Spend King: She Left Me, So I Bought Everything-Chapter 46: HE WOKE UP AS A NEW PERSON
Chapter 46: HE WOKE UP AS A NEW PERSON
Beep....
Beep....
Beep....
The first thing he heard was a quiet, steady beep.
He opened his eyes slowly. The ceiling above him was white and smooth, too perfect to feel natural. A scent of clean plastic, cold metal, and hospital-grade silence hung in the air. The sheets on his body were crisp. His limbs responded to his thoughts. His heart beat calmly.
But his mind was empty.
He tried to recall his name. His family. A single memory. Nothing came. Just stillness. Blank space.
He sat up slowly, observing the room around him. Everything was sharp, modern, and expensive. A floor-to-ceiling window offered a hazy view of Singapore’s skyline. The suite was private. Luxurious. There were no flowers, no visitors. Just a single table with folded clothes, a glass of water, and a phone.
He reached for the phone out of instinct.
It unlocked instantly without a fingerprint. There were no apps, no messages. Only one black icon sat in the middle of the screen: a golden circle labeled System.
He tapped it.The screen flashed once and displayed a line of text.
[System Online]
→ Unlimited balance available for spends on women
→ All other spending is blocked
→ 1% of each valid spend is credited directly to your personal account
→ Just spend. I will handle the rest.
He blinked at it, confused. "What is this?" he whispered. The screen didn’t respond. No sound, no AI, no dialogue box. Just instructions already active. Already real.
He stared at his reflection in the black glass of the phone. The man looking back wasn’t familiar. Sharp jawline. Piercing black eyes. Neatly trimmed hair. Clean skin. Nothing felt wrong yet none of it felt his.
A quiet knock on the door broke the silence.
A woman in a white coat entered. Mid-thirties. Beautiful in a dignified way. Her ID badge read: Dr. Reeva Menon – Cardiologist. She carried a cracked tablet in her left hand, and exhaustion in her eyes.
"You’re awake," she said softly. She checked the monitor and clipboard. "Three days unconscious. No ID, no contacts, no fingerprints on record. You were found on the side of a service road near Clarke Quay."
He watched her carefully.
"You don’t remember anything, do you?" she asked.
He didn’t respond. Just stared and remembered how she took care of him in hospital and helped him to recover.
She gave a small, professional smile. "Your body’s fine. But I think your memories may take time."
He remembered how she helped him to recover his health in the hospital.She is the only one who took care of him.
He looked down at the cracked screen in her hand. Her coat was slightly frayed at the corner. She looked capable. Intelligent. But worn down.
The phone in his hand vibrated lightly.
[Valid Target Detected]
→ Dr. Reeva Menon
→ Suggested Spend: Equipment
→ Tap to proceed
He stood up. She moved toward him. "Careful. You might feel dizzy."
But he walked past her without a word, barefoot and calm. At the hallway kiosk near the nurses’ station, he scanned the phone. A soft click. The device logged in.
He selected: HoloTab Pro – Diagnostic Series
Cost: $3,500
He tapped once. Paid instantly.
[Spend Complete]
→ $3,500 spent on Dr. Reeva Menon
→ $35 credited to your personal account
→ Updated Balance: $35
He walked back into the room and held out the tablet.
Reeva looked at him, puzzled. "This isn’t mine."
He placed it in her hands. She looked down and immediately realized what it was. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Why...?"
He didn’t answer.
She tried to find words. "Are you someone important?"
"I don’t know," he replied softly for the first time. "But I need a name."
He looked out the window for a long moment, then said with quiet finality:
"Call me Pavan."
He turned and walked out of the room, wearing no shoes, carrying only the black phone.
The hospital had been only the beginning.
Now, the world would see him.
The luxury rooftop lounge was the definition of exclusive.Gold-lit chandeliers. Handpicked décor worth millions. Conversations weaving between silent power brokers—men who controlled corporations, women who dictated the fashion world, heirs to ancient family empires.
Tonight, they gathered, sipping from crystalline glasses, making unseen deals.
None of them expected an outsider to step in.None of them expected him.
Pavan walked through the entrance with the confidence of someone who belonged.
He wasn’t just present—he commanded attention.
The tailored black shirt, the perfect precision of his movements, the unreadable expression.
People noticed immediately.Whispers started.
Who is he?
A celebrity? A royal? A CEO?
The lounge manager glanced over, instinctively assessing. No reservations. No entourage. Yet something about this man demanded respect.
Pavan barely paused as he scanned the room.And then, he saw her.
Yuki Aihara.
She sat at the grand piano, fingers gliding across the keys, her posture effortless but distant.
Daughter of an elite empire. Heiress to a world of expectations. A trained performer—but playing for an audience that would never truly see her.
That would change tonight.
His phone pulsed.
[Valid Target Detected]
→ Yuki Aihara
→ Suggested Spend: Exclusive Performance Contract
He tapped.
[Spend Complete]
→ $500,000 spent on Yuki Aihara’s exclusive booking
→ $5,000 credited to personal account
→ Updated Balance: $5,035
The lounge owner’s phone buzzed instantl and then—the atmosphere shifted.
Private bookings weren’t unusual in this world.But this wasn’t just a request. It was a statement.
For the next hour, Yuki Aihara’s music belonged to only one person.l and the lounge staff made sure everyone knew who had placed the order.
Whispers spread.Eyes turned.The elite watched him.Not with dismissal. Not with irritation.With intrigue. With respect. With curiosity.
Yuki stopped playing mid-note, her fingers hovering above the keys.
She turned, the quiet weight of the lounge pressing against her, scanning the room.
Then, her eyes landed on him.The man who had just bought her time.
Unlike the usual elite, he didn’t stare with hunger. He didn’t watch with arrogance.
He had simply made a move—then let the world react.
For the first time, she faltered.Not because she was afraid.Because for the first time, someone had spent on her without asking for anything in return.
And that changed everything.
The world never stopped watching and tonight, the whispers about him would turn into headlines.
Across Singapore, the consequences of one man’s spending were beginning to take shape.
In a hospital, Dr. Reeva Menon stood in her office, scrolling through her medical records on the flawless new tablet gifted by a patient unlike any other. The device wasn’t just an upgrade—it was an elevation. The access it granted her, the sudden shift in her status—it was a silent power move orchestrated by someone with endless wealth.
In a luxury boutique, Nikita Rao received a call. Her sponsorship deals were returning. The brands that had left her behind after a scandal were suddenly reconsidering—because overnight, her comeback had exploded online.
And in a rented apartment, Alicia Tan sat frozen at her screen. Her follower count had doubled. Major media outlets had started reaching out, offering her opportunities she had only dreamed of before.
Three women. Three transformations and they all traced back to one man.The rooftop lounge still buzzed with murmurs.
Who was he?
What kind of power does he hold?
Nobody spent like that—not without expectations. Not without demands. But he had.
No words. No requests. Just money and dominance and now, people wanted to know him.
The first headline appeared before dawn.
"Mystery Billionaire Controls Singapore’s High Society – Who Is Pavan Kalyan?"
By morning, there were ten more articles dissecting his presence, his spending patterns, his ability to shift wealth effortlessly.
People searched for his company. His background. His history.
They found nothing.
No startup empire. No inherited fortune. No boardroom ties.Just money—endless, incomprehensible money.
And that made him dangerous.
Somewhere in a skyscraper overlooking Marina Bay Sands, a man sat in silence, tapping his fingers against polished glass.
He had watched the headlines. He had seen the transactions and he knew what they meant.
This wasn’t just a billionaire flexing his wealth.
This was a disruption.
Pavan was shaking the balance of power and in his world—disruptors weren’t welcome.
The world had seen him.They knew his name now. They had watched him spend, watched him disrupt, and watched him rise—without explanation, without hesitation and now, they wanted more.
The elite circles were shifting.Business moguls whispered in hushed tones about Pavan Kalyan—the mystery billionaire who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
Financial analysts attempted to trace his empire, but there was nothing—no known corporation, no inherited fortune, no history.
Just spending. Just power and that terrified the ones who had controlled the game before he arrived.
Yuki Aihara couldn’t stop thinking about him.
The piano keys felt colder tonight. Her mind drifted back to that moment—the booking notification, the half-played song, the man in black who had bought her performance without speaking a single word.
People spent money on her before—but never like this.
Not with this kind of weight.Not without expectations.
Who was he?
And more importantly—why had he chosen her?
Her fingers clenched slightly against the smooth ivory keys.She needed to know.
Meanwhile, his next target had appeared.
Pavan stood in front of a café, the scent of fresh coffee blending with soft conversations and the occasional rustle of sketchbooks.
Inside, a woman sat near the counter, drawing quietly on napkins.
Zara Ibrahim.
Self-taught artist.Underpaid café waitress.
Hidden talent buried under daily struggle.
His phone pulsed.
[Valid Target Detected]
→ Zara Ibrahim
→ Suggested Spend: Creative Investment
Pavan stepped forward.Another ripple was about to form.Another life was about to change.
To be continued...
