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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO
RICHARD’S POV I walked out of the hospital with my mom, who looked pale but hopeful. She gripped my arm tightly, her strength surprising me given her recent health ordeal. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. A notification from the Ultra Billionaire system: "Task complete. You have earned 3 points.” I allowed myself a brief smile, slipping the phone back in my pocket. Every point counted. Mom looked up at me, her grip tightening on my arm. “Richard, are you sure this transplant will work?” Mom’s voice trembled a bit, though she tried to hide it. “Absolutely, Mom. Everything’s going to be fine.” I smiled, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “We’ve got the best doctors, and you’re a fighter. This is just another bump in the road.” Just then, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen: Dad. Great timing. “Hello?” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Richard, I need to see you. Now.” Dad’s voice was sharp, no-nonsense. “Dad, I’ve got ur
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREE
RICHARD’S POV I pulled into the driveway, my head spinning. The Jade Plate fiasco had left me feeling like a total loser. I needed to regroup. As I walked through the front door, my mind raced with a hundred things at once. Mom’s surgery was coming up, and I needed to make sure everything at home was taken care of. The idea of hiring some housekeepers floated in my mind. I could use the help, and Mom would appreciate it.Just as I was about to call an agency, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Amelia. What did she want now?“Hey, Richard. I need some help. Can you meet me?”Curious, I texted back. “Sure. What’s up?”Her reply was quick but vague. “I’ll explain when you get here. It’s important.”I frowned. Amelia was usually more straightforward. I grabbed my keys and headed out, her cryptic message playing on my mind. When I arrived at the address she gave me, I was surprised to find myself in front of a company building. Why here?I walked in, scanning the lobby until I spotted Am
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR
RICHARD'S POVI then stared up at the bodyguard, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Really? A full-grown man claiming a spot at a public restaurant? That's hilarious."The bodyguard's face hardened. "Mr. Quinn has a routine social interaction with his fans here. He has a particular seat." He pointed at the stickers plastered all over the table. "See? It’s reserved."Before I could respond, he added, "If you don’t stand up, we will throw you out."I glanced around, noticing everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. Not wanting to cause more trouble, I sighed. "Fine, whatever. Let’s just move, Amelia."But before we could stand, Mr Quinn himself cleared his throat. "Only you, leave. The lady can stay. I’d like a word with her."I laughed, shaking my head. "Not happening."I chuckled and shook my head again, "Not possible, my friend. Amelia wouldn't be caught dead with you."“Listen up, boy. You don’t speak for her. And mind how you run your mouth in here. It's obvious you don't know
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE
RICHARD'S POV I was in the middle of a workout when my phone buzzed. It was a message from my father, summoning me to the house. I had no idea what he wanted, but knowing him, it couldn't be anything good. I grabbed my stuff and headed over, my mind racing with possibilities.I pulled up to my father’s house, already dreading whatever nonsense he had in store for me this time. Jonathan and William were just coming back from wherever rich idiots go to kill time. In fact when I arrived, they were just getting out of their car, smirking like they'd won the lottery, and I knew that look. It never meant anything good for me.“Well, if it isn’t the big shot,” Jonathan sneered, waving a newspaper at me.“Looks like someone’s been playing cowboy,” William added, his tone dripping with sarcasm.“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely confused.“You really haven’t seen it?” Jonathan laughed. “You’re all over the news, big brother. Challenging the reigning horse-riding champio
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-SIX
RICHARD’S POV I was in serious panic, my heart pounding like a freight train. My mother was sprawled on the floor, her face ashen. I could barely breathe as I scrambled for my phone, hands shaking. I dialed 911 with a sense of frantic urgency. “Please, hurry!” I gasped into the phone, trying to stay calm. “My mother—she’s not breathing properly. I think she’s having a heart attack.” The operator’s voice was calm and steady, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. “Help is on the way. Can you tell me her condition? Is she conscious?” I knelt beside her, tears stinging my eyes. “No, she’s unconscious. I don’t know how long it’s been like this. Please, just hurry.” “Stay with her,” the operator instructed. “Perform CPR if you know how.” I wasn’t trained in CPR, but I followed the operator’s instructions as best I could, my hands trembling as I pressed down on her chest. It felt like hours before the sirens wailed outside. When the paramedics burst in, I practically threw my
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN
RICHARD’S POV Fury bubbled inside me. I couldn't shake off the horseman's hateful words. I turned back, my fists clenched. I wasn't about to let him walk away scot-free. I charged at him, my fist connecting with his face in a satisfying crack. The man's head snapped back, and for a moment, I felt a surge of primal satisfaction. But before I could land another punch, I felt a pair of strong arms grab me from behind, I struggled, my rage making me fight harder, but his bodyguards weren't holding back. They pummeled me with hard punches. I tried to block and throw a few of my own, but it felt like I was fighting a losing battle. "Get off me!" I yelled, spitting out blood and sweat. Some people started to gather, their phones out, and recording the spectacle. I could hear murmurs and gasps from the crowd, and the horse rider's smug laugh cut through the chaos. "Let him go," he ordered his goons. "I want him to remember this." They released me, and I stumbled backward, my
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-EIGHT
RICHARD’S POV The hospital premises were a mess of flashing cameras and shouting reporters as soon as I walked through the entrance. I barely got two steps in before they swarmed me like a pack of hungry wolves. “Mr. Thorne, did you really attack the horse rider?” one reporter yelled, shoving a microphone in my face. Another one cut in, “Are you here because you’re mentally unstable?” I clenched my jaw. “What’s it to you?” I snapped. “My mother is undergoing a heart transplant. That’s why I’m here.”A guy with a camera shoved it even closer. “So you’re admitting you attacked the horse rider? Did he really wish for your mother’s death?”I felt my blood pressure rise. “Yeah, he did. And if he had the balls to say that to my face again, I’d gladly punch him again.”They started shouting questions over each other, making it impossible to hear myself think. “Will you still be participating in the race?” One voice cut through the chaos. “Hell yes, I’ll be there,” I said, trying to soun
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-NINE
RICHARD’S POVAs I sat in the waiting room, I couldn’t help but notice Amelia’s intense scowl directed at Cathy. It was like she’d just spotted an old rival. Before I could say anything, Amelia marched over to me with a determined stride.Cathy, catching the change in atmosphere, frowned and glanced at me. “Do you know her?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.Amelia wasted no time. “Oh, Richard not only knows her, but he plans to marry her,” she said with a dramatic flourish.Cathy’s eyes widened, and her mouth fell open, but she quickly shut it, looking between us with a mix of surprise and confusion. I cleared my throat, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. “Uh, Cathy, is everything alright?”Cathy gave me a polite but puzzled wink. “Yes, everything’s fine,” She gave a tight-lipped smile. “Just... surprised.”I nodded, trying to keep things civil. “Yeah, and Amelia and I are still figuring out the whole marriage thing. Nothing’s set in stone yet,” I added, shooting Amelia
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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
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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
