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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT
RICHARD'S POVThe taxi rattled along the uneven road as my mom and I sat in silence. She stared out the window, her fingers tapping nervously on her lap. I reached over and squeezed her hand, trying to infuse some reassurance into the gesture. “Mom, it’s going to be okay,” I said softly. Her eyes, filled with worry, met mine, and she gave me a weak smile.“I just don’t understand, Richard. How did you know about the accident?” she asked, her voice quivering. “I dreamt about it,” I admitted. “I don’t know how to explain it, but something told me to follow my hunch.”She sighed deeply and pulled me into a tight hug. “Thank God you did. You saved us.”The taxi pulled up in front of a grand house, almost too grand for comfort. My father’s house. I hadn’t seen him in years, not since I was too young to remember his face. Mom offered to wait for me there while I went for the interview I was supposed to go for that morning. But I insisted we see my father first. The person he sent was alre
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER NINETY-NINE
RICHARD'S POV "This is outrageous, Father!" Jonathan shouted, his voice echoing off the marble walls. "You can't seriously expect us to accept this... this... bastard as our equal!"I sat in the spacious room, my heart thudding in my chest. Jonathan and William glared at me, their faces twisted with anger and resentmentWilliam nodded in agreement, his fists clenched at his sides. "He's an outsider! He's got no place here. This is our home, our inheritance!"Father raised a hand, silencing them both. "Enough," he said, his voice calm but firm. "From now on, you are all equal. Richard is as much my son as you two are."Jonathan's face turned red with fury. "But why now, Father? Why bring him into our lives after all these years? You never cared before!"Father's eyes softened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of regret. "I should have taken care of Richard and his mother a long time ago," he said quietly. "I should have been there for them."I felt a lump in my throat. The words were
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED
RICHARD'S POV The next morning, after we got home from my Dad's place, I stared at the old mirror hanging in the hallway, my reflection looking back at me. The house was silent, the kind of quiet that presses on your ears and makes you feel alone even when you’re not. I knew my mother would be in the kitchen, probably nursing a cup of tea, her face lined with worry. I took a deep breath and walked in.“Richard,” she said, looking up as I entered. Her eyes were soft but filled with an unspoken plea. “Sit down, please.”I pulled out a chair and sat across from her, the wooden seat creaking under my weight. “Mom, I know what you’re going to say.”She sighed, placing her cup gently on the table. “Do you, Richard? Do you really understand what this inheritance fight could do to us?”I felt a flicker of irritation and clenched my fists under the table. “Mom, it’s not just about the money. It’s about what’s rightfully mine. Dad wanted us to have our shares, and I’m not going to let my br
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND ONE
RICHARD'S POV This was it. The moment I'd been waiting for. Just a few steps further and I would be inside.But then, Jonathan and William burst into laughter, their voices echoing through the entrance hall."Did you hear that? He wants to pay!" Jonathan sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The illegitimate country boy thinks he belongs here."William snorted, shaking his head. "Richard, you can't even afford a $5 burger, let alone the entrance fee to this place. What are you even doing here?"I clenched my fists, feeling the blood rush to my face. But I forced myself to stay calm. I wouldn't let them get to me. Not tonight.I looked at them, trying to keep my voice steady. "You know nothing about me. Now, get out of my way."Jonathan raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh, really? And what exactly do we not know? That you live in the sticks? That you're a nobody?"William stepped closer, flashing his expensive watch in my face. "Look at you. You don't belo
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWO
RICHARD'S POVI stood at the reception, tapping my fingers against the counter, waiting for the receptionist to process my entrance fee. But my mind was anticipating the reactions of my stepbrothers, Jonathan and William.The receptionist looked up from her computer. "Hold on a moment, Mr. Richard. Just processing your entry."From behind me, I could hear Jonathan and William losing their shit. They were at the gate now, ranting and banging on it like maniacs. I turned slightly to catch a glimpse of their red faces. They were furious."Hey! Let us in! This is a goddamn joke!" Jonathan's voice was a mix of anger and desperation."Yeah, you can't do this! We have rights!" William added, his fists pounding against the metal gate.The receptionist glanced at them and sighed, clearly annoyed. "If you two don't stop, I'll have you arrested. And if you don’t have the money, you can leave."I couldn't help but chuckle at the look of disbelief on their faces. Their eyes widened, and they exch
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THREE
RICHARDS’S POVI stood there, a bit nervous, as the man stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. He clearly didn't expect someone like me to come up to him with such a proposition. His lips pressed into a thin line, and I could see the tension in his jaw.His bodyguards, hefty men with muscles like boulders, stepped forward, ready to throw me out their sight. But the man, their boss, held up a hand."Wait," he ordered, his voice calm but firm. "Why do you think you can cure my daughter?" I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "I have special gifts," I replied, my voice unwavering. "I can help her."The man raised an eyebrow, his skepticism clear. "Special gifts, huh? You're saying that you are better than the best doctors money can buy?”I nodded, but kept my mouth shut.“My daughter has been in excruciating pain for days. The best doctors in the world haven't been able to help her. What makes you think you can?""I assure you," I said, meeting his gaze, "I will cure her."He st
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FOUR
RICHARD'S POV I took a deep breath, ready to start the examination, when suddenly the door burst open.BANG! The sound echoed through the small room, startling everyone. I turned to see a tall man storming in, his eyes blazing with urgency. Beside him was another man, clearly a doctor, carrying a large kit brimming with medical supplies. This must be the brother of the sick girl, the resemblance was very clear.He didn’t even glance at me as he strode forward. “Step aside,” he commanded, his voice booming. “Mother, I’ve found the best doctor in the city. He will cure Cathy.”I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the force of his entry. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Your father asked me to come,” I said, trying to sound assertive.The man finally turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing as he took me in. He sneered, his gaze dropping to my empty hands. “Why does a doctor like you look like that?” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. “Where’s your medical
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIVE
RICHARD'S POVI couldn't help it. The laughter had burst out of me, uncontrollable and loud. The doctor whipped around, his face a mask of irritation. "What's so funny?" he snapped, his voice dripping with condescension.I wiped a tear from my eye, trying to catch my breath. "You...you've got it all wrong," I managed to say between chuckles.His face turned red, the veins on his neck bulging. "Wrong?" he spat out the word like it tasted bad. "Do you know who I am? I'm the one and only Dr. Marshall, and I've been a doctor for twenty years. I know the symptoms when I see them."I straightened up, my laughter fading but a smirk still playing on my lips. "Twenty years, huh? Impressive. But it doesn't change the fact that you're wrong."Dr. Marshall's eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Show me your medical degree or shut up," he said, his voice low and dangerous.The room fell silent.The sick girl's brother stepped forward, his face now pale and worried. "Richard, please
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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
