanging on the wall, my reflection staring back at me with a fierce intensity.
I would prove them all wrong. I would take back control of my life, and those who had doubted me would soon be eating their words.
As I turned away from the mirror, my eyes landed on the clock ticking away on the wall. Time was passing, slowly but surely. It was time to take action.
I stood up from the worn couch, the springs groaning beneath me, and made my way to the door. Alex followed closely behind, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of excitement and curiosity. We stepped out into the bright sunlight, the sounds of the city enveloping us like a warm embrace.
As we walked to the Law Offices of Smith and Associates, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous energy building inside me. The polished wood and leather chairs in the waiting area seemed to gleam with an air of sophistication, a far cry from the worn carpet and stale air of my apartment.
Mr. Smith, the lawyer, greeted us with a firm handshake and a warm smile. "Ah, Mr. Weber, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He led us to his office, the scent of fresh coffee wafting through the air.
The lawyer launched into a detailed explanation of the probate process, showing us documents and timelines that seemed to stretch on forever. I took notes diligently, feeling a mix of excitement and responsibility wash over me. Alex sat beside me, their eyes scanning the papers with interest.
As the meeting drew to a close, Mr. Smith handed me a thick folder filled with documents and information. "This should give you a good starting point, Mr. Weber. If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to reach out."
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the lawyer. "Thank you, Mr. Smith. I appreciate your time and guidance."
We left the office, stepping out into the bright sunlight once more. The sounds of the city seemed to grow louder, more vibrant, as we walked to a nearby café.
Over steaming cups of coffee, Alex and I pulled out our laptops, researching potential universities and application deadlines. I started filling out an application form, my fingers flying across the keyboard with a sense of determination.
"I'm going to do this, Alex," I said, my voice low and resolute. "I'm going to take back control of my life, and those who doubted me will soon be eating their words."
Alex nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with encouragement. "You got this, Shane. You're going to make them all proud."
As I typed away, the words flowing onto the screen with ease, I felt a sense of purpose building inside me. I was taking back control, one step at a time.
Alex leaned back in their chair, a thoughtful expression on their face. "You know, Shane, your grandfather always believed in you. Maybe this is his way of giving you the chance you deserve."
I paused, letting the weight of Alex's words sink in. "Yeah, maybe it is," I replied softly, feeling a renewed sense of connection to my grandfather's legacy.
I, Shane Weber, sat at the café table with Alex, filling out university applications. As I focused on the forms, Alex's hand brushed mine, sending a shiver of unexpected warmth through me. I paused, looking up to meet Alex's eyes, noticing a softness there I hadn't seen before.
We continued working, but the air between us felt charged. I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of these new feelings, yet grateful for Alex's unwavering support.
As we finished the last application, I reached for my coffee, my hand trembling slightly, and took a deliberate sip, grounding myself in the moment. The rich aroma filled my senses, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me.
The sounds of the café hummed around us - the clinking of cups, the murmur of conversations, and the occasional chime of a laptop notification. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm glow on our faces, illuminating the determined expressions we wore.
Alex leaned forward, their eyes locked onto mine. "You're doing great, Shane. You're taking control of your life."
I nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "I won't let anyone bring me down again. I'll make them all proud."
Just then, my phone buzzed on the table. I glanced down to see an unknown number flashing on the screen. My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Hello?" I said, my voice firm but cautious.
"Shane Weber?" a smooth voice replied. "This is Rachel from Elite University. We've received your application and would like to schedule an interview."
My heart raced as I exchanged a glance with Alex. This was it - my chance to take the first step towards reclaiming my life.
"I'd be happy to schedule an interview," I said, trying to sound confident.
"We'll send you a confirmation email with the details," Rachel replied. "Congratulations on taking this important step, Mr. Weber."
I ended the call, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. Alex's eyes sparkled with encouragement as I turned to them.
"It's happening," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the café's din.
Alex grinned, their face lighting up with excitement. "You got this, Shane."
As we high-fived, the sounds of the café seemed to fade into the background. The world outside receded, leaving only the thrum of my heartbeat and the promise of a new beginning.
