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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
RICHARD'S POVThe charred remains of the documents haunted me as I stared at Gregory, his smug grin etched into my mind like a scar that won’t heal. I clenched my fists, feeling the heat rise to my face. "I have the court's backing," I insisted, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. That was when Gregory stopped and turned back, his laughter filling the room, echoing off the walls like the ghosts of my lost hopes. "Oh, Richard, you poor deluded fool. The judge who handled your case is dead. What proof do you have now? Ashes?" He chuckled again, his eyes gleaming with condescension. I could almost see the ghosts of my dreams, the ones I'd built on acquiring the company, slipping away. "You need to step down, Gregory. Or I'll bring the police into this." His laughter stopped abruptly. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine, his breath hot and reeking of whiskey. "You think the police will help you? They're in my pocket, every last one of them. Do yoursel
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
RICHARD'S POVThe waiting hall buzzed with a mix of tension and anticipation as we, the aspirants, sat there, clutching our forms. The air was thick with expectation, and the murmur of whispered conversations filled the room. I'd been through many nerve-wracking moments in my life, but this was different. This was the beginning of a new chapter, one I wasn't entirely sure I'd survive. The officials processed our forms with commendable efficiency. One by one, they called out names, and we approached the desk to complete our initial registration. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited. I glanced around, taking in the expressions of the other aspirants. Some wore masks of confidence, while others, like me, betrayed a hint of nervousness. Finally, my name was called. I stepped forward, handed over my form, and watched as the official stamped it with a satisfying thud. The initial registration was done, but the real test was yet to come. We were ushered into another room where the crit
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
AMELIA'S POVUncle Gregory had launched his campaign on TV without any delay, and in full force too. It was a strategic move, and Greg was a man of swift action. This was our chance to elevate our family to a whole new level, to solidify our place in the city's political landscape. But beneath the surface, a gnawing fear lurked, looming over my thoughts. A fear that Richard, my ex-husband, would once again thwart our plans.Somehow, Richard always managed to make himself a constant thorn in our side. It was as if he had a deity watching over him, ensuring our every misstep. As Gregory's niece, I was deeply invested in his success. I wanted nothing more than to see him win the election, to bring about the change we so desperately needed.I was perched on the edge of the sofa, my eyes glued to the TV screen when Gregory’s campaign ad rolled out. It was flashy, filled with patriotic music and shots of him shaking hands with local folks. I couldn't help but smirk at the way they edited ou
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
RICHARD'S POVI leaned back in my chair, the remote clutched in my hand like a lifeline. The news anchor’s voice droned on about local politics, but my focus was squarely on the screen. Any minute now, they would show the interview which the news anchor had just mentioned. Amelia’s interview. I knew it was coming, and I knew Gregory would use her against me. Still, the anticipation gnawed at my nerves.I exhaled slowly, trying to steady my breath. The camera cut to a shot of Amelia, her eyes wide and innocent, her lips painted in a demure pink. She looked every bit the part of the victim. I could almost hear Gregory’s coaching in her practiced pauses and the subtle quiver in her voice. “Thank you for speaking with us today, Amelia,” the reporter began, her tone sympathetic, almost conspiratorial. “Can you tell us about your experience with Richard?” Amelia took a deep breath, her eyes glistening as if she were holding back tears. “Richard was never the man he appeared to be,” Amelia
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
AMELIA'S POVI arrived at Uncle Gregory's mansion early in the morning. The air was thick with anticipation, a silent storm brewing. As I walked in, I felt a knot in my stomach. Today was the day of the election, and I had a sinking feeling that things would unfold in ways I couldn't fully control. "Amelia, over here," Gregory called from the study. His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it that made me shiver. I walked in and found him pacing, his hands clutching his phone like a lifeline."Uncle, what's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He looked up, his eyes flashing with a mix of excitement and something darker. “Amelia," he began, his voice low and conspiratorial. “It's all set. I've made sure that the results will swing in our favor, no matter what." My stomach churned. “What do you mean, ‘made sure’?” I asked, though I knew exactly what he meant. He’d always been the kind to play dirty, to manipulate circumstances to his advantage. “I’ve paid o
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
RICHARD'S POVGregory glared at me, his eyes burning with hatred. For a moment, I thought he might actually try to attack me, but he seemed to realize it would only make things worse.The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a sense of anticipation. Mayor Thompson cleared his throat and addressed the crowd once more. "Let's proceed with the election, shall we? The electronic voting machines are ready." People began to line up, eager to cast their votes. I watched as the first voters approached the machines, their faces lighting up with curiosity and satisfaction as they used the new system. The room buzzed with excitement, the air thick with the promise of change.As the votes were tallied, it became clear that the new system was a success. There was no room for doubt, no possibility of tampering. For the first time in a long time, the election felt truly fair. My heart pounded like a wild drum, each beat a reminder of the stakes. I stood among the crowd of aspirants, my eyes
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
Amelia’s POV The hall buzzed with chatter and flashes from cameras, but it all seemed muffled to me, like I was trapped in a nightmare. Richard stood at the podium where he accepted the Certificate of Office as the winner of the city councilman election. My family and I now stood in the back, trying to blend into the shadows, hoping no one would notice us. The shame was almost unbearable. Applause and congratulations directed at Richard, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His face was plastered with that smug smile I used to find charming. Now, it was a bitter reminder of the mistakes I'd made. "Honorable Richard Thorne, the new City Councilman!" The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, followed by another round of applause.“We have to leave the city before Richard comes after us with hell. He now has all the influence to make sure of it,” Grandma White whispered urgently in my ear, her voice trembling with both urgency and fear. She glanced around the hall nerv
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
RICHARD'S POV The sun was barely up when Jenny shuffled into the kitchen, her hair tousled and her eyes still heavy with sleep. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of frying bacon, waking me up more effectively than my alarm ever could. "Morning, sunshine," I greeted, sliding into a chair at the kitchen island. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice muffled by a yawn. "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." I watched her move around the kitchen, marveling at how effortless she made it all seem. Despite the chaos of the past few days, she brought a sense of normalcy that I desperately needed. Before I knew it, she set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me, a broad smile forming her lips. “Eat up.” "This looks amazing, thank you, Jen. You didn't have to do this," I said, taking a bite and savoring the deliciously crispy bacon. "Well, someone has to keep you fed," she replied with a wink. "What's the plan for today?" "I need to find a new pla
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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
