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Slumdog Billionaire 28. Plot Twist
Chapter Twenty Eight The thug leader's hesitation turned into resolve. His finger tightened on the trigger, and a cold smile spread across his face. Just as he began to pull the trigger, a sudden noise broke the tense silence—a loud, commanding shout echoed through the street."Drop the gun!" All eyes turned to see a squad of police officers rushing towards them, their weapons drawn. The thug leader's eyes widened in shock. He hesitated for a split second, his grip on the gun faltering.In that moment, Declan saw his chance. He lunged forward, knocking the gun from the thug's hand. It clattered to the ground, and the officers quickly surrounded them, their presence overwhelming the thugs."Hands up! Now!" one of the officers commanded, his voice authoritative and unyielding.The thug leader, realizing he was outnumbered and outgunned, slowly raised his hands in surrender. The other thugs followed suit, their bravado evaporating in the face of the police.Declan stepped back, breathi
Slumdog Billionaire 29. The Missing Homeless Sister
Chapter Twenty Nine As Declan turned to Stella and Clara, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Stella's voice cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving."I have nothing to sort out with you," she said, her tone laced with bitterness. "I saw you cheating on me with the nurse. I hate you, Declan. I want a divorce desperately."Declan's heart sank at her words, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, to plead with her, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture."Stop saying that," she spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "We just recently got married, and you've already shattered everything."Declan felt like the ground had fallen out from beneath him. He reached out a trembling hand towards her, desperate to explain, to make things right, but she turned away, rolling her eyes in disgust.Without another word, Stella stormed off towards the car, leaving Declan stranded on the sidewalk, his world crumbling around him. He watched her go, his heart achin
Slumdog Billionaire 30. Is He Dead ?
Chapter Thirty The sleek Ferrari navigated through narrow, winding streets until it reached a part of town Declan barely recognized. Dilapidated buildings lined the road, their windows shattered and covered with grime. The air was thick with the stench of decay and garbage, assaulting his senses and making his stomach churn.The woman parked the car and stepped out, motioning for Declan to follow. He hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the desolate surroundings, but his desperation to find his sister pushed him forward.As they walked, Declan scanned the area, his eyes darting from one homeless person to another. Ragged figures huddled in doorways and makeshift shelters, their faces etched with hardship. He searched for any sign of his sister, but none of the faces looked familiar.His head began to throb, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Memories he had tried to bury deep within his mind started to resurface, chaotic and disjointed. Images of his sister's laugh
Slumdog Billionaire 31. I Need A Divorce
Chapter Thirty One The lady was so scared, so she picked up her phone to call a number. "Hello, I need help. I have an unconscious man who is bleeding under my arms right now!" she screamed into the phone. "Is he dead? Do you need us to dispose of him?" the person she called asked. "No, I can't dispose of him! What if someone catches me?" she panicked, her voice shaking. "This is too risky." The man on the other end of the line sighed, rolling his eyes. "Isabella, we're bigger than the police. Remember who you are. You're the daughter of a powerful mafia lord, and your father loves you too much to let anything happen to you." As she continued to panic, a black SUV pulled up beside her. A burly man in a tailored suit stepped out, his face a mask of irritation and concern. "Isabella, what are you doing close to the homeless station?" he demanded. "Are you sure this man isn't homeless? I think we should dump him here. His clothes are too basic, and I don’t think anyone of imp
Slumdog Billionaire 32. Crazy Mafia Girl
Chapter Thirty Two Isabella couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered as she worked on Declan's wounds. Marco's grumbling echoed in the background, but she tuned it out, focusing solely on the man before her. The blood had slowed to a trickle, but he was still unconscious, his face deathly pale. She cleaned and bandaged the wound as best as she could, but it was clear he needed more than just first aid. "We need to call a doctor," she said firmly, glancing at Marco. "Someone we can trust." Marco scoffed. "And who exactly is that? In our world, trust is a luxury we can't afford." Isabella bit her lip, frustration boiling within her. "I'll call Dr. Ramirez. He owes us a favor." "Fine," Marco grumbled, leaning against the wall. "But this is your mess, Isabella. I hope you know what you're doing." Isabella ignored him, pulling out her phone and dialing Dr. Ramirez's number. The phone rang twice before he picked up. "Isabella, it's late. What do you need?" Dr. Ramirez
Slumdog Billionaire 33. Cure For Cancer
Chapter Thirty Three Declan limped out of the safe house, the pain from his wound a constant reminder of his mission. The city was dark and silent, the streets empty. He clutched the ring in his hand, the neon blue flame flickering as if it sensed his desperation. He had to find his sister. Nothing else mattered. He wandered from one homeless shelter to another, asking about a seventeen-year-old girl. Each time, the answer was the same. No one had seen her. He described her as best as he could, but without his phone, he had no picture to show them. Frustration gnawed at him as he trudged through the cold night. At one shelter, an old man shook his head sympathetically. "Sorry, son. Lots of young girls come through here, but none match your description." Declan thanked him and moved on. The hours passed in a blur of disappointment and growing despair. He checked alleyways, parks, and underpasses, calling out her name, hoping for a miracle. But the city remained silent, offering n
Slumdog Billionaire 34. Dirty Dangerous Games
Chapter Thirty Four Isabella smirked as she ended the call. Dr. Ramirez had played his part perfectly. She dialed another number, her voice low and filled with satisfaction when it connected."The deal and mission have been achieved. The tracker on Declan’s body is working perfectly. We can see his every move," she reported.There was a brief pause before the voice on the other end replied, "Excellent work, Isabella. Continue to monitor him closely."She ended the call, turning to Marco with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Unlock his phone," she ordered. "We need to find out more about him."Marco fumbled with the phone, his thick fingers awkwardly tapping at the screen. After a few minutes of futile attempts, he looked up, frustration evident on his face. "I can't do it," he admitted.Isabella's eyes narrowed. "You're stupid and dumb," she snapped. Marco flinched at her harsh words, but he quickly composed himself and offered a meek apology."I'm sorry, Isabella.""Go and have it fi
Slumdog Billionaire 35. The Warning!
Chapter Thirty FiveIsabella stayed in her bedroom, scrolling through Declan’s phone and noting the wealth of information. Her excitement was palpable; this phone was a goldmine. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening again. Richard walked back in, his eyes narrowing as he approached her."Isabella," he said, his voice sharp. "Do you have Declan's phone? Did you find anything tangible in it? He's always talking about how important he is, and it seems like he's in contact with some exclusive rich men—business tycoons and politicians."Quickly, Isabella slipped Declan’s phone behind her bed, her heart racing. "No, I didn’t see anything," she lied smoothly. "Declan’s phone isn’t with me."Richard's eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his demeanor menacing. "You know how much I can destroy your life if you lie to me, right?"Isabella nodded, trying to hide her fear. "Come on, baby," she cooed, her voice softening as she moved closer to him. "I’ll do anything
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Void.
One evening, as we sat together in the living room, Hazel’s eyes sparkled with a new idea. “I’ve been thinking... we’ve been focused on defense, on reacting to the threats against us. But what if we went on the offensive?” I exchanged glances with Kai, Declan, and Vincent, all of us intrigued but cautious. “What do you have in mind, Hazel?” Kai asked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing with interest. “We know there are people out there who want to hurt us. We’ve been playing their game, letting them set the rules. What if we turn the tables? What if we take the fight to them?” Declan cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind.” Vincent, always the strategist, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “It’s risky. We could provoke a war.” Hazel’s smile was wicked, filled with the fire that had drawn us all to her in the first place. “They’re already at war with us. They just don’t know we’re about to win.” Kai leaned back, considering her wor
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67. The crazy story
One evening, as we sat together in the living room, Hazel’s eyes sparkled with a new idea. “I’ve been thinking... we’ve been focused on defense, on reacting to the threats against us. But what if we went on the offensive?”I exchanged glances with Kai, Declan, and Vincent, all of us intrigued but cautious. “What do you have in mind, Hazel?” Kai asked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing with interest.“We know there are people out there who want to hurt us. We’ve been playing their game, letting them set the rules. What if we turn the tables? What if we take the fight to them?”Declan cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind.”Vincent, always the strategist, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “It’s risky. We could provoke a war.”Hazel’s smile was wicked, filled with the fire that had drawn us all to her in the first place. “They’re already at war with us. They just don’t know we’re about to win.”Kai leaned back, considering her words. “Y
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66. Heartbreak
The room fell into a stunned silence as the gravity of their situation settled over them like a shroud. Stella felt her chest tighten, the weight of their actions pressing down until she could barely breathe. Declan, still dazed, stared blankly at the screen. Mason, ever the stoic one, was pale, his eyes wide with disbelief and regret.For a long moment, no one moved or spoke. The only sound was the soft hum of the hidden chamber, the cold, clinical atmosphere in stark contrast to the chaos they had narrowly escaped above. But the knowledge that the harbingers were spreading across the city, that they had unleashed something unstoppable, hung over them like a death sentence.“We’re responsible for this,” Stella whispered, her voice cracking. “We did this.”Mason didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed on the screen as the shadowy figures swarmed through the streets. “We didn’t know,” he said quietly, but there was no conviction in his words. They both knew it was a hollow excuse.Declan fi
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65. New World
As Stella and Declan made their way back to Mason’s office, the dawn light casting long shadows across the pavement, a strange sensation tugged at the back of Stella's mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was still amiss, that the calm after their battle was deceptive.Mason greeted them at the door, his face haggard from sleepless nights of research and preparation. He nodded as they entered, the atmosphere heavy with the unspoken relief of survival. Yet, as Mason closed the door behind them, an eerie silence settled over the room, thicker than before."I think we did it," Declan said, his voice breaking the tension. "The city's safe."Mason nodded, but there was no satisfaction in his eyes, only a lingering unease. He walked over to the bookshelf, pulling down the same dusty tome they had been studying. He flipped through the pages, his fingers trembling slightly."There’s something I need to show you," he said quietly, his tone almost ominous. He turned the book towa
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64. The Billionaire’s Wife
The boat cut through the churning waves, each stroke taking them further from the collapsing island. Stella's heart pounded as she glanced back, watching the land sink into the sea. The messenger's words echoed in her mind: "You've unleashed something far worse." What had they done?Declan's determined face gave her a sliver of hope. They rowed in silence, the tension between them thick as the mist rising from the water. As night fell, the city skyline appeared on the horizon, its lights twinkling like stars. They were headed back to civilization, but what awaited them there?They docked at a quiet marina, exhaustion pulling at their limbs. Stella's legs trembled as she stepped onto the pier, but she forced herself to keep moving. They had to find answers, and they needed help.Declan led the way through narrow, dimly lit streets. The city's pulse was different from the island's serene rhythm, the air thick with the hum of life and the scent of asphalt. They reached a small, nondescri
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63. The Billionaire’s Husband
The boat cut through the churning waves, each stroke taking them further from the collapsing island. Stella's heart pounded as she glanced back, watching the land sink into the sea. The messenger's words echoed in her mind: "You've unleashed something far worse." What had they done?Declan's determined face gave her a sliver of hope. They rowed in silence, the tension between them thick as the mist rising from the water. As night fell, the city skyline appeared on the horizon, its lights twinkling like stars. They were headed back to civilization, but what awaited them there?They docked at a quiet marina, exhaustion pulling at their limbs. Stella's legs trembled as she stepped onto the pier, but she forced herself to keep moving. They had to find answers, and they needed help.Declan led the way through narrow, dimly lit streets. The city's pulse was different from the island's serene rhythm, the air thick with the hum of life and the scent of asphalt. They reached a small, nondescri
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62. Lame billionaires
Stella worked through the night, her eyes fixed on the map. The man watched her closely, his presence a constant reminder of the danger she was in. As she traced her fingers over the symbols, she began to notice a pattern. Each symbol corresponded to a place on the island, places she had visited in her months of solitude. She realized her grandfather had hidden the clues in plain sight, using the island as a giant puzzle."We need to go to the old lighthouse," Stella said, pointing to a symbol that matched the structure.The man narrowed his eyes. "Lead the way," he ordered, tightening his grip on her wrist.They made their way through the dense forest, the path illuminated by the first light of dawn. The lighthouse loomed ahead, its silhouette stark against the rising sun. As they approached, Stella's heart pounded. She hoped her plan would work.Inside the lighthouse, the air was thick with dust and decay. Stella led the man to a trapdoor hidden under a pile of debris. She hesitated
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61. Beginning of a new dynasty
Stella woke up in a dimly lit room. Her head throbbed, and her vision was blurry. She tried to sit up but found her hands and feet bound. Panic surged through her as she scanned her surroundings. The room was small, with a single barred window high up on the wall. The door was heavy and wooden, with no sign of a handle from the inside."Where am I?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling.Footsteps echoed outside the door. Stella's heart raced. The door creaked open, and the man from the shore entered, his expression cold and unreadable."Who are you? What do you want from me?" Stella demanded, trying to keep her fear at bay.The man ignored her questions and placed the black metallic chest on the floor in front of her. "You have something that belongs to me," he said, his voice steady and chilling."I don't know what you're talking about," Stella replied, her mind racing to understand.The man crouched down, his eyes locking onto hers. "Your grandfather had something that righ
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60. Matters Arising
Chapter Sixty Stella stood on the shore, her brush dancing across the canvas as she captured the serene beauty of the island. Three months had passed since she arrived, and it had been a transformative experience. The peace and quiet had allowed her to reconnect with nature and tap into her creative side. Her paintings, once amateurish and uncertain, now radiated a sense of confidence and skill. They were reminiscent of the Greek goddesses she had always admired, and she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. But as she mixed colors on her palette, a sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. She had been dreading this moment for weeks, ever since her father's letters had stopped arriving. And then, it came. A small boat arrived on the shore, carrying a somber-faced messenger. Stella's heart sank as he approached her, his eyes filled with sympathy. "Miss Stella, I'm so sorry to inform you that your grandfather has passed away," he said, his voice barely above a whisper
