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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SIX
RICHARD’S POV My tires screeched as I pulled up to my father’s house. I didn’t even bother to park straight. I was out of the car before the engine shut off, slamming the door so hard it echoed through the quiet neighborhood. My blood was boiling, my fists clenched so tight I could feel my nails digging into my palms.As I stormed through the front gate, I spotted Jonathan in the garden, lounging on a chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. I saw red. Without a second thought, I charged at him. “Richard? What—” was all he managed to get out before my fist connected with his jaw. The sound of the impact was like music to my ears. I didn’t give him a chance to recover. I punched him again, right in the nose, feeling the crunch of bone under my knuckles.“Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the open garden. “What the hell were you thinking, huh?!” Jonathan tried to shield his face, but I wasn’t letting up. I hit him again and again, each punch mor
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN
RICHARD’S POVI arrived at Chairman Dennis’s grand mansion, flowers in one hand and a fancy gift box in the other. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the nerves gnawing at my stomach. For some reason, facing the chairman was more nerve-wracking than going up against those thugs.The butler let me in, and I was immediately hit with the smell of rich mahogany and fresh lilies. The place screamed wealth, but not in an obnoxious way—more like an old-money vibe. I followed the butler down the hall, my shoes sinking into the plush carpet.We reached the drawing room, and Chairman Dennis was standing by the window, looking out over his perfectly manicured lawn. When he saw me, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Richard! My boy! Come in, come in!”I stepped inside, offering him the flowers and the gift box. “Good afternoon, Chairman. These are for you and Cathy. Just a little something to say thank you for… well, everything.”He took the flowers and sniffed them, a broad
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-EIGHT
RICHARD’S POV I slumped against the cold, sterile wall, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me. Tears poured down my face, my vision blurring as I tried to process the news. An hour ago, he was alive. Breathing. Yelling at me for the same crap he always did. Now, he was gone. Just like that. Jonathan’s voice cut through the fog in my head, sharp and panicked. “Are you sure he’s dead?” He was talking to the doctor, his voice breaking. “Isn’t there anything you can do?”The doctor looked at him with that same tired, pitying expression. “I’m sorry. We did everything we could.”I knew my brothers were guilty, and I could see it all over their faces. William was shaking his head, staring at the floor, his lips moving as if he was muttering something to himself. Jonathan looked like he was in shock, his mouth hanging open, eyes wide.They knew. They fucking knew.My heart pounded in my chest, a rush of blood surging through me like a dam had just burst. I didn’t even think—I jus
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-NINE
RICHARD’S POV Jonathan and William were on their feet, shouting like lunatics. “What the hell are you talking about?” Jonathan yelled, his face red and contorted with rage. “You must be out of your mind! There’s no way Dad would leave everything to Richard!” William was right behind him, eyes blazing. “This is bullshit! You’re lying! There’s no way he’d do that. He’d never cut us out like this!” Mr. Harding raised his hands, trying to calm them down. “Gentlemen, please—” “No, we’re not calming down!” Jonathan screamed. “This is a joke! Richard’s just a—” “Don’t you fucking say it,” I warned, stepping toward him. “I dare you.” Jonathan glared at me, chest heaving with every angry breath. “You’re just a bastard! You don’t deserve any of this!” I clenched my fists, trying to keep my temper in check. “Say what you want, but Dad’s will is clear. He made his choice.” William shook his head, practically vibrating with fury. “No, he didn’t. There’s no way. You must have done
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETY
I stepped closer, my voice low and icy. “Watch your mouth. I’m not asking for your respect, but you will do as I say. Otherwise, you’ll find out exactly how serious I am.” William’s eyes narrowed. “You’re going to regret this.” “I doubt it,” I shot back. “Now, get your stuff and get out. The clock’s ticking.” Mr. Harding watched with a resigned expression. “I suggest you listen to him. It’s not worth the fight.” Jonathan’s and William’s faces twisted with rage. Jonathan lunged forward, his hand gripping a knife with a crazed look in his eyes. I barely had time to react. The lawyer jumped in front of me, trying to wrestle the knife out of Jonathan’s hand. I joined in, pushing and shoving, the adrenaline pumping through me like a freight train. “Stay the hell away from me!” Jonathan screamed, trying to slash at us. “You can’t do this!” “Shut up and drop the knife!” I shouted, my voice tight with anger. After a tense struggle, the lawyer managed to knock the knife from Jonathan
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETY-ONE
RICHARD’S POVThe moment I pulled up to my mother’s house, I saw them—reporters. They swarmed the entrance like vultures, cameras flashing, microphones shoved forward, desperate to catch a piece of my misery. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The last thing I needed right now was to face a barrage of questions, but there was no way around it.“Mr. Richard! Any comments on your father’s passing?” one shouted as soon as I stepped out of the car.“Mr. Richard, what’s next for the family business?” another called out.“Can you give us a statement?”I pushed through them, barely acknowledging their existence. I wasn’t in the mood to entertain their relentless probing. They didn’t care about me, about my father—they just wanted a headline. I felt a headache starting to pound behind my eyes as I finally reached the door, slamming it shut behind me.Inside, the house was quieter, but only slightly. I immediately noticed Amelia standing near the window, her face soft wit
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETY-TWO
RICHARD’S POVI couldn’t believe them. Standing there, both Amelia and Cathy, acting like the world revolved around their petty bullshit while I was trying to wrap my head around losing my father. The audacity. My blood was boiling, and I could feel the tension mounting in the room.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before speaking, but it didn’t help. The anger still bubbled beneath the surface.“Go home,” I finally said, my voice cold, staring at both of them. “Just… go.”Cathy, of course, had to be dramatic. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at me like I’d just insulted her entire family. “I’m going to tell my father to strip you of any respect or position you have, Richard. If you don’t come to a conclusion about our relationship, you’ll lose everything. You’ll regret it.”I snorted. I actually *snorted*. “Do your worst, Cathy. Honestly, go ahead. Threaten me all you want, but we both know this whole act of yours is just because you’re pissed that no one’s put a r
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETY-THREE
RICHARD’S POVI was sitting at my father’s old mahogany desk, flipping through some documents—more paperwork than I thought I’d ever have to deal with in my life. Legal stuff, property deeds, board meeting minutes. I could feel a headache coming on, just looking at it all.“Mr. Richard,” Billingsworth’s familiar, polished voice broke the silence. I glanced up, rubbing my temples. “There’s a lawyer here to see you.”A lawyer? Great, just what I needed—more legal talk. I sighed, pushing the stack of papers aside. “Let him in, Billingsworth.”Within a minute, the butler returned with the lawyer trailing behind him. The guy looked as stiff as a board, dressed in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than the car I drove last year. His face was as serious as a heart attack. “Good evening, Mr. Richard,” the lawyer greeted me, but there was no warmth behind his words. “I’m here on behalf of your brothers.”Of course. I leaned back in the chair, folding my arms. “Let me guess—they’re not h
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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
