Billionaire at 15 - Multimillonario a los 15 años (ENG/ESP)

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Kate winced as she looked away.
"Why would this happen to such a good man" was the sentence in everyone's mouth.
Kate's eyes got very teary, she couldn't bear it anymore and so she jolted out of the scene.

Finally she was away from the crowd. She could now smirk to her heart's content because why not? She had carefully and successfully put up a show for the crowd. She really was a good actress.

Kate took majestic steps as she trode. She had this master plan in her head already. Get to his house, take his most valuables; which of course would be numerous, and keep up the act.

She got to the deceased house before any other person could get there, gathered many things and hauled them away. The items were too heavy and that was making her use a lot of pressure but no! She didn't mind.

Minutes turned to an hour and an hour turned to two hours. Kate began panicking. This is not how she expected this to turn out. She had an agreement with someone who was supposed to keep the items for her but he didn't show up. He was an hour late and that made Kate panic even more.

Sounds were coming from behind and she turned immediately. Nothing! It probably was a bush animal. She heard the sound again and she started fidgeting. Trembling, she picked up a stick and was ready to do nothing because she obviously was in great shock.

Ben, the person she was waiting for finally came out from the bushes.

"You scared me nigga!" Kate said as she tried to recuperate.

"Call me nigga one more time and you won't like the out come" Ben said fiercely.

That was when it clicked. Black Americans hated being called nigga especially the ones that really looked like niggas.

"Sorry about that" Kate apologized.

"You better be". Ben responded.


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Before now, Kate didn't know Ben from Adam. She had never set eyes on him. She knew nothing about him. His name probably was Ben and so she tried to keep her cool because she was many kilometers aways from civilization and she was killed, her body won't be found.

"So I'd like for you to keep these items at a safe place for me till the coast is clear. Nothing should be tampered with. Absolutely nothing! I'd get back to you in a few days" Kate said with a mixture of fear and fierceness in her voice. She handed him the haul alongside a bag of money.

"There you go, in the bag is some money. It's little compared to what I could give if you be a good boy" she smirked and walked away. She finally got home and could see the dark clouds around their house. Everyone was mourning and still wondering where all the valuable stuff went. She took deep breaths in preparation for another stage of acting.

"Kate hunnay, where have you been? We've been looking all over for you" her mother said.

With teary eyes Kate responded,"mom, I just went to get some air. This whole scenario is too much for me to handle" tears started dropping down from her eyes.

"My baby, we're gonna be just fine. We all will be fine."

The lawyer with the deceased's will walked into the house. That was Kate's favorite part. This is because that was her father's imposed last wish before he kicked the bucket or permit me to say, before I kicked him out of this world.

The lawyer read the will and Kate kept smiling within her but her face expressed shock.

"Mr. Lawyer, are you sure that's my father's will? Because my father would never do that to the rest of the family" Kate asked.

"Unfortunately, it was his will and I don't have a hand in it. If he decided to give you 80%of his fortune and distribute the remaining percentage among your mother and brother, then I can't alter anything. It was his choice to make and I hope he made the right choice.

Kate sat on the cushion recalling how she threatened her arrogant and stiff handed mafia billion father of hers to alter his will. She smiled as she remembered him begging for mercy. Immediately he dropped the phone call with his lawyer, she put a bullet through his head.

She had turned cold. He made her turn cold. Now she was a billionaire at fifteen,the world would worship at her feet, how classy.

Multimillonario a los 15 años

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Kate hizo una mueca de dolor mientras miraba hacia otro lado.
"¿Por qué le ha pasado esto a un hombre tan bueno?" fue la frase en boca de todos.
Los ojos de Kate se llenaron de lágrimas, no pudo soportarlo más y salió de la escena de golpe.

Por fin estaba alejada de la multitud. Ahora podía sonreír a gusto porque, ¿por qué no? Había montado cuidadosamente y con éxito un espectáculo para el público. Realmente era una buena actriz.

Kate daba pasos majestuosos al trotar. Ya tenía un plan maestro en la cabeza. Llegar a su casa, coger sus objetos más valiosos, que por supuesto serían muchos, y seguir actuando.

Llegó a la casa del difunto antes de que cualquier otra persona pudiera llegar, recogió muchas cosas y se las llevó. Los objetos eran muy pesados y eso la hacía hacer mucha presión, pero no, no le importaba.

Los minutos se convirtieron en una hora y la hora en dos horas. Kate empezó a sentir pánico. No era así como ella esperaba que resultara esto. Tenía un acuerdo con alguien que se suponía que iba a guardarle los objetos, pero no apareció. Se retrasó una hora y eso hizo que Kate entrara en pánico aún más.

Los sonidos venían de atrás y ella se giró inmediatamente. Nada. Seguramente se trataba de un animal del monte. Volvió a oír el sonido y empezó a inquietarse. Temblando, cogió un palo y se dispuso a no hacer nada porque, obviamente, estaba muy conmocionada.

Ben, la persona a la que esperaba, finalmente salió de los arbustos.

"¡Me has asustado, negro!" dijo Kate mientras trataba de recuperarse.

"Llámame negro una vez más y no te gustará la salida" dijo Ben con fiereza.

Fue entonces cuando se dio cuenta. Los negros americanos odiaban que los llamaran negros, especialmente los que realmente parecían negros.

"Lo siento", se disculpó Kate.

"Más vale que lo sientas". respondió Ben.


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Hasta ahora, Kate no había distinguido a Ben de Adam. Nunca lo había visto. No sabía nada de él. Probablemente se llamaba Ben y por eso trató de mantener la calma porque estaba a muchos kilómetros de la civilización y si la mataban, su cuerpo no sería encontrado.

"Así que me gustaría que guardaras estos objetos en un lugar seguro para mí hasta que no haya moros en la costa. Nada debe ser manipulado. Absolutamente nada. Me pondré en contacto contigo en unos días", dijo Kate con una mezcla de miedo y fiereza en su voz. Le entregó el botín junto a una bolsa de dinero.

"Aquí tienes, en la bolsa hay algo de dinero. Es poco comparado con lo que podría darte si te portas bien" sonrió y se alejó. Finalmente llegó a su casa y pudo ver las nubes oscuras alrededor de su casa. Todo el mundo estaba de luto y todavía se preguntaba dónde habían ido a parar todas las cosas valiosas. Respiró profundamente para prepararse para otra etapa de actuación.

"Kate hunnay, ¿dónde has estado? Te hemos buscado por todas partes", dijo su madre.

Con los ojos llorosos, Kate respondió: "Mamá, sólo he ido a tomar el aire. Todo este escenario es demasiado para mí" las lágrimas comenzaron a caer de sus ojos.

"Mi niña, vamos a estar bien. Todos estaremos bien".

El abogado con el testamento del difunto entró en la casa. Esa era la parte favorita de Kate. Y es que ése era el último deseo impuesto por su padre antes de estirar la pata o, permítanme decirlo, antes de echarlo de este mundo.

El abogado leyó el testamento y Kate seguía sonriendo en su interior, pero su rostro expresaba sorpresa.

"Señor abogado, ¿está usted seguro de que ése es el testamento de mi padre? Porque mi padre nunca haría eso al resto de la familia" preguntó Kate.

"Desgraciadamente, fue su testamento y yo no tengo nada que ver con él. Si decidió darte el 80% de su fortuna y repartir el porcentaje restante entre tu madre y tu hermano, entonces no puedo alterar nada. Fue una decisión suya y espero que haya tomado la decisión correcta.

Kate se sentó en el cojín recordando cómo amenazó a su arrogante y estirado padre mafioso para que modificara su testamento. Sonrió al recordarlo suplicando clemencia. En cuanto él dejó la llamada telefónica con su abogado, ella le metió una bala en la cabeza.

Ella se había enfriado. Él la hizo volverse fría. Ahora era multimillonaria a los quince años, el mundo se postraría a sus pies, qué clase.

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