The city skyline shimmered under the night sky like a kingdom of stars. Neon lights danced across tinted windows as luxury cars glided through the streets. And at the center of it all, on the top floor of Hart Towers, stood *Kelvin Hart*—the man who owned it all.
"Tell her to leave her clothes at the door," Kelvin growled into the phone.
"Yes sir," his assistant said without hesitation.
Kelvin hung up, loosened his silk tie, and walked over to the wide glass wall of his penthouse office. He looked out at the city below, not with admiration, but with domination. This was *his* world. Bought. Paid for. Controlled.
He poured himself a glass of aged whiskey and smirked.
They called him a genius in boardrooms, a god in headlines, and a nightmare in whispers. CEOs feared him. Politicians bowed to him. Women either hated him or ended up in his bed… or both.
But the only person he ever truly listened to was his mother.
"Kelvin!" came her voice from behind as she stepped into his office.
"Mother," he said, lowering his glass with a small smile—the only softness he ever showed.
She walked over, kissed his cheek, and sat on the leather couch. "They say you made another girl cry today."
Kelvin chuckled. "She should be grateful I even looked at her."
His mother sighed but smiled. "Don't let these people drain your energy, my son. You were born to rule."
"Exactly," he said coldly. "They need me more than I need them."
But as they sat in silence, far away in the slums of the same city, a girl cried herself to sleep, her belly swollen, her body weak, her heart shattered. The girl he had used. The girl he refused to help. The girl he left with nothing but shame.
And inside her, the future of the Hart name quietly kicked.
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Three Years Later.
A black casket was lowered into the ground. Dozens of expensive cars circled the cemetery. But Kelvin stood alone, silent, cold. His mother—his only anchor—was gone.
The rain began to fall.
A man approached him gently. "Sir, the Nigerian deal has failed. They've pulled out."
Another call came in. "Sir, the Japanese investors have filed for fraud."
Then another. "Sir, there's a warrant for your arrest."
And another. "Sir… your companies are being liquidated."
Kelvin Hart said nothing. He turned away, walked to his car, and drove off without a word.
The road was slippery. His mind clouded. The world blurred into streaks of pain and regret.
Then everything went black.
Glass shattered. Metal twisted. Bones cracked.
Silence.
When Kelvin opened his eyes days later, all he saw… was nothing.
Darkness.
He was blind.
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