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THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 202
Victoria had always been ruthless, but now, she had crossed the line into something far worse.I stood in the dimly lit safe house, the weight of her ultimatum pressing down on me.Lisa, Harris, and the rest of my team were waiting for my call. But deep down, I already knew—there was no coming back from this.Victoria wasn’t my sister anymore.She was the enemy.Lisa’s voice cut through the heavy silence.“Tell me we’re taking her down.”I didn’t answer right away.I was still gripping the edge of the table, staring at the map of our current safe locations. It didn’t matter. Victoria already knew where we were.Harris leaned forward.“Ethan, she’s building an army out of what’s left of The Black Hawk. You wait too long, and we’ll be the ones hunted.”Lisa folded her arms, her expression unyielding. “She made her choice. Now we make ours.”I exhaled slowly.“We bring her down.”No one argued.There was nothing left to say.I had barely started assembling a plan when the first explosion
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 203
This was it.The endgame.Victoria had fortified The Black Hawk’s new headquarters in an abandoned high-rise outside the city.Getting inside had been a nightmare—armed guards, high-tech security, and a damn sniper nearly taking my head off.But now, standing in the dimly lit war room, it was just the two of us.Siblings. Enemies.Victoria sat behind a sleek, black desk, swirling a glass of whiskey like this wasn’t the end of everything.“You took your time,” she mused. “I almost thought you’d given up.”I tightened my grip on the gun. “You wish.”She sighed, setting the glass down. “You look tired, Ethan. This life is exhausting, isn’t it?”I took a slow step forward. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you.”Victoria smirked. “Then why not let it go? Walk away. Take your people, take your fortune, and leave me to handle things the way they need to be handled.”I laughed, sharp and humorless.“By what? Taking control of a terrorist network? Becoming the queen of criminals? Y
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 204
The air in Victoria’s abandoned headquarters felt heavy, like the ghosts of her plans still lingered. I stared at the note in Lisa’s hand, the words The Black Hawk falls, but the Serpent rises burning into my mind.“What the hell is the Serpent?” Lisa asked again, her voice edged with frustration.I exhaled sharply. “No idea. But if Victoria left this behind, it wasn’t by accident.”Lisa crossed her arms, studying me. “You think this was some kind of warning?”“Or a taunt,” I muttered. “Victoria doesn’t do anything without a reason. She wanted me to find this.”Harris stepped closer, glancing over my shoulder at the note. “Could be another faction. Maybe a splinter group from The Black Hawk.”I shook my head. “If it was just that, she wouldn’t be so cryptic. She knows something we don’t.”Lisa frowned. “Then maybe we should ask her.”I let out a bitter laugh. “You think she’s going to just tell us? Victoria plays the long game. She’ll let me stew on this until it drives me crazy.”Lis
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 205
The reinforced steel doors of the Elliot family’s private vault stood wide open, the security alarms still blaring as Ethan strode inside.His sharp eyes swept across the room, taking in the emptied shelves and scattered papers left behind in the thieves’ rush.Lisa was already there, crouched near an overturned filing cabinet, examining the only thing the intruders had left behind—a golden emblem of a coiled serpent.She held it up as Ethan approached.“They left us a message,” she muttered.Ethan took the emblem from her, turning it over in his palm. It was heavy, solid gold, with intricate engravings that felt too precise to be mass-produced. He narrowed his eyes.“They wanted us to know who did this.”Harris, standing near the entrance, scowled.“If they wanted us to know, they should’ve stayed and fought.”Lisa pulled a yellowed newspaper clipping from beside the emblem.“They left this too.”Ethan took it, his pulse quickening as he read the faded print.The article was decades
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 206
Ethan stepped into the dimly lit study, the scent of aged leather and cigar smoke clinging to the air.The man seated behind the grand oak desk was frail, his skin lined with the weight of decades, but his sharp eyes held no weakness.Sebastian Whitmore—once one of his grandfather’s most cutthroat business rivals—smirked as Ethan approached.“Well, well,” Whitmore rasped, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.“The last Elliot standing. I was wondering when you’d come knocking.”Ethan took a seat without invitation, his gaze unyielding.“You know why I’m here.”Whitmore chuckled, a sound laced with amusement and something darker.“Of course I do. You’re chasing ghosts, boy.” He took a slow sip, then set his glass down with a soft clink. “Or, more accurately, serpents.”Ethan leaned forward.“The Brotherhood of the Serpent. What do you know?”Whitmore exhaled sharply.“You think your grandfather was the only Elliot playing with snakes? Please. The Serpent doesn’t die—” his lips curled
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 207
Ethan stood on the edge of a deserted road as the coordinates burned in his mind—a hidden estate in the middle of nowhere.Against Lisa’s desperate pleas over the phone, he had chosen to go alone.Now, as he stepped out of his car into the cool night air, his pulse quickened with a mix of anticipation and dread."Are you sure about this, Ethan?" Lisa’s voice echoed through his earpiece, laden with worry."Absolutely," he replied curtly."Some battles are meant to be fought alone."The estate loomed ahead, its tall iron gates encrusted with rust and ivy. As Ethan pushed the gate open, he was greeted by the low murmur of voices and the clink of glasses.Inside, an eerie gathering unfolded in a grand hall.Masked figures clad in luxurious robes and ornate masks mingled with one another, toasting with crystal flutes filled with a mysterious amber liquid.A large banner across the ceiling read, in gilded letters, “Next Phase of Human Evolution.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the sc
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 208
Ethan stood at the center, his expression a mixture of steely determination and growing disgust.Before him, Lucian Vale, adorned in his infamous gold serpent mask, slowly unsealed Ethan’s chosen envelope with a practiced smirk.Around them, masked figures in ornate robes watched silently, their eyes glittering with anticipation.Lucian’s gloved fingers unfolded the contents.“Well, well, look at this little token of your ‘loyalty,’ Ethan,” he sneered.He held up a faded photograph—a close-up image of one of Ethan’s most trusted allies, bound to a chair with a cold metal gun pointed at their head.The sight sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine, though his face remained impassive.“You want to lead?” Lucian taunted, his tone mocking.“Prove your strength. Eliminate the weak.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed, his mind swirling with indignation.This is abhorrent. I’m not a butcher. I won’t sacrifice my people for a twisted idea of power.“I’m not your executioner,” Ethan snapped, his voice low and ve
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 209
Ethan’s pulse pounded like a war drum as he sat in the quiet darkness of his safehouse, reviewing surveillance footage from the chaotic auction. The grainy video looped repeatedly on his laptop, and he leaned forward, squinting at the image on the screen. His instincts, honed by years of betrayal and battle, told him there was something unmistakably familiar about the masked figure lingering in the background."Harper, enhance that section, will you?" Ethan barked into his comm."On it, boss," Harper replied, her fingers flying over the keyboard.The screen flickered as the software sharpened the image. Ethan’s blood ran cold as the enhanced frame revealed the masked figure’s stance, his height, the slight limp in his walk. It was Lawrence—his imprisoned uncle.Ethan’s mind reeled. Lawrence? I thought he was locked away for good. He clenched his jaw, anger mingling with disbelief.He slammed his laptop shut and grabbed his coat. "I’m heading to the prison," he declared, his tone a mix
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CHAPTER 233
Ethan sat alone in his study, the heavy leather-bound file spread open before him. The dim glow of his desk lamp cast eerie shadows over the pages, illuminating the words that threatened to redefine everything.The prophecy.The truth.His lineage had never been about control of Elliot Enterprises. That was just the surface. The real power, the real throne, had always been tied to something much older. Something darker.The Serpent was never an enemy.It was a legacy.His family had never just been businessmen. They had been kings in the underworld, bound to The Serpent since its inception. Every Elliot heir had been tested, their paths shaped to determine who was worthy.And Ethan?He wasn’t just another successor.He was the chosen one.His grip tightened on the edges of the paper. His grandfather had known. His father had known. Even Dominic—useless as he was—had been a piece in a much bigger game.But why didn’t they tell me?A hollow laugh escaped him. Because they knew he’d neve
CHAPTER 232
Ethan stood in the center of the Elliot estate’s private war room, surrounded by his closest allies—Lisa, Harris, and his top executives. The air was thick with tension.A traitor was among them.Ethan’s gaze swept across the room. Every face. Every movement. Every breath.“Someone in this circle has been feeding The Serpent information,” he said, voice calm but laced with ice. “I don’t need confessions. I don’t need excuses. I need the truth.”Silence.Lisa leaned forward, arms crossed. “Here’s how this works. We’re running full background checks on every one of you—emails, bank records, calls. If there’s even a whisper of betrayal, we’ll find it.”Harris cracked his knuckles. “And when we do?” He smiled coldly. “Let’s just say I’ve been itching to make an example out of someone.”One of the executives, Mason, shifted uncomfortably. “Come on, Ethan. We’ve been with you for years. You really think one of us would—”Ethan’s eyes snapped to him.Mason shut up.Lisa exhaled sharply. “The
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
CHAPTER 230
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
CHAPTER 225
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.”
