After I Died A Tycoon Went Crazy Novels & Stories

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

The experienced interrogating officer, maintaining professional detachment, pressed harshly: "Then what? Did she call?" He spread his hands in an exaggerated gesture, performing a pathetic solo show. "She called! Crying her eyes out, snot and tears all over her, calling everyone! And you know what? Hahaha, the funniest damn thing I've ever heard! Nobody believed her! Either told her she was scamming them or just hung up on her annoying ass! Tsk tsk, even called that big-shot brother of hers. You know what he said? Told her if she wanted to die, she should hurry up and stop bothering people!" "CRASH!"

“If it weren’t for the fact that you got knocked up, there’s no way you would be able to get an invite to a high-end gala like this one.” Macy kept shut, even as anger pulsed in her belly. “You must have been happy when you found out the man you slept with all those years ago was a billionaire. Did you jubilate over the fact that you hadn’t aborted your bastard son, you utter whore?” A shocked gasped echoed from the guests at Annette’s crude words. “Annette.” Paul murmured quietly. “Mind your words.” Annette shot her brother a glare before facing Macy again. “Hm? Tell me. Are you glad you gave birth to a tycoon’s son?”

Just as I was sobbing uncontrollably, those magical little texts appeared again. [Oh, it's really heartbreaking to see. Hurry up and finish the story; your mother is waiting for you in the new world.] [She used up all her points to get this opportunity. Once your life ends here, you can immediately go to her side.] I forcefully wiped away my tears, sobbing softly, "Really? If I die... I can see my mother?" [Absolutely! Your mother knew you were suffering and couldn't come back, and she was frantic. She used up all her points to exchange for a reward from the system. Once your life ends here, you can immediately be teleported to her side to enjoy happiness!]

Just in case. MARK (POV ) I watched from the street as the lights in the penthouse went out. "They’re broken," I muttered to the driver. "The parents are done. The King is dead. The girl is at the bottom of a lake." "Then why do you look so worried, sir?" the driver asked. I looked at the charred remains of my cousin’s empire on my tablet. The stock was plummeting, just as we planned. We were about to be the richest men in the country.

Joffrey and Mateo didn't even hesitate. They hit the ground, rolling in the mud like desperate strays, their faces a mess—way more pathetic than I ever was. Even Nancy couldn't take it; she covered her face and bolted. Ruth got a kick out of it. In the end, they got my ashes. Too bad for them—I was never dead. The whole thing? Just an act. Ruth and the private hospital helped stage it, and while those two clowns spent days groveling outside, I was inside, sipping tea with Ruth and enjoying the show.

I echoed, the weight of it settling over us like a dark cloud. Tyce let out a loud exhale. “Terri’s hysteria… that must be why. It has to be. And look.” He nodded toward Joe, who was now rolling around in the bed moaning. “You know who would be freaking the fuck out right now? Someone that just watched their best friend get killed.” I nodded grimly. The moment hit far too close to home.

" I smiled faintly when I heard this. He said all of my stages of life correctly, starting with the desperation to escape from poverty... "You should also quit Mafia life now and settle down." I said. He just laughed. "Dude, I wish I could, but I don't have a girl that can drag me out from that dark world. Not after Lydia died. " He said sadly. I pat his back and pass him a smile. I couldn't say anything. I am not in the place to say anything about love. Tyler's girlfriend, Lydia died years ago. He promised her to leave the mafia world after marriage but she died on the day of their marriage and he was devastated.

“Looks like Mr. Tycoon didn’t run away at all! He needed at least ten minutes to recharge his account!” “I love you, Mr. Tycoon!” “I want to have babies with you, Mr. Tycoon!” After a short-lived silence, the entire platform blew up. Waves of screams and redeems came without any delay. Harvey’s private messages were immediately spammed with texts. Countless viewers and livestreamers were messaging him, trying to reach him. Safe to say, Mr. Tycoon had become the most famous person in the entire platform, surpassing the likes of Steven and Hazel!

The cabin, usually a place of ultimate luxury, felt like a pressurized glass coffin. Killian sat in the deep leather armchair, his eyes fixed on the digital recreation of his family tree glowing on the wall-mounted screen. He hadn't spoken since they left the South London workshop. The "Ice Tycoon" hadn't just returned; he had solidified into something harder, colder, and far more brittle.