The S Class That I Raised Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I wish I could do more. But remember, he doesn’t own your happiness and can’t control what’s in your heart. He’s not worth your tears or your peace.” “You’re right,” I mumbled, my anger slowly starting to dissolve. “He doesn’t deserve any of it.” For a moment, I felt calmer just hearing Alex's voice. But Byron wasn’t through with his games. The next evening, I arrived home from the fashion house, happy as a lark, only to stop at the sight waiting in our driveway. A jet-black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sat there, polished to perfection. It gleamed under the lights, the body so smooth it reflected like a mirror. Pink ribbons were tied around the car, and the wheels, with their silver alloy, shone

I shout, grabbing my keys and heading towards my car. My car is a black 2022 Mercedes Benz, C class. It is literally my baby. I hate to brag about me having money but what can I say? My parents are millionaires, and that's just my life. I arrived at school 5 minutes late but who cares, coach will never replace me as captain. I'm just too good. As I open the gym doors, all eyes were on me. I love being powerful, I love the control and domination I have for people.

I kind of became angry with Kwame Agyapong because of this though I never told him why I was angry with him. Three years down the line we had another beautiful daughter who also took after her father. 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.

"Sean Barkley, let me make one thing clear. Jon is the only son of the Small family. If anything happens to him, I won't let you—" Before he could finish, Esther nudged his arm. Only then did he realize he had reacted too emotionally. He quickly corrected himself. "Sean, what I mean is, I practically raised Jon myself. It's only natural for me to worry. In the future, if you need to go somewhere, have a driver take you. Don't let Jon drive you anymore." I pried his fingers off my collar, using more force than necessary. William stumbled backward and landed on the floor. "You pushed me!" He then immediately turned to Esther and cried, "Esther, look! He pushed me!"

I pressed my thighs together, mortified by how quickly my body responded to him even in a professional setting. “I… okay,” I whispered, voice barely audible. I glanced back at the tablet and quickly selected the one that looked the least ostentatious among the options — a sleek, dark gray Mercedes S-Class that still probably cost more than I could ever dream of affording on my own. “This one. The gray Mercedes.” A satisfied smile curved his lips. “Good girl.” The praise sent another rush of heat through me. He reached out, brushing his thumb gently across my flushed cheek. “How are you feeling this morning? Are you sore?”

My heart racing, I suddenly wanted to go back inside and that's what I tried to do until Javier called my name. "Loren please, a minute." He begged I turned to him. "I'm sorry Loren, I never meant what happened. Honey, please I love you." I gulped as his apology don't faze me. "I got this for you." He points at the new Range Rover Sport, as I was about to reply Ace voice was heard once again. "Wow cool whip, bro." Ace commented. "It's for my wife." "Too bad, he buys you expensive cars but at the end of the day, you will always want to ride me." Ace whisper into my ear before winking, not finding it funny I looked at Javi who thinks he can buy my forgiveness.

The car waiting for us wasn’t Peter’s usual one—it was new, sleek, and commanding. A 2025 Mercedes-Benz S-Class Maybach, glossy black with silver trims that shimmered in the sunlight. I hesitated to even touch it. As if reading my thoughts, Peter grinned proudly. “Oh, I got it yesterday while you were at the medical conference,” he said. “Do you like it?” I nodded, still stunned. “It’s… gorgeous, Peter.” He chuckled, brushing it off. “I’m glad you love it, sis.” Once we were in the car, Peter couldn’t stop talking about his last album.

His eyes moving over the first car slowly. The way they did when he was processing something important. "…That's a Mercedes-Maybach S-Class," he said quietly. I looked at him. "Is it good?" He turned to look at me with an expression I had never seen on him before. Something between disbelief and personal offence. "Alvara," he said carefully. "That car starts at two hundred thousand." I looked back at the car. "Oh," I said. "Oh?" he repeated. "That's all you have? Oh?"

Yeah, that was possible. “No. Freaking. Way.” He walked around the car slowly, almost reverently, mouth hanging open. “This is… this is actually a Mercedes-Mayback S-Class. I was a bit sceptical when Aisha showed me the photos she took…” I shifted Bandit’s carrier to my other hand, trying my hardest not to roll my eyes. “I think so, yeah.” Jamal’s head snapped toward me so fast I thought he might get whiplash. “You think so?!”

I rushed to work this morning and accidentally sent the car pictures meant for the dealership to the medical intern group chat. I didn't even get the chance to delete them before a few interns saw them, and the chat blew up. "Damn! That G-Class with the starlight roof is crazy expensive. The upgrade alone must've cost a fortune. I didn't know Dr. Tyson was loaded!" "I didn't expect her to be a trust-fund baby. I'm shocked!" "Dr. Tyson, what do your parents do? That G-Class has to cost a few million dollars, right?"