From Scholarship Kid to Capital King

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My heart pounded. This was it – the final presentation for the American Innovators Architectural Prize. My design, "The Phoenix Initiative," was my masterpiece, my future. Then, Blake Sterling, my rival, strode onto the stage and began presenting my project. Every line, every concept, every innovative detail. Mine. My blood ran cold, but the nightmare deepened when he publicly accused me of plagiarism. Gasps filled the room, and all eyes turned to me. Then Tiffany, my fiancée of seven years, stood up beside him. Her voice trembling, she voiced her "disappointment," her tears sealing my public disgrace. I was abandoned, my life's work stolen, my reputation ruined, and my academic future jeopardized by a powerful family and a corrupt dean. The woman I loved had just publicly thrown me under the bus, dismissing seven years of history for a man she barely knew. My mind reeled from the sheer audacity, the cold betrayal. How could they do this? How could she? I felt utterly crushed, yet a chilling clarity solidified within me. They saw me as a mere scholarship kid, easily crushed, and now they demanded I apologize and help Blake refine the very project they stole, threatening to blacklist me permanently if I refused. So I agreed. But as I worked days under their watch, I wasn' t fixing his project; I was subtly implanting a fatal, hidden flaw – a ticking time bomb only designed for catastrophic failure. Then, feigning a sudden, excruciating illness, I walked out, leaving them scrambling, speeding towards a new life. They thought they had cornered me, little did they know they had just woken up the heir to Cole Capital Development.

Betrayal Revenge CEO Rebirth/Reborn Drama

Chapter 13

01-06 19:55

Introduction

My heart pounded.

This was it – the final presentation for the American Innovators Architectural Prize.

My design, "The Phoenix Initiative," was my masterpiece, my future.

Then, Blake Sterling, my rival, strode onto the stage and began presenting my project.

Every line, every concept, every innovative detail.

Mine.

My blood ran cold, but the nightmare deepened when he publicly accused me of plagiarism.

Gasps filled the room, and all eyes turned to me.

Then Tiffany, my fiancée of seven years, stood up beside him.

Her voice trembling, she voiced her "disappointment," her tears sealing my public disgrace.

I was abandoned, my life's work stolen, my reputation ruined, and my academic future jeopardized by a powerful family and a corrupt dean.

The woman I loved had just publicly thrown me under the bus, dismissing seven years of history for a man she barely knew.

My mind reeled from the sheer audacity, the cold betrayal.

How could they do this?

How could she?

I felt utterly crushed, yet a chilling clarity solidified within me.

They saw me as a mere scholarship kid, easily crushed, and now they demanded I apologize and help Blake refine the very project they stole, threatening to blacklist me permanently if I refused.

So I agreed.

But as I worked days under their watch, I wasn' t fixing his project; I was subtly implanting a fatal, hidden flaw – a ticking time bomb only designed for catastrophic failure.

Then, feigning a sudden, excruciating illness, I walked out, leaving them scrambling, speeding towards a new life.

They thought they had cornered me, little did they know they had just woken up the heir to Cole Capital Development.