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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE
RICHARD’S POVFEW DAYS LATERI arrived in Vegas a day ahead of my stepbrothers, Jonathan and William. They were the kings of smugness, but I had a plan to knock them down a peg or two. It started with getting to Vegas before them and booking us all rooms at the hotel right next to the casino. I knew they’d never expect me to show up, especially not after that little stunt they pulled at the embassy. The receptionist at the hotel was a young guy, probably in his mid-twenties. He checked me in with a friendly smile and handed me three sets of keys. “Here are the keys for the rooms booked under Thorne,” he said, his eyes bright. I smirked. “Thanks. I’m sure my dad and brothers will be very surprised to know I got here before them.” The receptionist chuckled, not knowing the half of it. “Have a good stay, sir.” “Oh, I plan to,” I replied, heading to the elevator. My brothers had no idea what was coming.The next morning, I was in the hotel lounge, sipping on some overpriced coffee, wa
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY
RICHARD’S POV As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the small black listening device in my hand, my heart pounded. It was early morning, and I’d planted this bug in my brothers’ room yesterday, right after I checked in. I needed to know what they were planning. Whatever it was, I wanted to stay a step ahead.Now, as I turned up the volume, their voices crackled through the device, loud and clear. “You know, Jonathan,” William’s voice came through first, full of disdain. “I’m sick of this whole game Dad’s playing. It’s high time we got rid of him. He’s the only reason Richard has a shot at the inheritance.”My stomach dropped. My hand tightened around the device so hard I thought I might crush it.“Yeah,” Jonathan replied, his tone just as cold. “Once Dad’s out of the picture, the old man’s wealth is ours. Richard isn’t even in the will officially. Only if he wins this stupid task will he inherit anything. We could just... finish this, once and for all.”I had to bite down on my l
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE
RICHARD'S POVI sat in my room, earpiece in, listening to Jonathan and William’s latest scheme. They were in the room next door, voices tense and angry. The listening device I’d planted was working perfectly. It was almost time for the task, and I wanted to know what my dear brothers were planning."Alright, listen up," Jonathan snapped. "Dad’s gonna split us up. One of us with him, the other with Richard. We can't let that bastard get any closer to the inheritance."William grunted in agreement. "Yeah, if Richard wins, it’s game over for us. We have to make sure the one paired with Dad wins.""Exactly," Jonathan said, his voice dripping with frustration. "But we have to go further. If Richard stays in the game, he’s a threat. We need to get rid of him. Or Dad."I felt my stomach turn. They were really going to do it. Kill Dad. Kill me. I had to stop them. William let out a low whistle. “Vegas is dangerous, you know. We could hire some thugs to shoot up the place, make it look like a
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-TWO
RICHARD'S POVI could feel my heart racing as the dealer flipped over the cards. The first round of blackjack, and it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. A ten of spades and an ace of hearts. I almost couldn't believe it—21. Blackjack. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Hell yes," I muttered under my breath, shooting a quick glance at my brother next to me. He was beaming, but not at me—just thrilled about the win. "Nice one, Richard," he said, grinning like he thought we were best buddies now.I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, thanks."Across the table, Jonathan and William were not so pleased. Jonathan’s face turned a nice shade of crimson, and William looked like he’d just bitten into a lemon. They slammed their hands on the table, making the dealer jump. I stifled a laugh. If they were this mad about the game, I could only imagine how they’d react when they realized their real plan was about to be screwed."Alright, alright," the dealer said,
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE
RICHARD’S POV The second Jonathan and William burst through the hotel room door, I knew I was in for it. Their faces were flushed with anger, eyes blazing as they stormed over to me. Jonathan was the first to speak, his voice loud enough to rattle the windows.“Where the hell were you?” he shouted, his face twisted with rage. “We waited for hours at the casino! You just fucking left us there!”I shrugged, trying to keep my cool. “Calm down, Jonathan. Dad and I were just talking. We lost track of time and thought you guys had already come back. So, we took a cab.”William snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. “Bullshit! You knew we brought a car! Why the hell would you think we’d leave without you?”I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for their drama. “Look, it’s not a big deal. We didn’t think it through. We thought you’d be here, so we took a cab. End of story.”Jonathan wasn’t having it. “End of story, my ass! You’re trying to pull some shit, Richard. Acting all high and mighty, tr
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FOUR
RICHARD’S POVI was cruising back into the city after our trip to Las Vegas, feeling pretty damn good about myself. Winning that blackjack game was one thing, but knowing I was a few steps away from inheriting my father’s fortune was a whole different level of satisfaction. I was already imagining the day I’d cut my brothers out of the inheritance and make them pay for everything they’d done. They’d be left with nothing, while I took it all. It was going to be sweet.I’d decided to pick up a few things for my mother. I figured, why not show a little love while I’m at it? But when I got to the local market, I was met with a big fat nothing. The place was a ghost town, with remnants of what used to be a market now just piles of rubble and debris. “Well, this is great,” I muttered to myself. “Now what?”I remembered hearing about a smaller, rural part of the city that might still have something. Figured it was worth a shot. I headed there, but as I drove through the area, something caug
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE
RICHARD'S POVI hadn't expected them to come at me so quickly, but there we were. Three thugs immediately rushed in, trying to surround me. They didn’t realize who they were messing with. As the first one swung his fist toward me, I caught it mid-air, twisted his arm back, and heard a satisfying *snap*. He screamed, and before he even hit the ground, I was already moving on to the next guy.Another thug lunged at me with a rusty metal pipe, swinging wildly. I dodged to the left, grabbed his arm, and slammed my elbow into his face. The crunch of his nose breaking under my elbow was almost as loud as his scream. I threw him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.The third guy, a bulky dude with tattoos covering his arms, charged at me like a bull. I sidestepped him, kicked the back of his knee, and he fell forward. Before he knew what was happening, I grabbed his head and smashed it into my knee. He was out cold.“Are you guys seriously this bad?” I shouted, looking around at the mess.
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
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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
