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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
JENNY'S POV Even though the fear of the police watching me gnawed at my nerves, I pressed on, sneaking through the shadows as I crept towards Richard's house. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest. The night was quiet, almost too quiet, and every creak of the floorboards under my feet sounded like a thunderclap. The files containing the evidence that Richard needed were inside, the evidence that could clear his name. I had promised to get them. But the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. As I turned the knob and slipped inside, I was immediately struck by the sight of a woman and a little girl in the living room. The dim light from a single lamp cast eerie shadows on their faces. Panic surged through me, and I opened my mouth to shout but the woman raised her hand. My heart skipped a beat. “Who are you?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Definitely not his wife. Richard isn’t married." The woman quickly put a finger to her lips. "Please, don’t sh
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
RICHARD'S POV I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital room, but something felt off. The machines beeping around me, the sterile smell of the hospital, it all seemed surreal."Welcome back, Richard," a robotic voice said in my ear. It was from the Ultra system. "You've been out for a while. I can restore you to full health for just 2 ultra points."I hesitated for a moment, but the promise of full health was too enticing to resist. "Deal," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. My vision cleared, and I sat up with a start.The doctor standing over me jumped back, his eyes wide with fear. "Richard! Oh my...you're...you're alive!"I rubbed my head, trying to clear the fog. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice shaking.The doctor composed himself, his eyes still fixed on me in disbelief. "You're at the hospital, Richard. We...we declared you dead two hours ago."I laughed, a dry, humorless
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
Richard's POV The courtroom was packed, the air heavy with tension. I could see everyone’s eyes on me, but I kept my gaze fixed forward. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to remain calm. This was it—the moment that could make or break everything. Steve’s wife, Margaret, took the stand. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but there was a fire in them, a determination that made me feel a flicker of hope. The judge nodded for her to begin, and the room fell into an uneasy silence. “Mrs. Steve, please tell the court what happened the night of the fire,” the prosecutor said, his voice gentle but firm. Margaret took a deep breath. She glanced at me, her eyes full of gratitude, before turning to the judge “That night, we were at home, as we usually were. We were supposed to be asleep. But Steve had been coming home late for weeks, stressed and paranoid. He told me that Vincent Armitage had been threatening him, and was after him for refusing to approve faulty construction proje
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
Richard's POV The judge turned to the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen, you have heard the testimonies. We will now move to the closing statements.” My lawyer stood up, his face calm and composed. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have seen the truth today. Richard was set up by Vincent Armitage, who was desperate to cover his own crimes. The evidence is clear, and justice must be served.” The jury deliberated for what felt like an eternity. The courtroom was a sea of whispers and anxious glances. Finally, they returned, and my heart pounded in my ears as the foreman stood up. “We find the defendant, Richard, not guilty on all charges.” A wave of relief washed over me. I closed my eyes, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The courtroom erupted in whispers and murmurs. Some people clapped, others just sighed in relief. I felt tears sting my eyes as I turned to my lawyer, who gave me a reassuring nod. The judge banged his gavel once more. “Order! Order in the
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
RICHARD'S POV I had spent a week healing, both physically and mentally, from the hell I had endured in that wretched cell. The bruises had faded, but the determination within me had only grown stronger. Today was the day I would take my first step towards something good, something meaningful. I had a plan, and I was going to make it happen, no matter what.I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the hundredth time. The reflection staring back at me was one of resolve. My suit was crisp, my shoes polished. I needed to look the part if I was going to convince the mayor. I smoothed my suit jacket and took a deep breath. “Richard, you got this,” I whispered to my reflection. “It's time to make a change.”The drive to City Hall felt longer than usual, every step echoing with the gravity of what I was about to do. The building loomed ahead, a symbol of the bureaucracy and red tape I was determined to cut through. The bustling streets of the city buzzed with life
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
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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
