Roman sat cross-legged on the bed in his hotel room, the morning sun sneak through the window curtains. A half cup of black coffee rested untouched by the window, forgotten. His cold eyes were locked on his laptop screen as his fingers danced rapidly across the keyboard.
He muttered to himself, voice low and hungry,
"It’s ti to beco a billionaire."
He had invested every last penny he had —on a single crypto coin: taKillz420.
It was a joke coin. A . A pump-and-dump scam to most. But Roman knew better. In previous tiline, he had seen this exact coin explode in value... for exactly ten seconds. And he will not miss this chance.
This ti, he was ready.
He watched the countdown to market opening. His heart didn’t race. His hands didn’t shake. He was ice—only the click of the mouse gave away his anticipation.
3... 2... 1.
The market opened.
Roman instantly bought up every taKillz420 coin he could, flooding his wallet with billions of units. For a mont, nothing happened.
Then, just as he rembered, news broke on social dia:
"taKillz420 endorsed by a major strear!"
ta has joined hands with his rival company on the developnt of a new tal adamantium.
True or false?.
"Whale enterprises invests $2M!"
"Is this the next Bitcoin?"
The price shot up like a rocket.
$0.01... $0.10... $1... $12...
Ten seconds.
Roman executed the sell order just before the first sharp dip. When the coin plumted back into nothingness, his account showed $1.9 billion even after transaction fees, slippage, and taxes.
He closed the laptop with a click. His smirk said it all.
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By afternoon, Roman stood at the doorstep of his ho, freshly dressed in casual cloths.He pressed the doorbell. Silence.
No one answered.
Without hesitation, he used his spare key.
Inside, the house was still. Cold. The scent of perfu clung faintly to the air from the previous night.As Roman stepped in, his eyes landed on Russo, his stepbrother, sitting on the living room couch, completely unaware. The boy was scrolling through his phone, music buzzing through wireless earbuds, face blank and bored.
When Russo finally looked up and saw Roman, his expression twisted in confusion—then panic—when he noticed the two police officers standing behind him.
"W-Why are they here?" Russo asked, voice suddenly dry.
Neither Roman nor the officers answered.
Instead, they moved past him and climbed the stairs.
Roman followed.
The door to his father and stepmother’s room creaked open.
Inside lay a motionless body—his stepmother, dressed in night cloths sprawled across the bed with a poison bottle still clenched in her hand. Her face was pale, eyes open, staring into nothing.
One of the officers turned and gave the nod.
"She’s gone."
Russo’s world slowed. "No... no, that’s not—she wouldn’t..."
But she did.
And Roman didn’t say a word.
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Down at the precinct, the post-mortem was quick. The report was conclusive: suicide by ingestion. And then ca the other blow—for Russo that his father had also died last night due to heart attack.But that’s not the only shocked he was going to get.
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The cremation chamber was quiet.
Russo stood there hollow-eyed, trembling, unable to process it. He watched as both coffins slid into the flas, the glass barrier catching a faint reflection of his broken expression.
Roman, on the other hand, stood still—stone-faced. There was no grief in him. Only cold satisfaction. He had waited long for this mont
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Evening
Today had been a crazy day for Russo.
Just last night, the whole family was celebrating together—laughing, drinking, living like nothing could ever go wrong. And now, less than twenty-four hours later, both his parents were dead.
He couldn’t understand how it all happened. Why them? Why now?
When he returned ho, he noticed sothing strange.
The laborers working around the house were looking at him with odd, almost judgntal eyes. Even their daughter, soone he had shared a friendly bond with, gave him a look filled with pure disgust.
Confused and exhausted, Russo ignored them and walked inside. Maybe they were just acting weird because of the tragedy, he thought.
He sat on the couch and called up a friend from the neighborhood. They chatted for a bit—about the deaths, about the party. Then his friend brought up sothing strange.
"Man, you’re seriously a master player, huh?" the guy joked, with a weird tone in his voice.
Russo chuckled nervously, assuming he ant the usual — his casual flings with different girls. But then the mood shifted.
His friend said sothing that made his stomach drop.
"You really lived up to the word motherfucker, bro."
Russo went silent. Confused.
"What the hell do you an?" he asked.
The reply ca in the form of a few video files.
Russo opened one—and the mont it started playing, his world collapsed all over again.
It was him. With his mother. In his own house.
Doing things no son should ever do with their mother’s. Things so vile, they didn’t even feel real.
He couldn’t rember it. It didn’t even seem like him. But the man in that video was definitely him.
No wonder everyone in the neighborhood was staring at him like that.
His body felt heavy. His heart pounded in his ears. Without saying a word, Russo got up and slowly walked into his room, locking the door behind him.
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Next Morning
Roman sat at his usual spot, sipping tea and flipping through the newspaper while eating breakfast.
A headline on the front page imdiately caught his eye:
"Four New Billionaires Overnight"
Roman almost dropped his cup.
What the hell?
There was supposed to be only one billionaire.
Him.
He was the only one who knew about the coin. The only one who had planned everything. So how were there three others?
He leaned back in his chair, the newspaper crumpling slightly in his fist as he stared blankly at the wall.
For a while, he was silent—thinking, calculating, burning with quiet rage.
Then, finally, he muttered to himself with a cold smirk:
"Fine. If they got in my way... they’ll just have to die a dog’s death."
Plain. And simple.
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