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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN
RICHARD’S POV I was halfway home when my phone buzzed on the passenger seat. It was the mother of the girl from the accident. I pressed the Bluetooth button and answered, “Hey, how’s she doing?” “Mr. Richard... I just wanted to thank you,” she said, her voice trembling. “My baby girl is out of surgery. The doctors say she’s going to be okay. I don’t know how to thank you.” I smiled, feeling a weight lift off my chest. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day. I’m glad she’s pulling through.” “God bless you, sir. You’ve done more for us than anyone else ever would. And you even helped catch the man who did it. I... I don’t know what to say.” I leaned back in my seat, adjusting my grip on the steering wheel. “You don’t need to say anything. I’m just happy I could help. Your daughter’s going to be fine, and that’s what matters.” She paused for a moment, and I could hear her trying to hold back tears. “I have two other kids, you know. They’re with a friend of mine... also homeless.”
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND NINETEEN
RICHARD’S POV Amelia sat across from me, talking excitedly about the plans for the party. She had everything organized, down to the last detail. It was impressive, honestly. She was in full control. “So, we’ve got the caterers booked, the venue’s set, and I’m thinking of adding a photo booth. What do you think?” she asked, her eyes twinkling. “I think you’re a damn genius,” I replied, smiling. “You’ve got this all handled.” She beamed, leaning back in her chair. “Thanks. But enough about the party. How was your day?” I shrugged, thinking back to the homeless woman and her daughter. “I helped out a homeless family today. Bought them a flat. Well, twenty flats, actually.” Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Twenty?” I chuckled. “Yeah, I had to spend $10 million, so I figured I’d put it to good use. Gave her a key and told her to fill the other flats with people in need.” She stared at me for a moment, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re something else, you know that?” “What can I say?
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY
Richard's POV I told Amelia to take it easy, especially with the pregnancy news still fresh. But of course, she insisted on finalizing the wedding plans. So, I let her go—against my better judgment—and promised to pick her up by 11 for the doctor's appointment. I could tell she was excited, but still, I didn’t want her overdoing things. Stress isn’t exactly the best thing right now. After a few hours at the office, I wrapped up some meetings and decided it was time to pick her up. I called her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. Odd, I thought. She usually answers right away. No big deal. She’s probably still wandering around the mall, buying more wedding stuff or, hell, maybe baby stuff. It’s Amelia, after all. I shrugged it off and headed inside, figuring I’d find her easily. The mall was packed, though. Too many damn people. I called again, but no response. Now I was starting to get a little annoyed. Where could she be? I walked around the stores, peeking in windows, hopin
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE
RICHARD’S POV I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. “Look, I’m just trying to find my wife. The CCTV footage might help me figure out where she went.” The manager raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting to one of feigned surprise. “Wow, I’m honestly surprised someone married you. No offense, but I didn’t think you had it in you.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Can we get back to the point? I need to see that footage.” She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly like she was about to enjoy a show. “What’s in it for me, Richard? You know how these things work. You can’t just waltz in here and expect to see whatever you want.” Impatience surged through me. “What do I need to do to see the CCTV footage?” “Well,” she said slowly, drawing it out for dramatic effect, “it’s going to cost you. I’m thinking… $1 million.” My jaw dropped. “A million? Are you kidding me?” “Nope,” she replied, a smirk playing at her lips. “That’s the price for a peek at my precious footage.
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO
RICHARD’S POV Cathy didn’t even bother acknowledging me directly. Not that I minded. I could see her gears turning from across the room, her cold gaze fixed on the woman beside me. Without even glancing at me, she interrupted the manager. “If what you’re saying is true, it’ll be on the CCTV footage, right?” The manager blinked, her face paling slightly. “Well... yes, but—” Cathy raised her hand, silencing her. “Good. So you’ll have evidence to back up everything, won’t you?” There was a brief, awkward silence. The manager’s confidence seemed to deflate like a balloon. “I—uh—well, of course,” she stammered, now visibly sweating. “If what you’re saying is true,” Cathy cut in, arms crossed and eyes narrowing, “then it’ll be in the CCTV footage.” She waved a dismissive hand, like the matter was already beneath her attention. “We’ll have evidence to back it up.” The woman who’d been making a scene earlier shifted nervously. Her confidence faltered, and I could almost taste her fear.
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE
RICHARD’S POV The detective, a tall, no-nonsense type, had been assigned to my case within an hour of my arrival at the station. His name was Detective Harris, and from the look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t new to these kinds of situations. I didn’t have the energy to care about his experience, though. All that mattered to me was finding Amelia. As we drove back to my house, the weight in my chest grew heavier. The policemen in the backseat exchanged brief looks, and I could sense they thought this might be one of those "runaway wife" situations. But I knew better. Amelia didn’t just vanish. She was taken. I could feel it. When we arrived, Harris wasted no time. “We’ll search the house,” he said, stepping out of the car. “Maybe something here will give us a clue about where she went.” I scoffed, following him inside. “She didn’t ‘go’ anywhere, Detective. She was taken. You’re wasting time.” Harris gave me a flat look. “We need to cover all our bases. If she left on her own
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System 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
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System 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
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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
