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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE
RICHARD’S POV Breakfast was usually my time to zone out. I had the news on in the background, just to drown out the quiet. But this morning, as I shoveled scrambled eggs into my mouth, the news anchor's voice cut through my haze.“Today, we’re covering the ongoing challenge from the city’s most famous chess prodigy, Victor Tusk. Tusk has remained unbeaten for five years, and now, there’s a chance for anyone who thinks they can outplay him to make history.”I nearly choked on my coffee. “Victor Tusk? Seriously?” I muttered, staring at the screen.The camera zoomed in on Tusk, a smug grin plastered across his face as he accepted a trophy. He looked like he was one short step away from claiming he was the messiah of chess. The whole thing was a spectacle, but something clicked in my mind. This was the challenge I needed.“Damn, that’s interesting,” I said, setting my coffee cup down with a decisive clink. My mind raced. This was exactly the kind of public challenge I needed. A chess pr
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-TWO
RICHARD’S POVI’d just gotten home and was kicking back when my phone rang. Amelia’s name popped up on the screen, and I answered with a casual, “Hey, Amelia.”“Richard, I just saw the announcement on TV! You really went big with this challenge, huh?” Her voice was a mix of surprise and excitement.I grinned, feeling a bit smug. “Yeah, I figured if I’m going to take this guy down, I might as well do it with style. Somebody needs to knock him off his high horse. And if I can publicly expose him while I’m at it, all the better.”She laughed, “You’re really something. I didn’t expect you to go this far. It’s impressive.”“Thanks,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “I’ve got to make a statement. It’s not just about winning; it’s about showing everyone that you can’t mess with me. How can I help if you don’t go all out?”“Well, I’m really happy you took my advice,” she said warmly. “I’ll definitely be there to support you. Wish you luck!”I chuckled. “Luck’s nice and all, but I’m more abou
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE
RICHARD’S POV The day of the chess challenge had arrived, and it felt like the city had turned out for the spectacle. As I approached the venue, a swarm of reporters descended on me like bees on honey. Cameras flashed, microphones were shoved in my face, and questions came at me from all directions.“Richard, what’s your strategy for today?” one reporter asked, trying to look past the crowd to get a better shot.“Just keeping it cool,” I replied, trying to avoid tripping over cables and people. “Any last-minute preparations?” another voice chimed in.“Not really. I’ve done what I can,” I said, waving a hand dismissively.Finally, I managed to escape the throng and make my way to the challenge arena. It was a huge hall, buzzing with the low hum of anticipation. As I scanned the room, my gaze fell on the chess prodigy himself, Victor Tusk. He was seated at the chessboard, looking every bit the part of an unassailable genius.But what really threw me off was the sight of my stepbrother
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR
RICHARD’S POVAs soon as I declared checkmate, the arena erupted in cheers. It was like a stadium full of people had just seen the greatest upset in chess history. The roar of the crowd was deafening. I couldn’t help but bask in the glory of the moment.Victor Tusk, however, was not taking it well. He jumped out of his chair, his face flushed with anger. “You’re cheating! This is outrageous!” he yelled, pointing an accusing finger at me.I raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle. “Cheating? Really? You’re just sour because you lost.”“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Tusk continued to fume. “This is a complete travesty!”I shrugged, unbothered. “Look, if you think I’m cheating, we can settle this by bringing in some chess masters. The game’s recorded, after all.”Before Tusk could say another word, officials scurried off to call in the chess masters. The crowd’s murmurs turned into a buzz of curiosity. They were eager to see how this drama would unfold.The chess masters arrived swiftly,
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE
RICHARD’S POV “I expected $1 million, and I got $1.5 million from Richard,” my father said, leaning back in his chair and flashing a proud smile. I leaned back in my own chair, soaking in the moment. The tension in the room was almost palpable. My brothers, Jonathan and William, looked like they were about to explode. They were frowning and tapping their feet impatiently, their faces a mix of frustration and resentment.“Looks like someone’s ahead of the game,” my father continued, glancing at me with approval. “Richard, you’ve outdone yourself. You’re miles ahead of your brothers.”Jonathan, clearly not happy about the situation, leaned forward with a sarcastic edge in his voice. “So, now that Richard’s way ahead, do we still need to bother with this task? Is there even a point?”My father’s eyes narrowed, and he shot Jonathan a sharp look. “Only losers give up. Just because Richard’s made progress doesn’t mean you get to slack off. The task is the task, and you all need to keep pu
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX
RICHARD'S POVI was at home, chatting with my mother as she lounged in her favorite chair, looking more tired than usual. “Richard, you know,” she said with a weak smile, “you should start thinking about settling down. A wife might do you some good. Moreover, I need to see my grandchildren before I die, I'm old already.”I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Mom, you’re not old. You’re just a bit sick. Once you’re through with this transplant business, you’ll be back to your old self in no time.”She gave me a tired but appreciative smile. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to think about it, you know.”Before I could respond, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen—Amelia’s name flashed up. I excused myself from Mom and answered the call. “Hey, Amelia. What’s up?”Her voice was fraught with urgency. “Richard, you need to come over to my place right now. It’s important. Please, hurry.”My heart skipped a beat. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”“I can’t explain over the phone. Just get h
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN
RICHARD’S POV As soon as Gilbert had slammed the door behind him, the room seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief. But it wasn’t long before Amelia’s grandmother turned her attention to me, her eyes blazing with fury.“Richard! How dare you talk to Mr. Gilbert like that?” she scolded, her voice dripping with disapproval.I crossed my arms, trying to keep my cool. “I’ve already expressed my interest in Amelia. It’s disrespectful to encourage another man to pursue her when I’ve made my intentions clear.”Amelia’s grandmother sniffed, her expression a mix of anger and disdain. “Disrespectful? The only disrespectful thing here is you talking back to someone like Mr. Gilbert. He’s a powerful man, and you—well, you’re nothing compared to him.”My jaw tightened. “So, what, I’m supposed to just stand by and let him steamroll over everyone? I don’t think so.”She didn’t miss a beat. “And since Amelia’s grandfather is ill, I’m the one who will decide who will marry Amelia. Not you, not G
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
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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
