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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
Richard's POV As I pulled into my driveway, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Amelia stood at my doorstep, looking weary and lost. Her usually radiant skin was dull, and there was a sadness in her eyes that tugged at my heartstrings. I killed the engine and stepped out of the car, my mind racing. What could have brought her here? “Amelia?” I called out, trying to mask my surprise.She turned to face me, her shoulders slumping. “Hi, Richard,” she replied softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper, laden with a heaviness that made my chest tighten. “What happened?” I asked, concern lacing my words as I walked up to her. “Come on inside.” She hesitated for a moment but then nodded. I unlocked the door and led her into the living room. “Have a seat. Let me take your coat.” She handed it to me without a word. I hung it up and returned to find her perched on the edge of the couch, looking down at her hands. The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. “Are you hungry?” I a
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
When Richard got to work the next day, he made his way through the bustling atmosphere, nodding to his employees until he reached Jenny's office. Jenny, his PA and confidante, looked up from her desk, her eyes widening slightly as she saw him approach.“Morning, Jenny,” Richard greeted, his tone lighter than usual.“Morning, Richard,” She replied with a smile, her voice tinged with curiosity. “You seem… different today. What's up?”Richard returned her smile and leaned against her desk. “Guess who’s back in town?” “Who?” she asked, feigning disinterest as she shuffled some papers around on her desk. “Amelia,” Richard said, watching her carefully. “Amelia? As in… your Amelia?” Jenny asked.Richard nodded. “Yep. It was unexpected, I must say.”Jenny's hands stilled for a fraction of a second before she resumed her tasks, her smile a bit tighter. “That's great news, Richard. Really.” He noticed the brief flicker of jealousy in her eyes but chose not to comment on it. Instead, he shif
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
Richard sat in the back seat of his luxurious Bentley, staring absentmindedly out the window. His driver, James maneuvered through the evening traffic with practiced ease. Suddenly, he noticed a commotion by the roadside. A crowd had gathered, and voices were raised in anger. “Stop the car,” Richard instructed his driver.James pulled over, and Richard leaned forward. “What's going on there?” James glanced out the window. "Looks like an argument, sir." “Go see what’s happening.” Richard said, referring to his bodyguard. His bodyguard, a tall and imposing figure, stepped out of the car and walked towards the crowd. Richard watched as he approached the scene and spoke to someone. Moments later, his bodyguard returned. “There’s a young woman being accused of theft,” The bodyguard reported. “She claims she’s innocent, but the shop owner insists she stole jewelry.” Richard stepped out of the car, frowning. “Let’s go see for ourselves.”His bodyguard nodded and closed the car door gen
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
Richard barely had time to settle in the office the next morning before his secretary, Linda, knocked on his door. "Mr. Richard, there's someone here to see you. He says it's urgent," Linda said, looking a bit flustered. Richard frowned. "Who is it?" "It's Alex, Senator Jonah's son," she replied, her voice a whisper. Richard's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Send him in." A moment later, Alex strolled into the office. Tall, with an air of confidence and a smile that seemed permanently fixed on his face, he extended a hand to Richard. "Richard, the man!. Nice to finally meet you after all this time." Richard stood up and shook his hand. "Alex, this is unexpected. What brings you here?" Alex's smile widened. "I heard about the incident at the jewelry store yesterday. Quite the hero, aren't you?" Richard chuckled lightly. "Just did what anyone would do." "Well," Alex said, leaning in a bit, "I'm here to invite you to a masquerade ball I'm throwing tonight. It's in celebration of
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER NINETY
A hush abruptly fell over the boutique as Richard stepped in, and the air grew thick with the tension of unexpected recognition. The sugar daddy accompanying the mistress, turned his head to the entrance to know who had walked in—gasped loudly. His eyes went wide, darting between Richard and Amelia, who stood trembling near the back. The salespeople, too, seemed frozen in shock, their eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. Was this really happening, or were they dreaming?The mistress, with her obnoxiously loud lipstick and gaudy jewelry, didn’t seem to grasp the gravity of the situation at first. She sauntered over to Richard, a sly smile playing on her heavily made-up lips. “Richard?” The woman scoffed, disbelief evident in her voice. “You're here? For her?” She gestured dismissively towards Amelia, who stood frozen, her eyes wide with a mixture of relief and anxiety.Richard barely looked at the woman, his eyes fixed on Amelia. The mistress's smile faltered. She must have realized t
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
AMELIA'S POVI stood in front of the mirror, trying to steady my nerves. My hands shook as I pinned the final strand of hair into place. Richard had actually stood up for me today. The memory of it made my heart flutter. Could things really go back to how they used to be between us?The gown I had chosen for the masquerade ball fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. It was a deep emerald green, with intricate silver embroidery that caught the light with every movement. My mask, adorned with feathers and tiny crystals, completed the ensemble. I took a deep breath, feeling a cocktail of anticipation and anxiety churn in my stomach.A car horn beeped outside my window. “Right on time,” I murmured to myself, grabbing my clutch and heading downstairs. As I stepped outside, a sleek black limousine waited for me. The driver, a tall man with a polite smile, opened the door.“Miss Amelia, Mr. Richard sent me to pick you up,” he said.I slid into the backseat, the soft le
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
RICHARDS POV The masquerade ball was in full swing, colors and laughter swirling around us like leaves in a playful autumn breeze. Amelia stood beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm. The music played lively, weaving through the air, and drawing couples to the dance floor in a graceful dance of masks and mystery.I adjusted my mask, feeling the cool silk against my skin and glanced at Amelia. She looked stunning in her emerald green dress, her eyes sparkling behind her delicate mask.“Richard, have you tried the champagne?” Amelia asked softly. “It’s absolutely divine.”“I haven’t had the pleasure yet,” I replied, leaning closer to catch her scent—something floral and sweet, like jasmine. “But if you recommend it, I’m sure it’s worth a taste.”Before I could make my way to the champagne table, I spotted Jenny approaching us, her steps confident and her mask doing little to hide her smug expression. She seemed so sure of herself, so certain that she had the upper hand. Tonigh
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
RICHARD'S POVThe chandeliers glittered like a thousand tiny stars above us, casting a golden hue over the masquerade ball. Amelia's laughter was like music, and as we swayed to the rhythm, I felt a sense of peace. But peace is often fleeting.As we danced, a man with a portly belly approached. His mask was elaborate, hiding his features, but it couldn’t hide his wealth. "Excuse me," he said, his voice smooth yet commanding. "Would you care to join us for a private poker game? A more... exclusive event, if you will."I hesitated. Poker wasn't my forte. But before I could decline, Alex, Jenny’s man, sauntered over, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Didn't I tell you he wouldn't want to play?" he said loudly, making sure others around us could hear. "He obviously doesn't have the liver for it."The crowd's attention shifted to us. Whispered conversations buzzed around like annoying flies. People were watching, waiting for my reaction. I couldn't back down now. I glanced at Amelia, who
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO
RICHARD’S POV—THREE YEARS LATER I ran around the living room, chasing our twins in some endless game of tag. They were shrieking with laughter, little feet pounding on the floor, and honestly, it was the best sound in the world. But just as I made a playful grab for them, Amelia walked in with a tray of biscuits and gave me one of her classic mom-glares.“Really, Richard?” she said, exasperated but trying not to smile. “If you keep chasing them like that, they’re going to fall. And then who’s getting up at night with them when they’re crying? Not me, that’s for sure.”I stopped in my tracks and threw my hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright! You win. Kids, you heard your mother. Grab a biscuit and calm down, alright? Before we all get grounded.”The twins scrambled toward the tray, wide-eyed and hungry like they hadn’t just had breakfast an hour ago. Amelia rolled her eyes at me, handing the kids each a biscuit before turning her gaze on me.“No biscuit for you, mister,” she tease
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE
RICHARD’S POVI sat there, tapping my foot against the cold tile, waiting for the doctor to come in. Amelia was beside me, looking exhausted from my dragging her here yet again. But we were here, and I’d finally get some peace of mind.The door opened, and Dr. Geller strolled in, looking... oddly cheerful. He scanned his clipboard before smiling at both of us. “Well,” he said, “I’ve got some news that I think you’re going to like.”Amelia glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. “He didn’t find anything, right? See, I told you, Richard…”“No, no,” Dr. Geller cut in, chuckling. “Nothing bad. Quite the opposite, actually.”I held my breath, narrowing my eyes at him. “Spit it out, Doc. I don’t do suspense.”He grinned, finally setting down the clipboard. “Amelia, congratulations. You’re pregnant. Again.”For a split second, I thought he was joking. But then it hit me like a tidal wave, and I shot to my feet. “Are you serious?!” I practically yelled, and probably looked like a lunatic, but I di
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY
RICHARD’S POV—THREE WEEKS LATER Arriving home with the bouquet in one hand and Amelia’s favorite snacks in the other, I hoped today would lift her spirits, even a little. She hadn’t been herself since...well, since the loss. Three weeks, and yet it felt like everything had been hollowed out.As soon as I opened the door, the tense vibe hit me like a wall. Amelia was sitting there on the couch, pale but trying to keep calm, while her grandmother loomed over her with that steely look. The minute she spotted me, her eyes narrowed like she’d been waiting for this.“Richard,” she spat, voice low and biting, “this is all on you. You should have done better. Protected her, watched out for her—”“Enough,” I cut in, barely keeping my voice steady. I didn’t want a scene, not in front of Amelia. But I couldn’t just let this go. “If you’re going to blame someone, find a mirror.”Her face twisted, anger flaring up, and for a second I thought she’d come closer. “How dare you,” she snapped. “How da
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE
RICHARD’S POVDinner was quiet tonight. Too quiet. Amelia had barely touched her food, just pushing it around on her plate with this distant look in her eyes. I asked her if she was alright, and she’d just given me a tired smile and said she was fine. But something didn’t sit right. Still, I let it go, figuring she’d open up when she was ready.Upstairs, I lay on the bed waiting while she went into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and I stretched out, hands behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. The day had been long, and I was looking forward to nothing more than a quiet evening with her, maybe watch some dumb movie and unwind.But then I heard it—a loud voice cutting through the silence, sharp and strained. It was Amelia. A cry, filled with pain.I sat up so fast, my heart instantly in my throat. “Amelia?” I called, already on my feet and moving towards the door. There was no answer, only a muffled groan that sent my pulse skyrocketing.“Amelia, are you okay?” I ask
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT
RICHARD’S POVAmelia stared at me, her arms crossed, her eyes hard. I knew that look. It wasn't good.“He deserves whatever he's getting. Richard. You know that, right?"Her words hit me like a slap. I frowned, trying to keep calm. “Amelia, come on. He's still my brother. I know he messed up, but he's still family.” She shook her head, almost scoffing. "So what? Family doesn't mean you get a free pass to be a complete asshole and try to ruin someone's life.”I sighed, leaning back against the chair. "I'm not saying he should get a free pass. l'm just saying.. maybe he did what he did out of anger, or resentment, or-""Maybe?!" she cut me off, her voice rising. “Richard, he tried to kill you. He tied me up and used me as bait! I don't care if he was angry or resentful, that doesn't give him a damn excuse to behave like a psychopath!”I winced at her words. She wasn't wrong, but still… “Look, I know he crossed the line. A million times over. But people do stupid things when they're des
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN
RICHARD’S POV I froze, my breath catching in my throat as the bang reverberated through the room. For a second, everything was still. Silent. I looked down. Blood. Not mine. William gasped, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the wound in his side. The gun slipped from his hand, clattering uselessly to the floor. I stumbled back, hands slick with blood, heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to explode. The sound of the gunshot kept echoing in my ears like a bad dream, but this wasn’t a dream. William—my brother—was bleeding out on the floor. “Shit,” I gasped, rushing toward him. “Will… Goddamn it, stay with me!” His face was pale, eyes half-closed as he struggled to breathe. Blood poured from his side, seeping through my fingers as I pressed down hard. Too hard. It didn’t matter. “You’re gonna be fine. Hear me? You’re gonna be fine. Just hold on.” He coughed, a weak, bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Richard… you always… always screw things up, don’t you?” “Shut
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX
RICHARD’S POV “William," I said out loud. His body stiffened. He turned slowly to face me, his mask still on, but I knew it was him. The way he moved, his voice earlier—it all made sense now. “Take off the mask, man,” I said, my tone calm but laced with anger. “I know it’s you.” For a second, William didn’t move. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the mask off, revealing that familiar face. There was a twisted smirk on his lips, his eyes gleaming with hatred. I hated how much we looked alike—same damn smirk, same sharp features. “Smart as always, aren’t you, Richard?” he spat, lifting a gun and pointing it straight at me. “But not smart enough.” Great, now two guns were aimed at my head. Just another day in paradise. I grinned at him, trying to ignore the sweat dripping down my back. “William, c’mon. I don’t want trouble. I just want Amelia. Give me my wife, and I’ll walk out of here. No drama.” William let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re funny. Rea
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE
RICHARD’S POV We arrived at the building, and it looked dead—no lights, no signs of life, just an old, worn-down structure. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t have time to feel fear. Not when Amelia was in there. Somewhere. The police moved quietly, guns raised, signaling me to stay back. But there was no way in hell I was sitting this one out. As we entered the place, it smelled of damp wood and dust. My stomach churned, my instincts screaming that something was wrong. But then, just as I was about to dismiss the silence as a bad sign, I heard it—a voice. One I recognized. I froze. Was that…? “Goddamn it!” The voice was angry, echoing through the hollow space. “The bastard’s smarter than I thought. Papers! Can you believe this shit?” He was yelling into the phone, furious about something. The guy kept going on and on, cursing me for filling the bag with papers instead of the ransom money. I crouched behind a half-broken wall, trying to get a better listen, my breath sha
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR
RICHARD’S POV Morning came quicker than I wanted. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection, trying to calm my nerves. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I had to keep it together. Today was the day. The bag of fake cash sat on the bed, looking too light for the weight of what was at stake. I picked it up, slinging it over my shoulder like I was just going to the gym. If only it were that simple. The police were already outside, setting up, tapping into my phone like we’d planned. I headed out, feeling the cold air hit me as I got into my car. The drive to the location was tense, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I knew they were following me. Harris was in an unmarked car a few blocks back, probably sipping coffee like this was just another day for him. The location was a grimy parking lot, empty except for a few abandoned cars. The place looked like the kind of spot you’d find in a crime movie, the kind where not
