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Mister Money: Inheritance and Love

At Houston University's elite campus in Mayfair City, two worlds collide through the lives of Gerald Martinez and Danny Blackwood. Gerald, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, navigates the marble halls in his thrift store clothes while his dark curls frame a face hardened by necessity. His worn sneakers echo differently against the polished floors than the Italian leather of his classmates. Danny Blackwood represents everything Gerald isn't—trust fund privilege wrapped in designer suits, a Patek Philippe gleaming on his wrist as he slides into his Lamborghini. The heir to a financial empire, Danny moves through university life with the casual arrogance of someone who's never known want. The catalyst for their collision is Xavier Chen, Gerald's former girlfriend who traded love for luxury when she realized Gerald's potential couldn't match her appetite for Hermès bags and Christian Louboutin heels. Now draped on Danny's arm, she's everything Gerald lost and everything Danny effortlessly possesses. Caught between them stands Naomi Ashworth, the conglomerate heiress whose friendship with Gerald puzzles their social circle. While Alice Montgomery, the school's untouchable beauty goddess, watches from her pedestal alongside Danny's inner circle—Yuri and class president Blondie—Gerald finds support in his dormitory under Rick's guidance and his loyal friend Clinton. As tensions escalate between the dormitories—Rick's working-class fortress and Ivar's white-haired kingdom of privilege—the university becomes a battleground where relationships fracture along lines of wealth, loyalty, and ambition. In Mayfair City's first-class restaurants and boutiques, every interaction carries the weight of class warfare disguised as college drama.
Xoxo_2025 · 15.2K Views

BEST WAY TO RECOVER MONEY FROM SCAM DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY

WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Selling Bitcoin (BTC) on a peer-to-peer exchange can be a lucrative venture, but it also comes with significant risks that every seller should be aware of. I experienced this firsthand when I attempted to sell $28,000 worth of Bitcoin. The buyer provided what seemed to be "payment confirmation" screenshots, and trusting the process, I released the Bitcoin. Unfortunately, I later discovered that the bank transfer was fake. To my dismay, the escrow service of the platform turned out to be complicit in the scam, resulting in a substantial financial loss for me. In my search for help, I came across Digital Tech Guard Recovery, a firm specializing in cryptocurrency fraud recovery. They quickly identified my case as part of a larger fraud ring that had been operating under the radar. The team at Digital Tech Guard Recovery utilized advanced blockchain analysis techniques to trace patterns and connections among various fake buyer accounts, all linked to the same operator. This meticulous investigation revealed a network of deceit that had ensnared many unsuspecting sellers like myself. Digital Tech Guard Recovery didn't stop at just identifying the fraud; they collaborated with law enforcement agencies to track down the individual behind the scam. By leveraging identity verification leaks from various exchanges, they were able to pinpoint the scammer's identity and location. This proactive approach ultimately led to the arrest of the perpetrator while attempting to cash out at a regulated exchange. Thanks to the relentless efforts of Digital Tech Guard Recovery, I was able to recover all of my lost funds, totaling $28,000. This has made me much more cautious in my future transactions. I now only use platforms that implement robust identity verification processes, a practice strongly advocated by Digital Tech Guard Recovery. It is crucial to remain vigilant and informed in the ever-evolving landscape of cryptocurrency trading. Scammers are becoming increasingly sophisticated, and the consequences of a single oversight can be devastating. If you find yourself in a similar situation or want to recover any lost digital assets, I highly recommend reaching out to Digital Tech Guard Recovery for assistance.
Mason_Isaac · 1.3K Views

Extra's Money System: Money from Distrust, Skills from Lies

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”
Gompank · 1.6K Views
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