Darkon 2222
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Legacy of a billionaire son in-law
Modern In the midst of pouring rain, Leon Carter sits above, drowning in despair over his crumbling life. Once madly in love with Sophia Winters, the girl who vowed to marry him or no one else, he now faces her icy indifference, her parents' disdain and a marriage reduced to Ashes.
When a strange message flashes on his phone. "Do you want to change your fate? Y/N- Leon hesitates, dismissing it as a hallucination. But something compels him to press "Y" unlocking a mysterious" Life Advancement System." His first task seems trivial - run two miles - but the reward, a flood of financial knowledge, feels too real to ignore.
Returning to the mansion he shares with Sophia's family, he's confronted with divorce papers and an offer to leave with a settlement. To their shock, Leon rejects it all, walking away with nothing but quiet defiance. As she steps into the rain, his phone buzzes again. "Congratulations. Task complete. Reward! A Mansion unlocked". You might like
Midas Protocol: Seducing My Rival's Wife
Breenda I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers.
Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his.
"Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage.
I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions.
I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me?
Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.