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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
RICHARD'S POV The sleek glass doors of the Council building slid open with a whisper, ushering me to the stark modernity of it's lobby. I was here, physically present for the meeting with the business development council, but mentally, I was miles away in a courtroom waiting for a verdict on a case that would have ended my life.The council building was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning, but the noise inside my head was deafening. Today, they would deliver James’s verdict, the man who had slept with my ex-wife and had made an attempt on my life. I should have been at the courthouse, watching justice being served, but duty had me chained.As I approached the private elevator, my phone buzzed insistently. It was Jenny, my assistant, and given the timing, I knew it wasn't a reminder about the meeting. My pulse quickened as I swiped to answer."Richard, I have news," Jenny's voice came through, tinged with an indefinable emotion. "Tell me," I said, bracing myself ag
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
RICHARD'S POV A jolt of disbelief surged through the room. It was Like watching dominoes topple; one by one, the businessmen who had once mocked me stood up, their faces contorted in shock and indignation. "This has to be a mistake!" Mr. Clarkson, always the ringleader, barked, his eyes bulging slightly as he pointed an accusatory finger at the council. "You need to recheck those results!" Marianne, unflinching, adjusted her glasses with a calm that bordered on cold, and replied without a hint of doubt in her voice. "The results stand as announced. We have thoroughly vetted all proposals, and it's clear that Richard's idea will bring substantial revenue and new businesses to our city. Unfortunately, your submission did not meet the same standards." "But this is absurd!" another one of the men chimed in. "He's just a small-time player. How can his idea be better than ours? You need to double-check those results!" Their protests grew louder, but so did the firmness in Marianne's to
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
RICHARD'S POVThe morning after the unsettling discovery of the photographs, I was greeted by an unexpected but entirely welcome notification on my phone. The message was from the ultra-billionaire system."Congratulations, Richard. You have been granted $5 million to enhance your business ventures. Spend this to unlock a new skill point." A smile tugged at my lips. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. With threats looming and projects expanding, this was the windfall I needed. But it wasn't just about the money; it was the skill point that intrigued me most. The ability to acquire a new skill could be a game-changer.I sat at my desk, the morning light casting long shadows across the room, and dialed Jenny, my assistant who had proven herself indispensable time and again. "Good morning, Richard. What's on the agenda today?" Jenny's voice was crisp, the sound of someone who thrived on efficiency. "Morning, Jenny. I need you to transfer all files related to my partnership wit
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
RICHARD'S POVTension crackled in the air Like the sizzle of hot oil. The stainless steel counters reflected not only the bright overhead lights but also the high stakes of the competition laid out before us. I stood at my station, a collection of ingredients lined up like soldiers ready for battle. Across from me, Chef Baptiste was a picture of concentrated arrogance, his knives laid out with surgical precision.I could feel the skeptical glares burning into my back. Just hours ago, I had made a secret purchase from the Ultra-billionaire system—a comprehensive set of elite cooking skills. It felt like cheating, but in this cutthroat world, I needed every advantage. I tied my apron, the murmur of the staff around me was impossible to ignore. “That’s the guy? He doesn’t look like he’s ever held a knife properly,” sneered a sous chef as he expertly diced vegetables. “Must be one of those rich brats who thinks cooking is just another plaything,” another chimed in, her voice dripping wit
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
RICHARD'S POVChef Baptiste was still on his knees, his pride crumbling like a poorly baked soufflé. The room was a mix of hushed whispers and stifled chuckles, the energy shifting between sympathy and disbelief."Please, Richard. I—I can do better. Just give me another chance," Baptiste pleaded, his voice breaking under the strain. This was my moment of triumph, and I wasn't about to let it slip away. But as he pleaded with me, desperation etched into every line of his face, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. It was time to put an end to this charade."Enough," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You've had your chance. Now leave. I believe the stipulation was clear enough from the start."But to my surprise, instead of obeying my command, the chef began to laugh—a low, mocking sound that grated on my nerves. I narrowed my eyes, my patience wearing thin. Did he truly think this was a laughing matter?"What's so funny?" I demanded, my tone lace
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
RICHARD'S POV Walking out of the kitchen, I felt a mix of elation and anxiety. I had proven myself in this fierce arena, not just as a boss but as a chef. The road ahead would be challenging, but tonight, I had earned something invaluable- their respect and, unexpectedly, my own passion for cooking. By the time I got home, exhaustion clawed at my body, but a triumphant grin was plastered across my face as I flopped onto my bed. It had been a monumental day, not just in terms of business, but personally. I'd finally put Chef Baptiste in his place after his unwarranted arrogance and disrespect towards me. The thought alone had me chuckling into the soft pillow. Just as I was about to drift into sleep, my phone lit up with an incoming email notification. I groaned inwardly, knowing it was probably just another boring reminder or update. However, as I read the sender's name—Jenny, my personal assistant—a spark of alertness surged through me. The meeting with Rhodes Inc. tomorrow mornin
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FIFTY
RICHARD'S POVMy mind raced, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me like a heavy fog."Henderson," I began, my voice steady but tinged with concern, "can you provide me with a list of all the parties involved in this bidding process?"Henderson raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Of course, Richard," he replied, reaching for a folder on his desk. "But may I ask why?"I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "I need to ensure that there are no conflicts of interest," I explained carefully. "I want to make sure that we're approaching this project with caution."The paper felt heavy as it slid across his glossy table, the names typed in a stark, impersonal font. My eyes widened, catching on two familiar names—Jonathan and William, my stepbrothers. I felt a surge of anger rising within me. I knew them—they would stop at nothing to get what they wanted, even if it meant playing dirty. The room suddenly felt colder, the air thic
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
The night stretched on endlessly as I tossed and turned, each tick of the clock serving as a relentless reminder of the chaos that had engulfed my life. 3:27 AM blinked accusingly on the bedside clock, its red digits slicing through the darkness like sharp accusations. Sleep was a distant memory, chased away by the relentless onslaught of thoughts racing through my mind.The morning light began to filter through the blinds, casting a cold, unwelcome glow across the room. Dawn brought no relief, only the harsh reality of the nightmare that had unfolded just hours before.I sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by scattered papers and my laptop, trying to make sense of the chaos that had consumed my life. My phone vibrated, and I saw Henderson Rhodes's name flashing on the screen. He was the closest thing I had to an ally in this mess, and despite my racing heart, his voice was a reassuring presence amidst the turmoil.“Richard, I saw the news. What’s going on? What's this mess, man!? Te
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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
