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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT
RICHARD'S POVI got home and collapsed into my chair, staring at my laptop screen. I needed to figure out a way to stop Amelia’s marriage to Langston Gilbert. I typed his name into Google, half-expecting to find out he’s a saint or something. Instead, I was met with a mountain of information about his oil trade empire and other exchange activities. The man was indeed a big shot. Damn it.“Of course he’s a big shot,” I muttered to myself. “A man like him always seems to have his fingers in every pie.”I scrolled through article after article. Gilbert was an oil tycoon, involved in all sorts of trading and investments. His name was everywhere, making headlines for his business acumen and high-profile deals.The search results were not surprising. Langston Gilbert was a big shot in the oil trade and some kind of exchange trade. Just the kind of guy who could make powerful enemies and, apparently, get whatever he wanted. I cursed under my breath. This guy was a real heavyweight, and it m
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-NINE
RICHARD’S POV The next morning, my phone buzzed with a text from my father, summoning us to his place. As expected, I was the last to arrive. Jonathan and William were already lounging on the leather couches in the living room, exchanging smirks like they’d just won the lottery. I plastered on a neutral expression, giving them nothing. They’d get no satisfaction from me today.“Glad you could join us, Richard,” my father said, his voice cold and clipped as usual. He didn’t bother with pleasantries.“Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied, matching his tone. I took a seat across from my brothers, who were now sporting identical smug grins.My father wasted no time. “I have a new task for you all. It’s crucial. You’ll need to get a letter of approval from my favorite relative. Without it, you can’t proceed.”I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “And who exactly is this favorite relative?”His lips curled into a tight smile. “That’s for you to figure out.”I glanced at Jonathan and William, who
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
RICHARD’S POV When I woke up that morning, the last thing I expected was for the system to drop a task like a bomb in my lap: "Spend $10 million in 48 hours." What the hell? I mean, I’m not exactly hurting for cash, but $10 million? And spend it on what? My brain was still fuzzy from sleep, but I knew one thing—I didn’t have time to sit around and ponder the why. I had to figure out how.I sat up in bed, rubbing my temples as I tried to shake off the remnants of last night’s chaos. Lydia, my brothers, that damn smug look on Jonathan’s face—it all came flooding back, but I shoved it to the side. There was a new challenge in front of me now.Amelia. Her suitor, Langston Gilbert, was the final piece of the puzzle. If I could get him out of the way, Amelia would be free from this ridiculous arranged marriage bullshit. I wasn’t about to let some wrinkly old bastard swoop in and ruin her life. But first, I needed to find a way to use this money to my advantage.I dialed Amelia’s number, h
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-ONE
RICHARD’S POV As I stood at the secretary’s desk, she confirmed my appointment with a polite smile. “Mr. Richard, your appointment with Mr. Grant is confirmed for 10:00 AM. He’s expecting you.”I nodded, leaning casually on the counter. “Great. Thanks for the confirmation.”Just then, the old man, Langston Gilbert, stormed up beside me, looking like he had swallowed a gallon of vinegar. His face was twisted in that familiar scowl, and I could practically see the steam rising from his ears.“Why the hell does this kid have an appointment before me?” Langston barked, his voice a rough growl. The poor secretary flinched, but she kept her composure.She cleared her throat and smiled politely, though it was clear she was a little shaken. “Mr. Gilbert, your appointment is scheduled after Mr. Richard’s. My boss, the CEO, confirmed it personally.”Langston’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned over the counter, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Tell your boss I’m here now, and he can see m
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO
RICHARD’S POVThe silence in the room was thick enough to choke on. Mr. Grant’s laughter echoed off the walls, but I didn’t move a muscle. I just sat there, watching him as if he were the most boring show on television. When he finally noticed my deadpan expression, his laughter died in his throat. “Wait, you’re serious?” he asked, eyes wide with disbelief.I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Do I look like I’m joking?”He blinked, struggling to process. “But… Langston’s deal is practically done. He’s already outside my office, waiting to sign the papers.”I shrugged. “But it’s not done, is it? Until that signature hits the page, it’s just a bunch of empty promises.”Mr. Grant stared at me, his mind visibly racing. “You can’t expect me to just throw him out like that. He’s been a good partner, reliable—”“Reliable?” I cut him off, my tone laced with sarcasm. “You mean the same guy who’s been sinking faster than a rock in quicksand? The man’s a chronic gambler, Mr. Grant. An
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE
RICHARD’S POV The moment the words left Grant’s mouth, I felt the tension in the room spike. “What kind of offer did you get that’s better than the potential profit we talked about?” Langston’s voice wavered slightly, but he tried to keep his usual swagger. Mr. Grant leaned back in his chair, chuckling. “Potential profit? You and I both know there’s a lot of risk in that word ‘potential.’ I was offered $10 million, upfront. No risk, no losses.”Langston’s face twisted, disbelief clear in his eyes. “My companies can double that, triple it! You’re making a huge mistake, Grant!”Grant’s smile faded. He leaned forward, his gaze sharp. “And how much of that would be on the table if you hit another losing streak at the casino? I’m not willing to find out. You’re a chronic gambler, Langston. I’m done doing business with someone who’s always one bet away from ruin.”Langston’s bravado crumbled in an instant. The color drained from his face, his eyes wide with desperation. “Please, Grant,”
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FOUR
RICHARD’S POV I’d barely pulled up to Amelia’s house when the system pinged me: Task complete. 2 Ultra Points awarded. Well, that was a nice bonus. I barely had time to think about what those points might get me when I spotted Langston’s car parked outside. Of course, he’d run to Amelia’s place. Probably hoping to cry on her shoulder about how his golden goose just flew the coop. As I walked up to the front door, there he was, standing in the doorway like some washed-up old actor who didn’t know when to exit stage left. The moment he saw me, his eyes flared with pure hatred. His face was a shade of red that I didn’t think existed in nature. “You!” he roared, pointing a shaky finger at me. “You ruined everything!” Before I could even open my mouth, he lunged at me like a madman. If it weren’t for Amelia’s brother and father holding him back, I swear he would’ve tried to strangle me right there in the front yard. “Whoa, easy there, old man!” I said, half-laughing as he stru
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE
RICHARD'S POVI took a deep breath, deciding it was time to put everything on the table. “The truth? Langston’s companies are going bankrupt. That deal was supposed to save his dying empire. And let’s not forget his gambling problem.” I turned to Amelia, who was watching everything with wide eyes. “You were supposed to marry a man who would’ve gambled away everything, including your future.” Langston laughed loudly, trying to cover his obvious embarrassment with bravado. “Gambling? You’re a liar! I’ve never gambled in my life! You think you can stand there and tarnish my name?” “Your name’s already tarnished,” I shot back. “That’s why you’re so desperate. That’s why you’re here, trying to cover up your failures.” Langston took a step forward, his eyes wild with rage. “You’ve got a big mouth for a little nobody. You think you can just walk in here and ruin everything? You’re nothing!” “I’m something now,” I said, taking a step forward to meet him, my voice cold and steady. “I’m th
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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
