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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
RICHARD'S POVThe meeting with my partner, Henderson, was nothing short of a shock. As I sat across from him, the weight of the file in my hands felt heavier than ever before. I couldn't believe what I was reading."Why are you terminating the contract?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the fragile reality I found myself in.Henderson's expression was unreadable, a mask of neutrality that betrayed nothing of the turmoil within. "Your reputation has affected my business, Richard," he replied evenly, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "I can't risk falling off because of you.""But my name has been cleared," I protested, desperation seeping into my voice. "I've done everything I can to set things right, to prove my innocence. You know that."Henderson's lips twisted into a wry smile, a bitter echo of the camaraderie we once shared. "Consider it my farewell gift to you, Richard," he said, his tone final. "It's time for us to part ways."I fel
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
RICHARD'S POVAn hour later, I stood in the dimly Lit parking lot behind my office building, the cold night air biting at my skin. The sound of tires on wet asphalt signaled Gustavo's arrival. He pulled up in a nondescript sedan, the back door opening to reveal a man who looked far too relaxed for someone caught in the eye of a storm. Michael Derringer, the leaker, stepped out, a slight stumble in his step, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the dim lighting. He looked up, locking eyes with me, a flicker of recognition passing over his features before it was quickly masked by indifference. "Richard, huh?" His voice held a mocking tilt, the arrogance of his stance infuriating me further. "Why did you leak those false trash about me? And why lie about being arrested?" I asked, my voice calm but ice-cold.Michael smirked, leaning his back against the car. "Why does anyone do anything in this game? Money, Mr. Richard. It's always about the money." The simplicity of his answer, the
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
RICHARD'S POVI slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the empty hallways of my house. I could barely think straight, let alone figure out my next move. I couldn't believe the nerve of my former partner. How could he? How could Henderson sink so low?My mind churned with thoughts of retribution, every muscle in my body tense with the need for action. The smug bastard thought he could get away with ruining me, with dragging everything I had built through the mud. But he was sorely mistaken.I yanked off my tie and threw it on the couch, pacing the room like a caged animal. My first instinct was to call Jenny. She was my ally in this battle against deceit and treachery. Without pausing, I grabbed the phone from the hallway table and punched in Jenny's number with trembling fingers. I dialed it, my mind racing with plans and strategies to bring down my former partner. It rang once—twice—before she answered.“Jenny," I greeted tersely as she picked up the phone, my voice t
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
RICHARD'S POVThe cool, calculated air of the conference room was a stark contrast to the storm raging in my heart as I entered. The long, polished table was surrounded by familiar faces. At the head of the table sat the minister, Collins, his presence authoritative yet open. I was here for the business meeting which he had invited me to.Henderson Rhodes, my former partner, was already seated, his surprise at my arrival poorly masked by a quick, insincere smile. "Richard, glad you could join us," the minister greeted, still oblivious to the undercurrents of tension. "Thank you, Minister," I replied, nodding respectfully as I took my place. Henderson wasted no time. "Minister, I feel it's important to clarify that Richard and I are no longer in partnership. His presence here might be... misleading." The room tightened with whispered speculations, the air thick with sudden interest. The minister’s brows knitted in confusion. "Is that so? Richard, you were just discussing the pro
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
RICHARD'S POVWhen I arrived at the hotel, I was greeted with unexpected fanfare. My employees lined the lobby, clapping and cheering. Balloons and streamers hung from the ceiling, and a table was laden with gifts. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and for a moment, I allowed myself to bask in the glow of their admiration. I felt a swell of pride in my chest, knowing that my recent success was as much a victory for them as it was for me."Thank you, everyone," I said, raising my hands to quiet the crowd. "Your support means the world to me. Let's keep pushing forward and make this year the best one yet!" Their cheers grew louder, and a few of them even started chanting my name. Amidst the celebration, my gaze drifted to the back of the crowd where I spotted two of my staff—Mark and Lisa—standing apart from the rest. Their expressions were stern, their arms crossed, and there was a palpable tension emanating from them. Mark's jaw was clenched tightly, and Lisa's eyes bore into me with
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
RICHARD'S POVThe smoke still lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded. The firefighters, their faces smeared with soot and sweat, were wrapping up, hoses coiling like exhausted serpents. My office, once the heart of my operations, now lay in ruins, charred and unrecognizable. The acrid scent of burnt paper and wood stung my nostrils, mingling with the bitter taste of dread in my mouth. "Mr. Richard, most of the documents are gone” a firefighter, his name tag reading 'Johnson,' said, his voice heavy with sympathy. "I'm sorry, man." I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. My mind raced, tallying the losses. Important documents, ownership rights, contracts—Amelia's former company was now in a precarious position. This wasn't just a fire; it was an attack. "Get the security team here," I managed to croak out, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. "I need to know how this happened." Minutes later, the security team assembled in the remnants of my
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY
RICHARD'S POV I was still trying to salvage the files on my desk when my phone buzzed violently in my pocket. I glanced at the screen and saw the caller ID: Augustus Merrick, the manager of the real estate company where I bought my house from. I frowned, wondering why he'd be calling me at this hour. "Hello, Mr. Merrick," I answered, still half-focused on the stack of partially burnt papers in front of me. "Richard, your house is on fire! We've called the firefighters, but you need to get here right away!" His voice was frantic, every word dripping with urgency and panic. My heart skipped a beat. "What? How? I'll be there in five minutes!" I hung up, my hands trembling as I fumbled for my car keys. It's undoubtedly my worst day yet. The drive was a blur of honking horns and red lights that I ignored. My mind raced faster than the car, filled with dread and disbelief. When I arrived, my house was already engulfed in flames. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, and th
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
RICHARD'S POVThe charred remains of the documents haunted me as I stared at Gregory, his smug grin etched into my mind like a scar that won’t heal. I clenched my fists, feeling the heat rise to my face. "I have the court's backing," I insisted, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. That was when Gregory stopped and turned back, his laughter filling the room, echoing off the walls like the ghosts of my lost hopes. "Oh, Richard, you poor deluded fool. The judge who handled your case is dead. What proof do you have now? Ashes?" He chuckled again, his eyes gleaming with condescension. I could almost see the ghosts of my dreams, the ones I'd built on acquiring the company, slipping away. "You need to step down, Gregory. Or I'll bring the police into this." His laughter stopped abruptly. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine, his breath hot and reeking of whiskey. "You think the police will help you? They're in my pocket, every last one of them. Do yoursel
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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
