Seventeen

JAX

Time flew by in a blur as I sculled down my sorrows with each glass of alcohol.

Today's events still remained fresh in my head. I could still vividly recollect the insults and vain words hurled at me by Stravis Walter.

Right now, I wish I could just get rich with the snap of my fingers.

Nothing mattered to me more right now than to make excessive wealth.

I want to be ten times richer than the Walters. I want to be so wealthy that even the rich and powerful would tremble and cower at the mention of my name.

Just my voice should be enough to make them stutter and pee on themselves.

I want nothing more than to teach rude, proud and obnoxious people like the Walters a big lesson of their lives.

Time and time again, I imagined the shock and embarrassment that would be glued on to Stravis' face the day I storm back into the house as Jax Storms, the billionaire.

She would be tongue tied, robbed of her speech and totally humiliated.

I would rub my wealth on her face the same way