Prologue

As the man sat in his private jet, 25000ft in the air, he took a look outside through his window. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he so envied the beautiful happy shining sun and the calm clouds as he himself felt empty inside.

"Sir, Sir we are about to crash, something is wrong with the aircraft!" the voice of his pilot could be heard shouting while his air hostess stood panicking and screaming.

Through all this commotion the man just sat calmly. He now already knew that someone had tampered with his Private Jet, that someone being his so called best friend and Business partner. But how could he blame his Mafia friend Ricky when he was after all going to inherit all his billions from his death.

 The plane then started shaking and descending heading for impact.

*BOOM*

The sound of the crashing airplane could be heard as it crushed upon a mountain and the man found himself blacking out and getting lost in oblivion...

An hour later after the plane crash

Maybe there was actually no death as here the man was, in immense pain, bloody and injured while stuck under an airplane wing but still bloody alive. His private jet was now unrecognizable with pieces of debris lying all over everywhere. The smell of smoke filled the air and burned his nose as he tried to breathe.

The man stared on his right side and got the shock of his life as he looked into the lifeless eyes of his air hostess, with a part of the airplane body stuck in her chest. He almost hurled and wanted to move away but could not even move a single part of his body and was stuck there.

He now also knew that his pilot must have suffered the same fate, of death. And just as always, he had not died yet, but as the man looked at the amount of blood he was loosing, maybe this time death was finally coming his way.

The man hoped this time no one would come to save him. It’s not as if anyone would miss him as he was surrounded by fake people everywhere, who were all after money. Heck the man had even given his friend Ricky the benefit of doubt thinking he was like a brother and well here he was paying for that.

But then again maybe Ricky had just done him a favor by tampering with his jet as this is what the man wanted, to die.

Lying there on that bloody grass ground, a miraculous thing happened to the man, as he heard that little gentle voice whispering but this time it sounded different as though someone greater was actually speaking to him directly,

"It's not too late for you Nathan."

 And suddenly the memories started coming by force as he got ready to face his death. Forcing him to start thinking about his life, the past and the present to see where he had gone wrong. How he had come to this and what he had done with it.

All his quests for revenge, destroying people's lives and greed. All that money, which had made him feel like the king of the world, how arrogant and proud he was.

And the thoughts did nothing to soothe the man as he now knew that if God truly existed then he was totally headed for Hell... to meet Mr. Devil whose dark menacing laugh, he could already hear eagerly awaiting for his arrival in hell.

That man is me, Nathan Curtis Silverman the billionaire and you shall be reading my story.

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