Cole leaned against his bed, phone in hand, his conversation with his girlfriend lily flowing smoothly. She was rambling about something—weekend plans, some drama from school—but he barely paid attention. His mind was on himself, as it always was.
Then, his phone buzzed. A notification from the group chat.
_**Dylan:** Bro, you need to see this. What the hell is going on?_
Cole frowned, clicking the message. A video link.
Another buzz.
_**Ryan:** Dude… this is bad. Check it now._
Cole's stomach twisted slightly. Whatever it was, it had them all shaken.
Without hesitation, he clicked the link.
The screen loaded, and then—his blood ran cold.
His own face stared back at him. His voice. His movements. _His._
The world around him seemed to slow, the sound of his girlfriend's voice fading into the background.
_Where did this come from?_
_Who uploaded this?_
_Why is everyone watching?_
His fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through the comments—mocking, cruel, unrelenting.
He swallowed hard, his breath shallow. He knew what this meant. He knew his life had just taken a nosedive.
And worse? He had no idea who did it.
Cole's breath quickened as he scrolled through the comments, each one worse than the last.
_"This is insane."_
_"Bro just ruined his whole life."_
_"I can't believe this is REAL."_
_"No way he's coming back from this."_
His hands shook as he clicked out of the video, his mind racing. He checked his messages—dozens of unread notifications, people demanding explanations, some laughing, some horrified. His reputation, his status, everything he had built—was collapsing in real time.
His girlfriend's voice finally cut through the haze. "Cole… what's going on?"
He looked up, but the words wouldn't come. What could he even say?
He jumped up, pacing his room, fingers running through his hair. He needed to fix this. He needed to find out who did this.
"Ryan," he typed hurriedly into the group chat. "Take it down. NOW."
_**Ryan:** Bro… we don't know who posted it._
His stomach dropped further.
He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening. Someone did this to him. Someone planned this. And he was going to find out who.
Meanwhile, Jason sat comfortably in his chair, watching the chaos unfold, every reaction exactly as expected.
A slow smile tugged at his lips.
This was just the beginning.
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Cole's stomach twisted as he stepped into the towering office of his father, Andrew Roberts. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made his skin prickle, his pulse quicken. He knew why he was here. He knew what was coming.
The Roberts family wasn't just wealthy—they were a force. A powerhouse in business, their empire spanning industries from finance to media, with a reputation built on dominance, precision, and absolute control. Andrew Roberts sat at the helm, a man whose presence alone commanded fear and respect. To disappoint him was unthinkable. To embarrass him—unforgivable.
Cole swallowed hard as he stood before his father's massive oak desk. Andrew sat behind it, his piercing gaze locked onto his son like a predator sizing up weak prey. The silence was unbearable.
Then, finally, the inevitable words came. "Explain."
Cole stiffened, his throat dry. "I—I don't know how it happened," he stammered. "Someone leaked it. I had no idea—"
"Enough." Andrew's voice was cold, cutting. "Do you have any idea what you've done? This family built its legacy on strength, discipline, _control._ And now, because of your stupidity, our name is being dragged through the gutter."
Cole gritted his teeth, his fists clenching at his sides. He had never seen his father this furious—this _disgusted._
"The IT department is handling this," Andrew continued sharply. "The video will be erased. But damage control can only do so much, Cole. _This should never have happened in the first place._"
Cole lowered his head, shame burning through him.
His father leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping into something more sinister. "Who did this to you?"
Cole froze. He had been asking himself the same question. Who hated him enough to orchestrate this? Who had the resources, the nerve, the _patience_ to execute this kind of humiliation?
"I—I don't know," he admitted, hating how weak he sounded.
Andrew's eyes narrowed. He let the silence stretch for an agonizing moment before finally speaking again. "Then find out. Because until you do, you will _pay_ for this."
Cole exhaled shakily, the weight of those words settling deep.
And as he left the office, the fear remained. Not just of his father's wrath, but of the unknown enemy lurking in the shadows—someone who had planned this perfectly. Someone who wanted him destroyed.
Jason stretched out in his chair, a slow smirk pulling at his lips as he scrolled through the chaos unfolding online. Comments, reactions, outrage—it was all playing out exactly as he had intended. Cole, once untouchable, was now the center of humiliation. His carefully crafted reputation? In ruins.
Jason leaned back, exhaling with satisfaction. _Perfect._
He watched as theories circulated, people speculating about how such an expose had surfaced. Some blamed enemies, others guessed betrayal from within Cole's own circle. But none of them had a clue that behind it all—silent, unseen—was Jason.
He reached for his drink, taking a slow sip, reveling in the downfall. For years, he had been the one suffering. Forgotten. Mocked. Discarded. And now? He was the one pulling the strings.
The best part? This was only step one.
Jason tapped his fingers against the desk, feeling the rush of control settle deep in his bones. Cole's world was crumbling. But there were others—others who thought they were safe.
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Jason moved through the school hallways with the same quiet confidence he had carried all week. The whispers hadn't stopped—if anything, they had only intensified. And Jason? He welcomed them.
As he turned a corner, he saw Callum standing near the lockers, waiting for him. His younger brother's expression was unreadable, but Jason could feel the tension before a single word was spoken.
"Jason."
Jason didn't break his stride.
Callum stepped forward, blocking his path slightly. "We need to talk."
Jason barely spared him a glance. "No, we don't." His voice was flat, detached—final.
Callum exhaled sharply. "I don't know what's going on with you, but you can't just—"
Jason sidestepped him without another word, leaving Callum standing there, frustrated and bewildered.
He didn't care.
As he continued down the hallway, he spotted Lily near her locker. Unlike Callum, she wasn't just waiting—she was ready.
"You did it," she snapped the moment he was close enough to hear. Her eyes burned with accusation. "You posted that video. You humiliated Cole."
Jason simply raised an eyebrow. "Do you have proof?"
Lily's jaw tightened. "Everyone knows it was you."
He smirked slightly, tilting his head. "Knowing isn't proof. You should know that."
Lily's frustration boiled over. "You're pathetic, Jason." Her voice was sharp, laced with anger. "You think this makes you powerful? You think ruining people will fix whatever's broken in you?"
Jason's expression didn't shift. He didn't flinch. He didn't react.
Lily scoffed, shaking her head before turning on her heel and walking away.
Jason watched her go, completely unfazed.
[Ding! Choice initiated. Please choose carefully.]
Option 1: Hang lily Rivers by her ankle in front of her house naked and be videod by bystanders.
[$10,000000 & Ferrari SF90 Stradale.]
Option 2: Spread bad rumours of lily Rivers in school.
[$5000 & a rolex watch.]
Option 3: Ignore Lily and walk away.
[$1000 & football ]
Jason smirked in glee. "I am going to love this one. I just can't wait to break her."
"I choose Option 1!"
[Ding! Option 1 has been chosen!]
[Car keys are in your pocket and money has been transferred to your account. Host doesn't need to do the act as it will be done for him.]
"That's brilliant. I can just sit back and watch the show."
Jason barely had time to settle into the atmosphere of his own victory before another obstacle presented itself.
As he moved toward his next class, Cole stood waiting at the end of the hallway, his stance rigid, his eyes burning with rage. His gang flanked him, their expressions dark, feeding off his anger.
Jason smirked. He had been expecting this.
Cole stepped forward, voice sharp with barely contained fury. "You think this is funny?"
Jason tilted his head slightly, feigning innocence. "Think _what_ is funny?"
Cole's fists clenched, his composure cracking. "Don't play dumb! That video—you think you can humiliate me and just _walk away_?"
Jason chuckled, shaking his head. "Humiliate you? Oh, Cole…" His gaze sharpened, his smirk deepening. "You did that all by yourself."
The students nearby slowed, sensing the tension, whispering amongst themselves.
Cole took a threatening step forward. "You're dead, Jason."
Jason didn't move. He didn't flinch. He simply let the amusement flicker in his eyes. "You're _predictable,_ Cole. Always thinking fists solve everything. It's pathetic, really."
Cole lunged, but just as he did, a teacher rounded the corner.
"Cole!" The voice rang through the hall like a whip.
Jason exhaled slowly, savoring the moment.
"I'd love to see you try," he murmured, his voice just loud enough for Cole to hear, but soft enough to mock.
Cole gritted his teeth, his hands trembling with frustration, but with eyes watching, he had no choice but to step back.
Jason smirked, slipping past him without another glance. _Checkmate._
Cole sat at his desk, staring blankly ahead, his mind racing.
Jason.
The name used to mean nothing to him—just another loser, just another weakling who had been easy to step on. He had beaten him down, mocked him, tossed him aside like he was nothing.
But now? Now, Jason wasn't just standing. He was winning.
Cole clenched his fists. Something was _wrong_. This wasn't the same guy he had humiliated before. That Jason had been timid, easily broken, barely worth his attention. But this Jason—the one walking through school with a smirk, the one who had single-handedly ruined him—was a completely different person.
How?
Cole gritted his teeth. Someone didn't change like that overnight. Someone didn't just _become_ powerful.
And more than anything, Cole hated the feeling creeping into his chest—the doubt, the _fear._
Whatever had happened to Jason, whatever had created the person he was now…
Cole had no idea how to stop him.
The final bell rang, releasing waves of students into the afternoon glow. Jason stepped out of the building with the same unwavering confidence that had kept the school on edge. But today, he wasn't just making an exit—he was making a statement.
The **Ferrari SF90 Stradale** sat in the parking lot like a beast waiting to be unleashed, its sleek curves and undeniable presence casting a long shadow over the stunned crowd. The hum of the engine was low, controlled—but everyone felt it.
Jason walked toward the car, effortlessly sliding into the driver's seat, adjusting the grip on the wheel as the engine roared to life.
The crowd froze.
Lily stared, disbelief flickering in her eyes, the same frustration from earlier twisting into something unfamiliar. She had thought she could decipher Jason, pull apart his motives—but this? This was beyond what she had imagined.
And then there was Cole.
Standing near the entrance, fists clenched, jaw tight, _helpless._ He had watched his own downfall unfold, felt the weight of humiliation bury him—but this moment? Jason driving away in pure luxury, untouched, untouchable—it was the final blow.
Jason didn't acknowledge them. Didn't spare them a glance.
He pressed down on the accelerator, the Ferrari launching forward, cutting through the parking lot like a blade through silence.
And as the car disappeared down the road, the school was left with only one thought.
Jason wasn't just different.
He was unstoppable.