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THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 55
The grand ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton sparkled with crystal chandeliers and flowing champagne.Ethan adjusted his midnight blue tie for the hundredth time, his fingers trembling slightly despite his composed exterior.This is it, he thought, the moment our love becomes official in front of everyone who matters."Son, come meet Senator Richards," his father called, beaming with pride.The older man's hand settled warmly on Ethan's shoulder as he guided him through the crowd."This is my boy, the one I've been telling you about.""Pleasure to meet you, sir," Ethan said, shaking hands firmly while scanning the entrance for any sign of Lisa.She was due to make her bridal entrance soon, and his heart raced at the thought."Where's that stunning fiancée of yours?" a socialite in pearls asked, champagne glass swaying dangerously in her manicured grip."She'll be making her entrance shortly," Ethan replied, masking his anxiety with a practiced smile.Everything has to be perfect tonight. We
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 56
Lisa entered the grand hall, her heels clicking against the marble floorAll eyes turned to her, conversations dying mid-sentence as she approached her aunt, who stood near the buffet table."I've heard enough of your lies about Ethan," Lisa said, her voice steady despite her racing heart.Her aunt's eyes narrowed."Lies? I'm only telling everyone the truth about that good-for-nothing—""Stop right there." Lisa held up her phone."Since you're so interested in the truth, let's hear it directly from the source."With one tap, Claire's voice filled the hall through the speakers:"I need to make a public confession."The trembling voice continued, The allegations against Ethan were false. I... I leaked those photos of Melissa myself."A collective gasp echoed through the room.Lisa watched satisfaction bloom in her chest as her aunt's face turned ashen."What... what is this?" her aunt stammered, gripping her champagne glass tighter."This, dear aunt, is the truth you couldn't be bothered
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 57
“This is unacceptable,” Lisa said, her voice cutting through the murmurs.“You’ve not only insulted Ethan but humiliated me and our entire family in front of everyone. If you think you can get away with this, think again.”Vivian, her face pale but her defiance still intact, sputtered, “Lisa, I was only trying to protect you! I didn’t want you to make a mistake—”“A mistake?” Lisa interjected, her tone icy.“The only mistake here is you believing you have the right to meddle in my life. You spread baseless rumors about Ethan, tried to embarrass him, and tarnished his name without a shred of proof. This is my engagement, and you’ve turned it into your circus.”Lisa’s uncle, Bernard, attempted to step in.“Lisa, don’t raise your voice at your elders. We were only doing what’s best for you—”“What’s best for me?” Lisa snapped.“What’s best for me is being with the man I love, someone who’s honest, kind, and doesn’t stoop to your level of petty manipulation. I demand a public apology to E
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 58
The tension in the air was thick, but Ethan, ever calm in the face of adversity, stepped forward to defuse the situation.He placed a hand gently on his father’s shoulder and said firmly, “Dad, please. This isn’t Lisa’s fault. It’s not her family’s fault either. Let’s not allow this to ruin what’s supposed to be a joyful occasion.”Mr. Elliot’s gaze softened slightly, but the anger still burned behind his eyes.He looked at Ethan, his voice low and serious.“I know you, son. But you have to understand, the way they’ve treated you… It’s not something I can just forget.” His words were like sharp knives, cutting through the air.Ethan swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his father’s disappointment.He nodded, trying to steady his own emotions.“I get it. I do. But we can’t let this affect everything we’ve worked for. What matters is that Lisa and I are together. That’s what should be important right now.”Lisa, standing by Ethan’s side, nodded fervently.“Please, Mr. Elliot. Don’t let
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. “Dad, stop,” he said gently, trying to mask the tremor in his voice.“You don’t need to worry about anything right now. Just rest and recover.”But Mr. Elliot shook his head, his frailty doing little to diminish the sheer willpower in his eyes.“You don’t understand,” he rasped, his voice like sandpaper.“This isn’t just about me or my health. It’s about the family, the legacy. You have to take over… everything that is yours.”Ethan froze, his throat tightening. His father’s words carried a weight that threatened to crush him.“Dad, I know the company is important to you, but right now, none of that matters. What matters is that you get better. We’ll deal with everything else later.”“No, Ethan,” Mr. Elliot said firmly, his grip on Ethan’s hand surprisingly strong for someone so weak. “There’s no later for men like us.The moment you hesitate, the vultures will come circling. I’ve seen it happen before.They’ll use my absence to question your capability. That can’t happen.”Ethan cl
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 60
His father stirred, and his eyes fluttered open, locking onto Ethan. Despite his frailty, there was a steeliness in his gaze.“Ethan,” he murmured, his voice hoarse but firm, “sit up straight. You look like the weight of the world is crushing you.”Ethan straightened automatically, his father’s tone igniting a reflex from years of discipline.“I’m here, Dad. How are you feeling?”Mr. Elliot waved a weak hand dismissively.“I’ve felt better, but this isn’t about me. It’s about you.” He paused, taking a strained breath. “I’ve been thinking... and I may have been wrong earlier.”Ethan frowned, leaning closer.“What do you mean?”“I asked you to marry Lisa,” his father said, his tone slow and deliberate.“But I’ve reconsidered. Perhaps... you shouldn’t.”The words hit Ethan like a punch to the gut. “What?” he asked, incredulous.“Dad, you were just saying—”“I know what I said,” Mr. Elliot interrupted, his voice gaining strength despite his condition.“But I’ve realized that marriage unde
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 61
Ethan stared at Lisa, his mind a whirlwind of emotions.He had been so sure of his decision to let her go, convinced that pushing her away was the only way to protect her from the weight of his family’s expectations and the tangled mess of his inheritance.Yet here she was, standing firm, her resolve unwavering.“Lisa,” he began, his voice heavy with hesitation,“you don’t have to do this. You don’t owe me or my family anything.”Lisa stepped closer, her grip on his hand tightening.“Ethan, stop. Just stop.” Her tone was gentle but firm.“I’m not doing this for your family. I’m doing this for us. For you. Because I believe in you, and I believe in us.”Ethan shook his head, his chest tightening.“But what about your family? You deserve better than being tied down by someone else’s obligations.”Lisa smiled softly, her eyes brimming with both tenderness and determination.“Don’t you get it? My dream is to be with you, Ethan. And if this is part of your life—if this is what you need to
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 62
At the Barrett household, the mood was entirely different.The house buzzed with laughter and chatter as Lisa sat at the breakfast table, surrounded by her mother, aunts, and cousins.The air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and an array of dishes fit for a royal banquet.Lisa’s cousin, Tisha, playfully leaned over.“Today’s the day, Lisa! How are you feeling? Nervous? Excited?”Lisa smiled, though her mind wandered briefly.“Excited, mostly. But a little nervous, too,” she admitted. “It’s a big day.”Tisha grinned.“Well, no talking to Ethan until the ceremony! It’s bad luck, remember?”Lisa rolled her eyes.“It’s just a tradition. Ethan probably thinks I’m ignoring him.”“Exactly why I confiscated your phone,” Tisha teased, holding it up with a mischievous smirk.Lisa laughed and shook her head.“Fine. Just don’t miss any important calls.”The doorbell rang, interrupting their banter.Lisa stood, brushing off the invisible crumbs from her robe.“I’ll get it,” she s
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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
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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
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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.
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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.”
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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
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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
