
The world now knew his name.
Smile Millet.12Please respect copyright.PENANAf5VoyHfSdw
The genius behind a global empire.12Please respect copyright.PENANAngk0feh8hT
A man who turned nothing into everything.12Please respect copyright.PENANAy0EZniJZL5
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.12Please respect copyright.PENANAJ4KZgjkblm
His face graced billboards, his words inspired thousands.12Please respect copyright.PENANAdFt373FgPq
But when the applause faded and the rooms emptied, he was always left alone with the silence.12Please respect copyright.PENANA05E0FAZrsl
The same silence he had known since childhood.12Please respect copyright.PENANAzlxtbtUY9N
The same silence that greeted him when his mother died.12Please respect copyright.PENANAu2hhrR7soB
When his father gave up.12Please respect copyright.PENANAx3ugVm9naY
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:12Please respect copyright.PENANAH4O1cDJdpj
Recognition. Power. Purpose.12Please respect copyright.PENANAW6VGILeJfR
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,12Please respect copyright.PENANAqnLxi3EHyX
“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.12Please respect copyright.PENANA9Nb1rtUvrg
Stopped eating regularly.12Please respect copyright.PENANAncEjlzZMQs
Stopped attending celebrations.12Please respect copyright.PENANAdSOfQKzIqY
Work became routine, and success became meaningless repetition.
The worst part? No one noticed.12Please respect copyright.PENANADW6ZxE0Hj4
He had become so good at hiding, that even Harbon and Fredge saw only the mask.12Please respect copyright.PENANAbXFFlWbd6E
The world saw a king.12Please respect copyright.PENANA96hFbP1AO5
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—12Please respect copyright.PENANAIv3H8qR3dO
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.12Please respect copyright.PENANA4mIaqT9OmI
But because he couldn’t feel it.
But fate, once again, had other plans.12Please respect copyright.PENANAnTa3HrB17A
And just as he stood on the edge of letting go—12Please respect copyright.PENANAXm7UMTJuz1
She appeared.
A girl with light in her voice.12Please respect copyright.PENANAqvvs34znYu
With laughter in her eyes.12Please respect copyright.PENANAqOZtS5EjT5
With a name that sounded like a sunrise.
Happy Kingston.
And for the first time in years, something inside Smile paused.