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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Richard’s POVI never thought buying a car would feel like stepping into a battlefield, but there I was, standing in the gleaming showroom of Prestige Motors, facing a line of suits that looked at me like I'd just crawled out of a sewer. The smell of new leather and wax couldn't mask the stench of their disdain."Can I help you?" The voice came from a smirking salesman with a tie so shiny I could see my reflection in it. He looked me up and down, taking in my simple jeans and the faded logo on my t-shirt that made him look down on me, "Or are you just here to waste our time?"I was dressed in a very simple and casual outfit. They had no idea who I was or what I was capable of, and that was exactly how I liked it. I smiled to myself. It was going to be a good day,"I'm interested in buying a car," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the heat rising in my cheeks.“Are you sure you're at the right place?” He smirked, glancing back at his colleagues, who snickered. “Maybe the used car
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Richard’s POVI shook the young saleswoman's hand. Her grip was firm, her smile wide. “Thank you,” she said earnestly. “This... this means a lot.”“Just doing what’s right,” I said. “Everyone deserves respect, regardless of how they look or what you think they can afford.”She was the kind of salesperson who knew her trade, her pitch perfect, yet not overbearing. It was clear that she was being wasted on the showroom floor. So, I decided to make her an offer she couldn't refuse."I must say, you've got a knack for this," I said, as we walked towards the exit, the scent of new car leather trailing behind us.She flashed a polite smile, "Thank you, Mr...?""Richard. Just Richard," I replied, "And speaking of knacks, I believe you've got one that's being underutilized here.""Oh?" she arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued."Ever considered being a personal assistant?" I asked casually, as though I was inquiring about the weather.She gave a small laugh, "I can't say it's ever crossed my mi
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Richard’s POVThe day was bustling with the usual flurry of activities at the hotel when an elegant envelope caught my attention among the stack of mail on my desk. My name, Richard Thorne, was embossed on the front with such precision that it momentarily redirected my focus from the quarterly reports on my screen."Jenny," I called out without looking up, knowing my new Personal Assistant would be within earshot. She was always close, anticipating the needs I hadn't voiced yet."Yes, Mr. Richard?" Jenny appeared in the doorway, her iPad clutched like a shield."Would you mind?" I said, nodding towards the envelope. “What’s that?” She asked.“Seems like an invitation. To a business auction. Have a look, will you?" I handed it over, curiosity piqued but discipline holding my focus on the quarterly reports.She crossed the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood, and picked up the invitation. Her slender fingers broke the seal delicately, unfolding the parchment with practiced ca
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Richard’s POVThe day of the auction arrived, Jenny and I arrived in style, pulling up in my silver Aston Martin. It was held in a sleek, modern building that towered over the city.Within the premises, I could feel the curious gazes of the other businessmen and bidders already present, their eyes lingering on me as I stepped out of the car. The valet took the keys with a nod, and we made our way to the main entrance.“Richard, are you sure this was a good idea?" Jenny asked, her hand clutching mine tightly.I flashed a thin smile and took Jenny's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We're here, aren't we? Let's just enjoy the experience."Though I was deeply entrenched in my own thoughts, the murmur of the crowd was impossible to ignore. My newly acquired wealth has earned me the spotlight, and I can feel the weight of every gaze, the whispers sharp enough to slice through the hum of conversation.“Look, it’s Richard, the overnight billionaire,” I overheard one man mutter to his co
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Richard's POVThe atmosphere was electric, and I could sense the competitive spirit of the bidders around me. The auctioneer took his place, and the room hushed. His voice boomed through the hall, announcing the start of the bidding for the first item.Without any delay, the event kicked off, the bids came flying, and soon the item was sold to a determined bidder. The auction started at a leisurely pace, each item drawing interest. Paintings, sculptures, and jewels passed from old owners to new with the rhythmic chant of the auctioneer's call.The process repeated for several more items, each one drawing enthusiastic bids from the crowd. The first few items were a warm-up, the crowd flexing their financial muscles on paintings and paintings. But each item that came and went was a mere opener to the grand finale – the AI device that had everyone's attention."Remember, folks," the auctioneer's voice cut through the murmur, "the piece de resistance of our evening will be presented last.
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Richard’s POVThe auctioneer’s final call was still ringing in my ears when the hall erupted into a chorus of murmurs and applause. I stood there, amidst the throng of tailored suits and gleaming cufflinks, with the faintest of smiles hiding the rush of adrenaline. The crowd parted for me, a sea of faces awash with astonishment as they came forward to shake my hand, to slap my back, to utter words of hollow congratulations."Richard! That was a bold move!" exclaimed a portly man with a cigar wedged between his fingers, his eyes filled with respect.I offered him a sly grin, feeling the surge of adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "Sometimes, you have to play big to win big," I replied, accepting his hearty handshake. I could feel the weight of every gaze as I stood there, the victorious bidder at $50 million. Flashes from cameras danced around me like fireflies on a summer’s night. Reporters, eager for a scoop, were weaving through the crowd to reach me. "Richard, what’s your
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
AMELIA'S POVThe silence was a thick shroud in the car on the way back home, broken only by the occasional sighs from my grandmother. We had lost — and not just the auction bid, but a fortune borrowed on crippling terms. My fingers nervously fumbled with the edge of my jacket, knowing that the $5 million interest hanging over our heads was a missile in the air, waiting to drop.As soon as we walked into the living room, Grandma White began pacing, her agitation a living, breathing entity in the room. I knew better than to speak first."Amelia," she started, her voice a mix of despair and fury, "how could this have happened? And to think that it was Richard of all people!" She spat his name out like a curse. "Has he been sitting on a gold mine all this time?"Grandma was a thundercloud of fury, her eyes dark storms beneath furrowed brows. I flung my purse onto the couch and slumped beside it. "It's like we just set fire to that money, Grandma."She snorted, a harsh sound that spoke vol
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
RICHARD’S POVI was practically dragging my feet by the time I finally made it home. The auction had been a marathon, and even though I left with lighter pockets, the feeling of victory was palpable, like I'd just won some secret war. That sensation only amplified when I saw the notification pop up on my phone: +1 Ultra Billionaire Point. A grin spread across my face as I thought about my ever-growing score in the relentless game of wealth and power. It was a mix of emotions; the excitement of the win at the auction, the pride in that new ultra-billionaire point that flashed in my system's notification like a badge of honorI tossed my keys onto the mahogany entryway table, the heavy clink echoing faintly in the spacious foyer. The rush of the auction still thrummed through my veins. Dropping Jenny off had been a silent affair, the kind that spoke louder than words ever could. The house was quiet, the kind of silence that wraps around you like a comfortable blanket. I needed that af
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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
