A New Levi.

With Griffin leading the way, Levi followed him down the long, polished hallway until they arrived at an imposing set of double doors. Griffin turned the handle and pushed open the heavy doors, revealing a space that took Levi's breath away. 

The office was a marvel of design and luxury, far beyond anything Levi had ever seen. A grand desk, made from a rich, dark wood, dominated the room. It was so finely crafted that it could have been mistaken for something more precious, like stone or metal. Behind the desk stood a tall, leather chair, regal and authoritative. The walls were lined with shelves containing meticulously arranged files and books, with a large sofa near the window for visitors. Sunlight streamed in from floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow across the room. 

Levi's heart pounded as he took in the sight. This was his father's office. The man he barely remembered, now a ghost of the past, had built all of this—and now it was his. 

Griffin, who had silently observed Levi's reaction, spoke softly. "Your father built this empire from the ground up, Levi. After he passed, no one dared to touch his office. He always believed you'd come back to take what's yours." 

Levi's breath caught. "It's all mine?" he whispered, his voice strained with emotion. He'd spent so many years feeling like an outsider, and now the legacy of a man he barely knew was being handed to him. 

Griffin nodded. "It's yours now. The company, the estate—everything." 

Levi felt his chest tighten. He had grown up with nothing, scraping by, unaware of his true inheritance. And now here it was, waiting for him. His father had left behind more than just an empty title—he had left behind a kingdom.

"I can't believe it…" Levi muttered, his thoughts racing. How could his life have changed so drastically? He had spent years in struggle, and now he stood on the threshold of immense power and wealth. This was more than he ever imagined. 

Griffin smiled gently, sensing Levi's turmoil. "I know it's a lot to take in, but you'll get used to it. And don't worry—you have people here who'll help you every step of the way." 

Levi nodded, still overwhelmed. "Thank you, Griffin. For everything." 

Griffin waved him off with a chuckle. "No need for thanks. I'm just here to do my part." 

Just as Levi began to settle into the enormity of the situation, his phone rang, jolting him back to reality. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. 

It was Olivia. 

Levi grimaced. He wasn't ready to deal with her, but he couldn't avoid the call forever. He turned to Griffin. "Excuse me for a moment." 

Griffin nodded and stepped aside, giving Levi some privacy. 

Levi took a deep breath and answered. "Hello?" 

"Levi! I've been trying to reach you," Olivia's voice chirped on the other end, sounding overly enthusiastic. She had a way of pretending things were fine when they were anything but. 

"Yeah, I've been busy," Levi replied curtly, unwilling to engage in small talk. He still hadn't forgiven her for what happened between them. 

"Well, I wanted to let you know that I've organized a party for tomorrow night. Everyone's confirmed. I thought you might want to know." 

Levi clenched his jaw. Olivia had always been the kind of person to keep up appearances, acting as if everything was perfect on the surface, no matter the chaos underneath. The party was just another excuse for her to try to reel him back in, to act like she was still part of his world. 

"Fine," Levi said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "I'll be there." 

"Great! See you tomorrow, then!" Olivia hung up with a cheerful tone, as if they were still close. But Levi knew better.

He sighed, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He hadn't backed down from Olivia's manipulations before, and he wouldn't now. His life had changed, and she was no longer a part of it, no matter what she might think. 

Griffin reappeared, his expression curious but polite. "Everything alright?" 

"Yeah," Levi replied, though he wasn't so sure. "I need to get ready for something tomorrow night. I hope that's not a problem." 

Griffin smiled warmly. "Not at all. You're the master now. Your decisions, your call." 

Levi gave a small nod of thanks before heading for the door. As he walked out of the office, he thought about everything he'd lost—and gained. His parents' death had opened a door to a life he never knew was his. But it had also left him with enemies, people like Olivia, who would try to worm their way back in. 

And then there was the Monroe Estate, a place he'd heard whispers of but never thought he'd call home. With his newfound power, Levi knew he'd have to be careful. Not everyone was going to accept him as the heir, especially not someone like Olivia. 

As he stepped out onto the street, Levi thought about buying a car. With the kind of wealth he now had access to, he didn't need to live like the struggling man Olivia used to mock. He flagged down a cab and made his way to a luxury car dealership. 

To his surprise, when he arrived, he spotted Olivia inside, laughing with a group of people. She hadn't seen him yet, but her voice carried across the lot. "Oh my God, did you see who just walked in?" Her laughter rang out, mocking and cruel. 

Levi's blood boiled as she noticed him, her eyes narrowing in disdain. "What are you doing here?" she sneered, loud enough for others to hear. "Looking to buy a car? Please. We both know you couldn't afford anything in this place." 

Her condescending tone ignited a fire in him. Levi stepped forward, his voice low and steady. "Maybe you're right," he said, his eyes locking with hers. "But things change." 

Her smug expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, motioning for the security guard. "Get him out of here. He's clearly lost." 

As the guard approached, Levi smiled to himself. He wasn't the same man she had once belittled. Soon, she'd learn just how much things had changed. 

Levi stood outside the car dealership, his blood boiling from the series of humiliations he had endured. Olivia—his ex—never missed an opportunity to degrade him, and today was no different. Even after their breakup, her cruelty knew no bounds. He couldn't even step into a luxury dealership without being laughed at, insulted, and treated like he didn't belong. 

As he walked out, still hearing the mocking laughter from behind him, Olivia's voice followed him. She had stepped outside, her voice dripping with mockery as usual. "Look at you, Levi," she called out. "Still can't afford new clothes? It's been a week, and you're still wearing the same thing. How sad." 

Levi clenched his fists, trying to hold back the rage boiling inside. "Olivia, what did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much?" He hated how desperate he sounded, but he couldn't help it. Every interaction with her felt like another wound reopening. 

She laughed, the sound cruel and sharp. "What did you ever do to me? You were the biggest mistake of my life, Levi. You couldn't even pay for my hospital bills! I had to watch you beg for money—borrow it—just to take care of me. And you still had the nerve to ask me to pay you back. Do you even know how embarrassing that was?" 

Levi felt the sting of her words deep in his chest. She wasn't lying—he had struggled to take care of her when they were together, always coming up short. But that was before he knew about his father's empire, about his true inheritance. That was before everything had changed. 

"You're pathetic," she spat, her eyes cold as she climbed into her sleek, expensive car. "Enjoy your miserable life, Levi. Maybe one day, you'll learn that people like you don't get to have anything." She slammed the door and sped off, leaving him standing there, covered in a cloud of dust. 

As her car disappeared down the road, Levi felt the weight of everything crashing down on him. His past with Olivia, the sneers of strangers, the constant belittling—it was all suffocating. But there was one thing he knew now that he hadn't known before: he wasn't powerless any more. He had wealth. He had influence. And he was done letting people like Olivia walk all over him. 

He glanced across the street and saw another dealership. Luxury cars gleamed in the windows. Levi felt a surge of defiance rise within him. He tightened his fists and marched toward the building. He wasn't going to let anyone else belittle him today. 

As he entered the dealership, he noticed the staff eyeing him sceptically. Their eyes swept over his rumpled clothes, the exhaustion in his face, and they judged him in an instant. He could see it in the way they whispered to each other, the way their eyes filled with derision.

A staff member from the first dealership—likely having followed him to continue mocking him—called out loudly from the doorway. "You really think you'll get a car here? They're even more expensive than where you just got kicked out of! What's next? Gonna try to rent one?" 

The other customers in the dealership turned to see what the commotion was about, snickering at Levi's apparent misfortune. Their laughter was sharp and cutting, and Levi could feel his blood boiling again. They thought they knew him—thought they could see what he was worth just by looking at him. 

The dealership owner, a middle-aged man with a sharp suit and a sharper tongue, approached Levi. He didn't even bother to hide the disgust in his eyes. "What do you want here? Looking for charity?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. 

"I'm here to buy a car," Levi said evenly, trying to keep his cool. 

The owner laughed, glancing at the middle-aged woman next to him, who also sneered at Levi. "Sure, you are," he said. "Maybe a bicycle is more in your range. We don't do charity here." 

The woman followed the owner's lead. "Let me show you some of the budget options. Maybe we have something already out of stock that you can look at." 

Levi clenched his jaw, barely able to contain his fury. They had no idea who they were talking to. No idea how wrong they were. 

"You're right," Levi said, his voice cold. "I'm not looking for charity. I'm looking for the most expensive car in this dealership. The latest model." 

The room fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at Levi, waiting for the punchline. Even the owner seemed momentarily shocked, unsure if Levi was serious. 

The owner recovered quickly, smirking at Levi. "The most expensive car? You Sure, buddy?" 

Levi stepped closer, locking eyes with the owner. "You heard me. The most expensive car. And I'm paying in full." 

For a moment, no one moved. Then the owner broke into laughter, shaking his head. "You must be out of your mind. You—paying in full? In this place?" He motioned to the woman to get Levi out of the dealership. "Enough of this nonsense. I've got real customers to attend to." 

But Levi wasn't leaving. He stood his ground, his gaze icy. "Bring me the car." 

The owner's eyes flashed with annoyance, but there was something else there too—curiosity. He gave Levi a once-over, as if trying to decide whether he was bluffing or not. "Fine," he said after a long pause. "Let's see what you're made of."

Moments later, they brought out the car. A sleek, jet-black model that gleamed under the dealership lights. The latest in luxury, complete with every possible feature a person could want. It was a car that screamed wealth, power, and status. 

Levi didn't flinch. He walked around the car, inspecting it, his expression unreadable. "Perfect," he said finally. "I'll take it." 

The dealership owner raised an eyebrow, still sceptical. "That'll be $300,000. You sure you're ready to part with that much?" 

Levi pulled out his phone and transferred the money without hesitation. The owner's eyes widened as he checked the transaction. The shock on his face was priceless. He wasn't laughing now. 

"You can send it to the Monroe estate," Levi said coolly, stepping past the dumbfounded owner. "Have it there by tomorrow." 

As Levi walked out of the dealership, he didn't bother to look back at the people who had mocked him. He had nothing to prove to them. He knew who he was—and now, they did too. 

The world had underestimated him for too long. But no more.