Born To Rule
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It was almost two in the morning when Micheal Carter finally returned home from the party.
The black luxury car slowly entered the Carter residence, and the security gates closed behind it.
Micheal stepped out of the car, dressed in an expensive designer outfit, with a watch that probably cost more than what some people earned in a year.
He looked tired, but not tired enough to stop smiling.
The party had been everything he wanted—loud music, expensive drinks, beautiful people, and enough attention to remind him exactly who he was.
Micheal Carter.
The son of Victor Carter.
The billionaire businessman.
The Carter name alone opened doors.
Micheal walked toward the entrance of the mansion, expecting everyone to be asleep.
He was wrong.
The moment he entered the living room, he stopped.
His mother was sitting on the sofa.
Cathy Carter.
Her arms were folded across her chest, and the expression on her face immediately told Micheal that this was not going to be a peaceful night.
“Micheal.”
Micheal sighed.
He already knew what was coming.
Cathy looked at the wall clock before turning her attention back to him.
“Where are you coming from at this hour?”
“Party.”
“Party?”
“Yes, Mum. Party.”
Cathy slowly stood up.
“Micheal, do you even know what time it is?”
Micheal glanced at the clock.
“Almost two.”
“And you're saying it like that's normal?”
Micheal shrugged.
“What's the problem?”
“The problem is your lifestyle!”
Micheal rolled his eyes.
Cathy noticed.
“Don't roll your eyes at me.”
Micheal looked away.
His mother continued.
“You spend money like it grows on trees. Every weekend, you're at a party. New clothes, new shoes, new cars, expensive restaurants, and now you're coming home at two in the morning.”
Micheal remained silent.
“You think because your father has money, you can do whatever you want?”
A small smile appeared on Micheal's face.
“Basically.”
Cathy stared at him.
“That's exactly the attitude I'm talking about.”
Micheal adjusted his watch.
“I'm just flexing my life, Mum.”
“Flexing your life?”
“Yes.”
Cathy shook her head.
“Micheal, money isn't everything.”
Micheal gave a quiet laugh.
“Tell that to people who spend their entire lives trying to get it.”
“Listen to yourself.”
Micheal sighed.
Here we go again.
The same lecture.
Every day, there was something.
His clothes.
His attitude.
His friends.
His parties.
His spending.
His lifestyle.
Cathy always had something to say.
Micheal looked toward the staircase.
“Mum, it's late. I’m tired.”
“You're always tired when someone tries to correct you.”
Micheal said nothing.
Cathy stepped closer.
“You're twenty-two now. You're old enough to understand that being rich doesn't give you the right to disrespect people.”
Micheal looked at her.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“Okay, Mum.”
Cathy knew that tone.
He wasn't agreeing.
He was simply trying to end the conversation.
She sighed.
“Your father needs to talk to you tomorrow.”
Micheal stopped.
That caught his attention.
“About what?”
“Kingbridge University.”
Micheal frowned slightly.
“What about Kingbridge?”
“You're going back next week. Your father wants you to take your studies seriously this semester.”
Micheal smiled.
“No promises.”
Cathy shook her head.
“Good night, Micheal.”
“Good night, Mum.”
Micheal walked upstairs.
His bedroom was almost the size of a small apartment.
A massive bed stood in the middle of the room. Designer clothes filled his wardrobe, expensive sneakers were arranged neatly on shelves, and a glass door opened toward his private balcony.
Micheal dropped his jacket onto a chair and looked at himself in the mirror.
He wasn't ashamed of who he was.
He liked the attention.
He liked expensive things.
He liked knowing that when he walked into a room, people noticed.
Being Victor Carter's son had given him a life most people could only dream about.
Victor Carter was one of the country's most powerful business tycoons, and the Carter family name was attached to major hotels, real estate projects, shopping complexes and other businesses.
Micheal had never needed to worry about money.
If he wanted something, he got it.
If he wanted to travel, he traveled.
If he wanted a new car, his father bought one.
If he wanted the best table at a restaurant, it was reserved.
And Micheal had grown used to it.
Very used to it.
His phone suddenly vibrated.
Samuel had sent a message.
Samuel: Bro, you disappeared after the party 😂.
Another message came immediately.
Jason: Don't tell me this guy went somewhere with a girl.
Micheal laughed.
He typed quickly.
Micheal: I'm home.
Samuel replied almost immediately.
Samuel: Tomorrow?
Micheal: Tomorrow what?
Jason: Shopping before school starts.
Micheal smiled.
Micheal: Obviously.
Before he could put his phone down, the bedroom door opened.
Favour walked in.
His older sister was twenty-four and completely different from him.
She was calm, intelligent, respectful and mature.
Where Micheal demanded attention, Favour avoided it.
Where Micheal loved showing off, Favour preferred simplicity.
She looked at him.
“Just coming back?”
Micheal nodded.
“Unfortunately.”
Favour smiled.
“Mum was waiting for you.”
“I noticed.”
“She worries about you.”
“She worries too much.”
Favour shook her head.
“Micheal, you're going back to Kingbridge next week.”
“I know.”
“Please don't start trouble this semester.”
Micheal laughed.
“Micheal Carter, starting trouble?”
Favour gave him a serious look.
“You know exactly what I'm talking about.”
Micheal walked toward his wardrobe.
“I don't start trouble.”
Favour raised an eyebrow.
Micheal smiled.
“I simply finish it.”
Favour laughed despite herself.
“Good night.”
“Good night.”
She left the room.
Micheal stood by the wardrobe, deciding what outfit he would wear when he returned to campus.
Kingbridge University wasn't an ordinary university.
It was one of the most prestigious and expensive universities in the country.
Politicians' children studied there.
Business tycoons sent their children there.
Celebrities sent their children there.
And the richest students competed over cars, clothes, parties, popularity and influence.
Micheal fit perfectly into that world.
In fact, he believed Kingbridge belonged to people like him.
People with power.
People with money.
People who were born to rule.
And Micheal Carter had never doubted for a second that he was one of them.
To be continued
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