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A Trillionaire in University 13. Wounds and Warriors
Chapter thirteen: Wounds and WarriorsDeath, as they say, is a part of the circle of life. Whoever is born will some day die, unless, of course, you're some sort of alien who snuck into earth or a creature of the night like a vampire. But alas, life isn't a Hollywood fantasy movie with mythical beings and eternal youth. In the real world, death is a reality that we must face, just as I did when my father passed away. Despite clinging to hope for his recovery, the harsh truth eventually settled in—he was gone.The world had moved on and nobody was waiting for my family to grief this great loss. Life pushed on, dragging us along with it, like debris caught in a swift current. Despite the heaviness in my heart, I knew I had to return to school. It was nearing the end of freshman year, and there were academic responsibilities waiting for me.I was by my locker when David, my ex rushed towards and offered to carry my backpack. I felt a bit of irritation. "My dad may have died, but my han
A Trillionaire in University 14. Prom: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly!
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A Trillionaire in University 15. How I met the rude elevator jerk.
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A Trillionaire in University 16. On the wrong side of the law.
Chapter sixteen: On the wrong side of the law.As I entered the waiting room, I was met with a scene of chaos. Contestants, like me, were scattered around, their faces twisted with frustration and anger. Their inventions had also been stolen. The poor overworked secretary was trying to calm us down as we demanded to speak to the management. I could almost hear her inner thoughts: "I don't get paid enough for this shit," she must have been thinking, as she dealt with one disgruntled inventor after another.I was already so stressed and tired of being angry. Sitting on an iron chair, I let out a loud yawn.“You must be Jessica Raye Kardashian, the winner of this competition,” the girl beside me said. She had a peculiar accent, probably from Australia. She also had a special aura that I can’t quite describe."I'm Jessica Raye," I replied with a tired smile. "And as for the competition, it seems more like a scam at this point, doesn't it?""Yeah, it’s a fraud," she replied with a sigh. "I
A Trillionaire in University 17. Double life at Karnegie Country club
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A Trillionaire in University 18. Flirting with danger
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A Trillionaire in University 19. Living two different lives.
Chapter 19: Living two different lives.Living a double life was proving to be more challenging than I ever imagined. By day, I played the role of a humble waitress, serving tables alongside my best friend, Rachel. But as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon, I shed my apron and slipped into the world of the elite, rubbing shoulders with the wealthy and privileged. During the day, I was Jessica Raye, the hardworking waitress, but by nightfall, I transformed into someone entirely different—a sophisticated socialite, mingling effortlessly with the upper crust. It was a charade, a masquerade of sorts, and I was the master of disguise.But, I felt so guilty and uncertain. Was I deceiving others, or was I deceiving myself? With each passing day, the line between reality and fiction blurred further, and I found myself questioning my own motives. Yet, I couldn't deny the thrill of living on the edge. It was exhilarating, intoxicating even. "You're just living your best life," I'd whisper
A Trillionaire in University 20. A surprising date with danger.
Chapter twenty: A surprising date with danger.Do you remember that a big company, Xeto Technologies stole my app, BrainBoost and made a dumb counterfeit? If you were paying attention, you would remember. Well, since then, we have reorganized and made a proper plan to get justice. Our first course of action was awareness. We wanted to make sure everyone knew that the Albert Einstein Competition was a complete scam.On Wednesdays, we would carry placards and cardboard with slogans written on them like: “Return what you stole!”, “Pay us our money!”, “Down with Capitalism!”Sometimes, we would even march around in front of the building.All our efforts were turning out to be in vain. At first, news channel were coming to capture footage and interview us. But they suddenly stopped. I guess they got tired of us or maybe someone important paid them off. I’ll never understand why. We were slowly becoming a mere nuisance. Xeto Technologies had stationed very muscular security guards at the ga
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