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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED
RICHARD’S POV The next day, Amelia and I headed to the courthouse to pick up our marriage certificate. We were joined by our families, and Amelia looked absolutely stunning. Her dress was perfect, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride as I looked at her.My mother, who had been quiet but supportive throughout everything, was there too. She gave Amelia a warm hug, and I could see how much it meant to both of them. The atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and happy chatter as we finalized the paperwork.Afterward, we decided to head to the fanciest hotel I’d reserved for the occasion. I had something special planned, but I wanted it to be a surprise. Amelia was all excited about the hotel, but I was looking forward to seeing her reaction to my other surprise.When we arrived at the hotel, Amelia’s eyes widened in surprise. The place was stunning, but that wasn’t the main event. I led her and the families outside, and that’s when they saw it: a massive yacht docked by the h
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND ONE
RICHARD’S POV When I got the call from Chairman Dennis, I knew this conversation was coming. I just wasn’t looking forward to it. The man sounded like he was holding back anger, his voice sharp and short on the phone. So when I pulled up to his mansion and stepped inside, I could already feel the weight of what was about to go down.The butler led me to Dennis’s study. No pleasantries this time—no handshake, no smile. Just a cold stare that could’ve frozen hell itself.“Richard,” Dennis started, his voice thick with disappointment, “I trusted you. I welcomed you into my home, treated you like family. And how do you repay me?”I sighed and sat down, already exhausted by the weight of the conversation. “Dennis, I didn’t come here to betray anyone. This isn’t about trust or loyalty. It’s about—"“It’s about Cathy!” he snapped, cutting me off. “My daughter, Richard. You were supposed to marry her. You made her believe you cared.”“I do care about Cathy,” I said, keeping my tone calm. “Bu
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWO
RICHARD’S POVThe next day, my mind was buzzing with two things: Dennis’s threat and the *Ultra Billionaire System*. I’d been given another ridiculous task—spend $6 million in 24 hours. Easy for some, but even for me, it felt like a challenge when all I wanted to do was focus on how to handle this chairman nonsense. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had to either marry Cathy or face some trumped-up jail time.I shook my head, pushing the thought away. “Forget Dennis for a second, Richard. Focus on the task.”I decided to take a tour of my father’s properties to distract myself. First stop? The mattress company my father owned. A solid business, and one I hadn’t checked in on for a while. If I was going to spend millions, I might as well take stock of what assets I had. Plus, it was a decent excuse to step out and clear my head.When I arrived, the manager was there, smiling like everything was just sunshine and rainbows. “Mr. Richard, it’s been too long! Welcom
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THREE
RICHARD’S POVAs soon as I got back into the holding cell, I called my lawyer. “Seven million?” he asked, his voice incredulous. “They’re insane.”“Yeah, well, Dennis wants me buried. We both know it,” I said, rubbing my temples. “But we can handle it, right?”“Of course. I’ll get the money together and have you out by the end of the day.”“Thanks, man,” I sighed. “You’re a lifesaver.”“I’ve been called worse,” he said with a chuckle. “Hang tight. I’ll take care of everything.”I hung up and leaned back against the cold wall, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t help but feel a burning rage settling in my chest. The judge probably thought I would not be able to afford the bail. But this wasn’t about the money—Dennis knew I could afford it. It was about wearing me down, hitting me where it hurt, again and again until I broke. But he’d have to do a lot more than that to see me fold.---Hours later, I was finally out. The moment I stepped through the doors of the courthouse, I felt like
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FOUR
RICHARD’S POVI showed up at Dennis’ mansion the next day, my hands in my pockets, head held high. I was done playing his twisted game. He’d underestimated me, and now it was time to face this head-on.The moment he opened the door, his face soured like he had swallowed a lemon.“Well, well. One day in jail, and you’ve already come to your senses?” He smirked like he had me where he wanted.“Hardly,” I replied, my voice calm. “I came to speak to your daughter. She’s the one I have business with.”Dennis’ smirk faded as his eyes narrowed. “We have business too, Collins. Don’t act like you can ignore me.”I clenched my fists in my pockets, forcing myself to stay calm. “Business? Is that what you call blackmail? I’ve saved Cathy’s life more times than I can count, and yet you still think I’d take advantage of her? I’ve never touched her like that, and you know it.”Dennis scoffed. “Don’t feed me that bullshit, Richard. My daughter doesn’t lie.”“Your daughter’s lying this time,” I snapp
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE
RICHARD’S POVThe call from my lawyer came just as I was tying my shoes.“Richard,” he started, sounding almost hesitant. “About your brothers… Do you still want to set bail for them?”I leaned back, rubbing my temples. My stepbrothers. Every time their names came up, I felt a strange mix of guilt and anger.“No,” I replied firmly. “Leave them there. They deserve to rot for a while longer.”There was a pause on the other end, as if he was surprised by my decision. I wasn't in the mood to explain. They'd screwed me over too many times for me to care anymore.“Alright,” my lawyer finally said. “Just let me know if you change your mind.”I hung up without saying goodbye, slipping my phone into my pocket. Today was already shaping up to be a headache. Dealing with my father's business partners was bad enough, and now this. I shook my head and buttoned up my shirt, trying to get my mind in the game.But before I could even make it to the front door, there was a loud, sharp knock that echoe
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIX
RICHARD’S POVThe courtroom was dead silent, the kind of quiet that could make your skin crawl. My lawyer, Anderson, stood confidently, like he had the whole world in his pocket. He took a breath and addressed the jury, his voice clear and sharp. "Your Honor, members of the jury, what we have here isn’t just a case of false accusation. It’s a blatant attempt to manipulate and destroy a man who has done nothing but good for the very people accusing him. This young lady, Chairman Dennis’s daughter, Cathy, has been trying to force my client, Richard Thorne, into a marriage he never wanted."The jury's eyes flicked between me and Cathy, who sat in her chair, her face a perfect mask of anxiety. Yeah, I’m sure she didn’t see this day turning out like this.Anderson continued, pacing in front of them. "When Richard refused her advances, when he chose to stay committed to his wife, Amelia, Cathy decided to lie. She fabricated a story of abuse, hoping to ruin his life. But one thing she didn’
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVEN
RICHARD'S POVI pulled up outside the police station, a sense of irritation already gnawing at me. Two days since the verdict, and now here I was—about to face my brothers. The same brothers who’d tried to take everything from me. I couldn’t help but wonder how much they had really changed after spending time in a cell.As I walked in, the sight of them was… pathetic. They looked like shadows of themselves—skinny, pale, and desperate. Good. Maybe they finally understood the consequences of their actions."Richard," one of them croaked, barely able to look me in the eye. "Thank you for getting us out."I raised an eyebrow. "Thank me? You should be thanking the legal system for having loopholes. I wouldn’t have lifted a damn finger for either of you."They glanced at each other, clearly embarrassed, before turning their pleading eyes back to me. "Please," the older one, Jonathan, began. "We’re still your brothers. We share the same father, Richard."I had to laugh at that. "Oh, now you
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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
