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THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 117
Ethan sat in the study, surrounded by mountains of old Elliot family records.His fingers traced over the ledger entries as Victoria's warning about family secrets echoed in his mind."This can't be right," he muttered, studying a suspicious transaction.The numbers weren't adding up – large sums transferred to offshore accounts under unfamiliar names.He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen for a moment."Time to get some answers."The phone rang several times before a familiar voice answered."Grayson," Ethan said. "We need to talk.""It's rather late, Ethan," the family lawyer replied, his tone carefully neutral."I'm looking at some interesting documents here in the study. Records of transactions I've never seen before. Does the name Black Hawk mean anything to you?"There was a long pause on the other end of the line."I see," finally said. "Perhaps this isn't a conversation we should have over the phone.""My thoughts exactly. Come to the study. Now.""Ethan, it's near
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 118
The study had become Ethan's sanctuary over the past week, filled with the soft glow of his laptop screen and scattered papers. Tonight, though, the room felt different – more oppressive, as if the walls themselves held secrets."Found anything new?" Lisa asked, setting down two cups of coffee and settling into the leather chair beside him.Ethan rubbed his tired eyes. "More than I wanted to. The Black Hawk isn't just some criminal group – they're something else entirely.""Tell me," she said, her hand finding his."I've been going through encrypted files, dark web forums, whispered stories..." He pulled up several windows on his laptop. "They're like ghosts, Lisa. They appear, destroy lives, and vanish without a trace.""What exactly do they do?""Everything. Assassination. Blackmail. Corporate sabotage." He clicked through several news articles. "See these unexplained deaths? CEOs, politicians, judges – all ruled as accidents or suicides. But look at the timing, always right after m
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 119
Ethan's phone rang at 3 AM, jolting both him and Lisa awake. The hospital's number flashed on the screen."Mr. Elliot?" A frantic voice spoke. "Your father is in critical – we need you here immediately. We need a direct blood relative for transfusion.""What? What happened to him?" Ethan sat up, already reaching for his clothes."Multiple organ failure. Please hurry, Mr. Elliot. Time is crucial."Lisa grabbed his arm. "I'm coming with you.""No," Ethan said firmly. "With everything that's happening, I need you to stay here where it's safe. I'll have security sweep the grounds again.""Ethan, I don't like this. What if—"He cupped her face. "The mansion's security system is state-of-the-art. Nobody gets in without us knowing. Please, just... stay here.""Be careful," she whispered, kissing him quickly."I'll call you as soon as I know anything."Twenty minutes later, Ethan burst through the hospital doors. "I'm here for Richard Elliot. I'm his son."The nurse at the desk looked confuse
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 120
The figure tilted their head. "Just delivering a message, Mr. Elliot." They moved with impossible speed, dodging Ethan's lunge and slipping past him through the door."Are you okay?" Ethan rushed to Lisa, checking her for injuries.She nodded, trembling. "They... they just appeared. Out of nowhere.""How many?""I saw at least three. They were everywhere, carving those symbols..." She pointed to the wall where another hawk had been etched.Grayson appeared in the doorway, out of breath. "They're gone. I saw them leaving through the garden.""Did you see their faces?" Ethan demanded."No one sees their faces," Grayson said grimly. "That's part of their power. The masks aren't just for show – they're a message. The Black Hawk could be anyone."Lisa gasped, drawing their attention to the bathroom. "Ethan..."They followed her gaze to the mirror, where words had been scrawled in what looked horribly like blood: "WE ARE INSIDE""Jesus," Grayson muttered."This is just the beginning, isn't
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 121
The abandoned warehouse loomed against the darkening sky, its windows like hollow eyes staring down at Ethan. Victoria had chosen the meeting place well – isolated, with clear views of any approaching vehicles.He found her waiting in what used to be an office, perched elegantly on a dusty desk despite their surroundings."I was wondering when you'd come to me," Victoria said, her red lips curving into a smile. "Terrible business with the break-in. How's dear Lisa holding up?"Ethan remained by the door. "Cut the act, Victoria. Are you working with them?""The Black Hawk?" She laughed, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You really don't know anything, do you?""Then enlighten me.""Twenty years ago, the Black Hawk destroyed my family." She slid off the desk, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. "Everything we had – gone in a single night. Sound familiar?""Why should I believe you?""Because unlike your family, Ethan, I have nothing left to hide." She pulled out her phone, showing hi
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 122
Ethan sat in darkness, watching the wall of security monitors he'd installed in the garage. Each screen showed a different part of the mansion, casting an eerie blue glow across his face.Lisa's voice crackled through his earpiece. "Anything?""Nothing yet," he muttered. "But Victoria was right about one thing – someone's been helping them.""You really think it's one of the staff?""We'll find out soon enough." He checked his watch: 11:45 PM.The screens showed empty hallways, silent rooms, shadows stretching across familiar spaces. Then, movement caught his eye – Maria, one of their longtime maids, walking through the main hall."Got something," he whispered. "Maria's heading toward the study.""Maria? But she's been with us for years.""Exactly. The perfect cover."On screen, Maria glanced furtively over her shoulder before slipping into the study. Ethan leaned closer, watching as she moved straight to his desk."I'm going in," he said, rising from his chair."Ethan, wait—"He was
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 123
Rain pounded against the SUV's windows as Ethan studied the warehouse through night-vision binoculars.Two guards patrolled the perimeter, their hawk masks gleaming in the darkness."This feels too easy," Lisa whispered from beside him.Ethan lowered the binoculars."That's what worries me."His phone lit up with a call from their tech specialist."Talk to me, Marcus.""I've got eyes on all exits," Marcus replied. "Thermal imaging shows four heat signatures inside – probably Maria's family. Two guards outside, three more on the upper level.""Any sign of Black Hawk leadership?""Negative. Place looks like a standard holding facility."Lisa touched Ethan's arm."We should call in backup—""No," he cut her off."We can't trust anyone else. You saw what happened with Maria.""Then what's the plan?"Ethan pulled out his tablet, showing a blueprint of the warehouse."Marcus disabled their security system. We go in through the loading bay, neutralize the guards, get Maria's family out. Sim
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 124
Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the Richardson family's annual gala, where the city's elite mingled in their finest attire.Ethan adjusted his bow tie, scanning the crowded ballroom."Relax," Lisa whispered, squeezing his arm."You're too tense.""Hard not to be." His eyes swept the room again."Especially after what we found at the warehouse.""Mr. Elliot!" James Richardson approached, champagne in hand."So glad you could make it. Especially given your recent... troubles.""Wouldn't miss it," Ethan forced a smile."Shame about that break-in at your mansion. Terrible business." James leaned closer."Though I hear it wasn't exactly random.""What do you mean?""Oh, just rumors." James waved his hand dismissively."Though speaking of rumors – that gentleman's been asking about you."Ethan followed his gaze to a figure standing near the grand staircase.The man wore an elaborate venetian mask – shaped like a hawk."Excuse us," Ethan said abruptly, pulling Lisa aside."Is that—
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CHAPTER 231
Ethan’s car roared through the gates of the Elliot estate, tires screeching to a halt in the driveway. He stepped out, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.Lisa and Harris followed, both tense.The meeting with Celeste had been unexpected. Dangerous. And now, as he stared at his mansion, a cold unease settled in his chest.Something felt wrong.Lisa noticed it too. “Something’s off.”Harris pulled his gun. “Security’s supposed to be on alert.”Ethan’s instincts screamed.He strode to the entrance, typing in his personal security code. Nothing.The system had been shut down.From the inside.Lisa’s eyes widened. “What the hell?”Harris cursed under his breath. “Boss… we got a mole.”Ethan’s fingers curled into fists. Of course, we do.The Serpent doesn’t just attack from the outside. They infest.He turned to Lisa. “Run a full system check. I want to know who had access.”Lisa nodded, already pulling up her tablet. “If they think they can infiltrate us, we’ll make them regret it.”Harris
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Ethan sat in his private jet, eyes narrowed as he studied the message again.Celeste Moreau. Paris. Midnight. Come alone.As if that was going to happen.Lisa sat across from him, arms crossed. “This is a trap.”Harris, leaning against the cabin wall, smirked. “Of course it is. But when has that ever stopped him?”Ethan exhaled slowly, rolling his watch strap between his fingers. “She’s not trying to kill me.”Lisa scoffed. “Oh? She just killed your father, launched a war against Elliot Enterprises, and now she’s inviting you to a midnight rendezvous? Yeah, totally safe.”Ethan smirked. “If she wanted me dead, I wouldn’t have gotten an invitation. I’d have gotten a bullet.”Lisa rubbed her temples. “You’re actually going.”Ethan leaned forward. “Not just going. Setting the rules.”He grabbed his phone, sending a quick message. “I’ll meet her. But it’s going to be on my terms.”Paris. Midnight.The private suite in an exclusive hotel overlooked the Seine, bathed in the golden glow of t
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Lisa scoffed. “Oh, really? Because it sure as hell feels like one.”Ethan smirked. “No. I’m setting one.”Lisa frowned. “What are you—”Ethan grabbed the silver coin Celeste had left behind at the auction and tossed it onto the table.“The Serpent doesn’t just kill. They recruit.”Lisa’s eyes widened. “You’re going in as a recruit?”Ethan nodded, already dialing a number.Harris whistled. “Damn. That’s insane.”Ethan smirked. “Insane gets results.”Lisa exhaled. “And if they see through it?”Ethan cocked his gun. “Then I kill them first.”The sky was a dull shade of gray, the kind that pressed heavy against the earth like it knew something was ending. A bitter wind howled through the private cemetery where James Elliot was being laid to rest.Ethan stood at the graveside, his expression unreadable, his body still.Lisa and Harris flanked him, silent, knowing better than to speak.The priest muttered prayers, but Ethan barely heard them. His father—the man who had built an empire, betr
CHAPTER 228
Ethan’s phone buzzed. A new video file.He didn’t hesitate. His fingers moved instinctively, opening the message as Lisa and Harris leaned in.The screen flickered to life—a dark, cold room.In the center, bound to a chair, was James Elliot.Ethan’s stomach twisted into a tight knot.His father’s once-powerful frame looked frail, battered. Wrists strapped to the armrests. Chest rising and falling in weak, uneven breaths.Then, a figure stepped into view.Celeste.She stood over James, elegant, calm—like a queen surveying a fallen empire.Her voice, soft and almost amused, filled the silence. “He was never supposed to lead.”Ethan’s grip on the phone tightened.Celeste knelt beside James, tucking a strand of silver hair behind his ear like a daughter comforting her father.“The Serpent chose me.”Ethan’s pulse hammered.Lisa whispered, “Ethan… don’t.”But he couldn’t look away.His father tried to speak, but Celeste pressed a finger to his lips.“Shh. It’s time to let go.”Then she pul
CHAPTER 227
Ethan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as the black SUV tore through the night. His mind was a razor-sharp blade, slicing through the chaos, piecing together every fragment of information they had.The text had been clear: His father had until midnight.Lisa sat beside him, laptop open, fingers flying across the keyboard. Harris, in the backseat, had his gun checked and ready. The SUV’s interior was charged with tension, the kind that came before a storm.“Tell me you have something,” Ethan said, voice calm, lethal.Lisa exhaled, scrolling through encrypted files. “Her name is Celeste Moreau. French aristocracy. Untouchable in high society. But underneath?” She turned the screen to show a classified intelligence report with the word DANGEROUS stamped across the top.“She’s not just a criminal, Ethan. She’s been running operations across Europe for years—arms deals, political coups, assassinations.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. So Dominic was never meant to rule. She was. The true heir.
CHAPTER 226
Ethan didn’t wait. The moment the masked bidder left the auction stage, he moved. His pulse thrummed with a deadly rhythm, his mind calculating every possibility. Whoever had just claimed his father’s life wasn’t just a player in the game—they were running it.Lisa’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “You’re going after them, aren’t you?”Ethan adjusted his cufflinks, already following the figure down a private corridor leading to the VIP lounge. “Would you expect anything less?”Harris, stationed near the entrance, let out a low whistle. “Careful, boss. This is a different breed of predator. The whole room bowed to them.”Ethan smirked. “Then let’s find out if they kneel just as easily.”The VIP section of the auction was a world of its own. Dimly lit, lined with velvet curtains and exotic fragrances, the air was thick with whispered deals and quiet threats.Ethan stepped inside. The masked figure was just ahead, their aura commanding. Two armed guards flanked the entrance, blocking hi
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Ethan sat in his study, the silver coin twirling between his fingers. The serpent’s eye engraving gleamed under the dim light. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a challenge.Lisa sat across from him, arms crossed. “We traced the coin’s origin.”Harris leaned against the bookshelf, a sly smirk on his face. “You’re gonna love this, boss. It’s tied to an underground auction house. High-stakes. Invitation-only. Black market for the elite.”Ethan exhaled slowly. “What do they sell?”Lisa’s eyes darkened. “Information. Weapons. People. Secrets. The kind of trade where reputations and lives go to the highest bidder.”Harris tossed a file onto the desk. “And guess what? Your father’s life is on the menu.”Ethan’s fingers stopped moving.Lisa’s voice was tense. “They’re auctioning access to him. Whoever wins the bid gets to decide what happens next.”A slow, dangerous fire ignited in Ethan’s chest.“They think he’s just a commodity?” He scoffed. “They’re about to learn who really runs the game.”
CHAPTER 224
Ethan sat in his private office, eyes locked on the illuminated screen of his laptop. A deep scowl creased his face as he scrolled through decades of financial transactions, each one confirming the truth he had desperately wanted to deny.His father had been funding The Serpent for years.Not just small sums—we’re talking billions. Hidden in offshore accounts. Funneled through shell companies. Tied to governments, illicit businesses, and war profiteering operations across the world.Lisa stood beside him, arms crossed, her face hard. “This isn’t just bad, Ethan. This is catastrophic.”Harris, pacing by the window, let out a low whistle. “No wonder they’re pissed. With Dominic gone, they lost their puppet and their funding. This isn’t just revenge—it’s financial war.”Ethan clenched his fists. His father had never prepared him for this kind of battle. He had spent his life protecting the Elliot empire, unaware that the wealth he was defending had been built on the backs of vipers.And
CHAPTER 223
The stench of burning metal and charred wood filled the air as Ethan stepped over the wreckage of the Elliot warehouse. Smoke still curled from the debris, and the wailing sirens of emergency responders faded into the distance. The bodies had been removed, but the message remained—scrawled across the blackened walls in dark red streaks.“You took our king. Now we take yours.”Ethan’s jaw clenched as he studied the words, each letter dripping like an open wound. He didn’t need a forensic team to confirm it—this was blood. A message, personal and deliberate.Lisa approached cautiously, her voice low. “This isn’t just about Dominic. The Serpent isn’t retreating, Ethan. They’re evolving.”Ethan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He knew better than to assume victory meant safety. Dominic was gone, but the organization that had built him wasn’t.“They’re making it clear,” he murmured. “They’re not after my company, my money, or my name. They want blood.”Lisa met his gaze, h
