The S Class I Raised Novels & Stories

I tell him, and everybody in the class chuckles and gasps at my audacity. "I know you're feeling this big because of your status as the son of the richest eccentric billionaire in the city, but trust me, you won't get away too long with this, Damon. Don't think because your heritage is very good and royal it means you are going to get everything easy in your life," Mr. Martins says, and it forces me to stop a few meters away from my seat. I slowly turn around to look at him with a wild smile. "Oh wow, does this mean you're actually jealous of what I have?" I ask, and everyone gasps.

They never could. “She wants you to marry Samantha. A socialite. Someone from your ‘class,’” I said, tears finally breaking free and streaming down my cheeks. “While I am just… what am I? Do I even have a class? Both my parents are dead; I have no legacy. To her, I’m just a shadow in your world.” He stood abruptly, walking over to me and leaning across the metal table to stare down at me. The shadows under his eyes looked like bruises. He reached out, his hand covering mine on the cold surface, his touch the only warm thing in the room.

"Look at you, you useless, pathetic cheapskate. You used expired medicine just to save a buck, and you bought a wheelchair that's ready for the scrap heap! I must've been cursed to end up with a man like you!" Iris panted heavily, as if she had just found an outlet for her hatred. "I'll be brutally honest with you. I've been seeing someone else for a while now! He's young, handsome, gentle, and considerate. Most importantly, I already bought a penthouse at Quantum Heights in full, and it's under his name!

Hers was a class of absolute truants and irresponsible children of the rich but they also absolutely couldn't be offended. Whether they were truants or not, their parents were the top 1% of the society, they still had to treat them like every other student. Sia adjusted her sleeping position, choosing not to think about it anymore. Samantha had already personally dealt with the girls and she knew the latter who somehow knew who had sent the girls. From that point onwards, it was all Samntha’s business.

“Oh, Jason, you shouldn’t have! This is so expensive!” Despite her remark, she was clutching the car key tightly in her hand and had no intention of returning it to Jason. Of course, Jason sensed this and said, “Honestly, Uncle and Claire are driving the lower class BMW 5 Series, their combined total doesn’t even exceed a million. This S500 is so much better and luxurious than theirs, I think you are very suited to drive the classy Mercedes Benz. It is my little token of affection, so, please accept it.” Elaine was over the moon! She was the stereotypical representative of the kind of a snobbish and greedy mother-in-law!

LEON’S POV I sat with the engine running and looked at the car in the driveway. A black Mercedes. S-Class. The same model my father had been driving for the past three years, changed annually, always the same colour, always the same model, because Carter Romano was a creature of habit in the small things even when the large things were chaos. The plates confirmed it. My father was inside that house. I turned the engine off slowly. Beside me Kate was very still, waiting, giving me the space to process without filling it with words. She had gotten good at that. Better than most people I had known far longer.

I would not have hesitated to break his bones inch by inch but he was smart enough to recognize the change in me instantly. For the first time in years I actually loved my sweet ride, a Mercedes C300 4Matic, it was coated in black and the plate number had my name on it. "Elena" captioned boldly on it. I felt satisfied at once. It was with it. After all, being rich comes with its perks. I have taken driving classes ever since I was 16 and last year I had my license, it was kept in the car so u did not need to rummage around before finding it.

I was angry again but this time Kwame understood why I was mad at him and bought me a Mercedes Benz c- class to comfort me even though he couldn't stop bragging about how strong his genes for all his babies to take after. Anyway, life has been good so far and I can’t complain. We have three beautiful kids we are trying so hard not to spoil but, we are failing miserably especially with my in-laws in the picture. They are helping spoil the kids too much. It is never easy with kids but we are trying.

Caroline commented. "Isn't luxury necessary to convince clients that our company is really trustworthy and reliable because it has a lot of money?" Jared said confidently. Caroline was silent for a moment. Then she said, "I guess you're right. I just don't understand how rich people think." "Didn't you also come from the rich class before?" "Not really. My parents were at this level before they went bankrupt." Caroline raised her hands to waist height. "While your level is above here," She raised her hands far above her head.

There is always a way out. A short while later, I arrived back at the mansion. The moment I walked through the doors, Sylvian rushed forward and pulled me into a tight hug. “You scared me to death! An eclipse bloom occurred yesterday—dozens of people were injured! We found your wrecked car, but you were nowhere to be seen. I thought something terrible happened to you!” “I’m fine,” I mumbled, pulling back. “You need to be more careful,” Sylvian urged, his face pale. “An Enigma and an S-class Omega’s existence was officially confirmed after last night. What happened decades ago is bound to repeat—”