The world now knew his name.
Smile Millet.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpGZxJstL35
The genius behind a global empire.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNFiqFQ3vKE
A man who turned nothing into everything.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ74BtWqCyMt
A boy with no family who built a legacy that reached across oceans.
Yet, behind the stage lights, behind the interviews and flashing cameras, behind the finely tailored suits and high-rise offices—there was still just one thing missing:
A real smile.
His company thrived. His bank balance soared.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIDfzudSU67
His face graced billboards, his words inspired thousands.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlXQ8WYDTdb
But when the applause faded and the rooms emptied, he was always left alone with the silence.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLIhLZOc3Bh
The same silence he had known since childhood.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6iefdhJTBK
The same silence that greeted him when his mother died.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3CskNEt7cS
When his father gave up.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡosl4s6RoRI
When his grandmother took her last breath.
He would stare out from his glass-windowed office—watching the city below buzz with life—and feel like a ghost.
No matter how high he rose, he could not rise above the hollow ache inside him.
He had everything he thought would bring meaning:11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgUYbcZDr5
Recognition. Power. Purpose.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWUknRqzuj8
But happiness remained a foreign country he was never allowed to enter.
There were nights when he would unlock the old drawer in his private room, where he kept a faded photograph of his mother and grandmother. He would place it on the desk, stare at it, and whisper,11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSpwE6rYCFs
“I did it. I kept my promise. I built something. But why… why do I still feel nothing?”
The weight of unprocessed grief, of years spent suppressing pain, of carrying the world alone—began to fracture him from the inside.
He stopped sleeping.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8wtovNeLCy
Stopped eating regularly.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj3peLoQ9D5
Stopped attending celebrations.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9a1vxcRjBo
Work became routine, and success became meaningless repetition.
The worst part? No one noticed.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZSR1vpDGw
He had become so good at hiding, that even Harbon and Fredge saw only the mask.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡESDA2bn0Z0
The world saw a king.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡulaRYYgndZ
But inside, Smile felt like a boy still stuck in that cold, empty house in Alexandra.
One night, he stood on the balcony of his penthouse, looking over the city lights—11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKjNkbpY2rD
And for the first time, he let the thought come without fighting it:
“Maybe… it’s time to end this.”
Not because he hated life.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBdQDOGe8vb
But because he couldn’t feel it.
But fate, once again, had other plans.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡokpHuHVJIE
And just as he stood on the edge of letting go—11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd2zfYZp1t5
She appeared.
A girl with light in her voice.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrLe9hScMph
With laughter in her eyes.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdsfIuSqoqF
With a name that sounded like a sunrise.
Happy Kingston.
And for the first time in years, something inside Smile paused.
