The Rich Man Who Sold His Dog

By Tim Sothea

Sovirin's tale is one of grandeur turned to ashes, of betrayal that cut deeper than any blade, and of the unwavering loyalty of a companion who stood by him when all else had crumbled. It is a story that begins with the shimmering allure of prosperity but takes a sharp turn into the shadows of despair, leaving its protagonist to navigate the treacherous waters of loss and redemption.

As we journey through the pages of "The Man Who Sold His Dog," we are invited to peel back the layers of Sovirin's past, to uncover the secrets buried beneath the veneer of privilege and to witness the unraveling of a life once thought unbreakable. But amidst the darkness, there flickers a glimmer of hope – a beacon of resilience that refuses to be extinguished, even in the face of the harshest adversity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tim Sothea
• Release date: May 2, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223155713

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CHAPTER ONE

The Life of Luxury

The opulent skyline of Sovirin's city sprawled beneath him like a tapestry of wealth and power. From the penthouse balcony of his towering mansion, he surveyed his kingdom with a sense of entitlement that bordered on arrogance. Sovirin was the epitome of success—a man born into privilege, who had expanded his family's fortune into an empire of his own making.

Sovirin's estate was a monument to excess, with sprawling gardens, marble fountains, and servants scurrying about like ants in an ant farm. His mansion, a grandiose structure of gleaming glass and polished steel, stood as a testament to his wealth and influence. But behind the facade of luxury lay a man consumed by his own ambition, his hunger for power matched only by his disdain for those he deemed beneath him.

At the age of thirty-five, Sovirin cut a striking figure, with sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. His face was chiseled and angular, framed by a mane of jet-black hair that fell effortlessly into place. He carried himself with an air of confidence, his every movement exuding a sense of superiority that left no room for doubt.

As Sovirin lounged in his plush armchair, sipping on a glass of expensive whiskey, his servant approached with a deferential bow.

Mr. Sovirin, your guests have arrived, the servant announced, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and respect.

Sovirin waved a dismissive hand, his lips curling into a condescending smirk. Very well, show them in, he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance.

The guests filed into the room, a parade of sycophants and hangers-on eager to bask in Sovirin's presence. They showered him with flattery and false praise, hoping to gain favor in his eyes. But Sovirin saw through their facade with practiced ease, his keen intellect slicing through their thinly veiled attempts at manipulation.

Ah, my dear friends, Sovirin greeted them with a mocking smile, what a pleasure it is to see you all.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, with Sovirin holding court like a king among his subjects. His business acumen was unparalleled, his every word laced with shrewd insight and cunning strategy. But beneath the facade of charm lay a man driven by ambition, his thirst for power matched only by his ruthless determination to crush anyone who dared to stand in his way.

One of his guests, a young businessman named Leng, lingered near the door, a nervous energy radiating from him. Sovirin, I must say, it's always an honor to be in your presence, Leng said, his tone obsequious.

Sovirin raised an eyebrow, masking his amusement behind a facade of indifference. Flattery will get you nowhere, Leng, he replied, his voice tinged with mockery. But I appreciate the sentiment.

Leng chuckled nervously, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. Of course, of course, he muttered,