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THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 59
. “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
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 63
The phone in his hand feels heavy as Tisha’s panicked words echo in his ears.At the same time, Mike’s breathless announcement about his father’s condition seems to freeze the air in the room.He takes a deep breath, his hands trembling as he raises his phone back to his ear.“Tisha,” he says firmly, though his voice is strained.“Check everything—ask around, and call the police if you have to. I’ll... I’ll figure something out.”“Ethan, what’s going on?” Tisha’s voice is on the verge of tears.“She was just here this morning. She couldn’t have gone far, right?”Ethan doesn’t answer, his mind already racing through possibilities.He hangs up abruptly, shoving his phone into his pocket, and turns to Mike.“What do you mean he’s in a coma? I was just about to pick him up!”Mike looks flustered, his tie slightly askew.“I don’t know the full details, Mr. Elliot. The doctor said it happened suddenly. They’ve stabilized him, but he’s unresponsive. They’re running more tests.”Ethan slams h
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 64
Ethan's heart pounds as he processes the situation. His father lies comatose in a hospital bed, and now Lisa’s life hangs in the balance. Every instinct screams for him to act swiftly, but he knows he can’t afford to be reckless. One wrong move could cost him everything.He turns to Mike, who is staring at him with wide eyes. “Call the finance team,” Ethan orders, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “Get them to prepare the cash. Fifty million. I’ll need it in unmarked bills within the hour.”Mike hesitates, his expression uneasy. “Mr. Elliot, are you sure? This could be a trap. Shouldn’t we—”“No police,” Ethan cuts him off, his gaze hard and unyielding. “Not yet. Whoever this is, they’re watching. We can’t risk tipping them off until Lisa is safe.”Mike nods reluctantly and rushes out of the room. Ethan sits down at his desk, his hands gripping the edge tightly. His mind races, analyzing the situation. Who would do this? Is this about the company? A rival? Or something el
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 65
Ethan stood in the grand foyer, his nerves on edge.He had just received the ransom call, and every second that ticked by felt like a lifetime.Turning to Mike, he said sharply, “Gather four of our best guards. Tell them to be ready to move. And not a word about this to anyone. Understand?”Mike nodded, concern etched on his face.“Yes, sir. Should I inform the family that we’re stepping out?”“Tell them we’ll be back before the wedding starts,” Ethan replied curtly.“But keep it vague. No one can know about Lisa. Not yet.”Within minutes, Mike and the guards were assembled in the driveway. Ethan gave them a quick rundown of the situation, omitting no details.“Lisa’s been kidnapped. The bastards want fifty million, and they’re moving us around like pawns. I’ll follow their instructions, but stay sharp. Something feels off about this.”One of the guards, Jaxon, spoke up.“We’ve got your back, Mr. Elliot. Whatever it takes.”Ethan nodded appreciatively, then slid into the driver’s seat
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 66
Ethan stares at his phone, fury and helplessness twisting in his chest. The cold morning air bites against his skin as he turns to Mike and his guards.“They want me to call off the wedding,” Ethan says through clenched teeth, his voice barely masking the storm brewing inside him.Mike’s face pales. “Call off the wedding? What does that even mean? Why would they—”“I don’t know,” Ethan interrupts, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “But they’re playing games, leading us in circles all night. And now, they’re making demands they know I can’t meet.”One of the guards, a tall man named Javier, steps forward. “Sir, this doesn’t sound like a ransom anymore. It feels… personal.”Ethan exhales sharply. “Of course it’s personal. Someone wants to destroy me, and they’re using Lisa to do it.”Mike frowns. “But why involve Lisa? She has nothing to do with your business or your enemies.”“Exactly,” Ethan says bitterly. “Which means this isn’t just about me. It’s about us. Whoever’s behin
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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
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.”
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
