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THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 69
The kidnapper’s voice was slow, deliberate.“Start with your name and say you’re here to make an important announcement about your wedding to Lisa Barrett. Then announce that due to irreconcilable differences, the wedding has been called off.”Ethan’s stomach churned. He looked around as the background looked familiar to her.He glanced at Lisa’s face on the screen, her wide eyes pleading with him.Every fiber of his being screamed to defy this monster, but he couldn’t risk her life.“I’ll do it,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm inside.“But I need to hear her voice. Let her speak—just for a moment. That’s all I ask.”The kidnapper laughed.“A sentimental man, I see. Fine, but only for a second.” The camera angle shifted slightly, and the gag was pulled from Lisa’s mouth. She gasped for air, coughing as tears streamed down her face.“Ethan…” she whispered, her voice raw and broken.“Don’t—”The gag was shoved back in place before she could finish, and the camera returned t
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 70
Ethan's guards, dressed as ordinary laborers, move in perfect synchrony.With weapons drawn, they break from their hidden positions, storming the factory.Chaos erupts as the air fills with shouts and the sharp echo of gunfire.“Secure the exits!” Mike orders, his voice cutting through the cacophony.Lisa, despite her feet still bound, starts to hobble toward Ethan.“Lisa!” he shouts, running to her.His strong arms envelop her as he pulls her close, holding her trembling body protectively.“Ethan,” Lisa whispers, her voice hoarse from the gag.Tears stream down her face as he gently works to untie her hands and feet, his movements deliberate and calm despite the chaos around them.“You’re okay,” he murmurs, removing the gag and cupping her tear-streaked face.His thumb brushes against her cheek.“It’s over. I’ve got you now. No one’s going to hurt you.”She clings to him desperately, her sobs muffled against his chest.Her hands, though free now, grip his shirt like a lifeline.“Lisa
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 71
Ethan paced the length of his study, his brows furrowed as fragments of the past day replayed in his mind. The demands to call off the wedding, the cryptic threats—none of it felt random.He glanced at Lisa, seated on the couch, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress.“This wasn’t just about money,” Ethan muttered, breaking the silence.“The way they kept insisting we call off the wedding... it’s personal. Someone wanted to stop us for a reason beyond ransom.”Lisa looked up, her voice shaky but determined.“But who? Who would go to such lengths to ruin our lives?”Ethan stopped pacing and turned to face her.“Think, Lisa. Who benefits the most if our wedding doesn’t happen? Someone who stands to lose something if we’re married.”Lisa hesitated, her mind racing. “The inheritance,” she whispered.“It has to be about that clause in your family trust. If you don’t marry by the deadline, the estate could—”“—default to someone else,” Ethan finished grimly.He rubbed his temp
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 72
Ethan’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as Nikolai casually dropped the bombshell that would shatter everything he thought he knew about his family.“Cut the crap,” Ethan growled, his patience running thin.“You’re wasting my time, and I don’t have any brother. You better get out before I have you thrown out.”Nikolai’s smirk only deepened, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes.But before he could respond, Ethan noticed the subtle change in Lisa’s posture.She had gone stiff, her eyes wide with fear, her body frozen in place.Her face paled, and for a moment, Ethan's focus shifted.His gaze flickered between Lisa and Nikolai, confusion mounting in his mind.Then, with an almost mocking gesture, Nikolai turned toward Lisa, his tone dripping with sardonic amusement.“Oh, come on, bro!" he said, his smirk widening."You should thank me for sparing your bride’s life. I only wanted to postpone the wedding, after all.”Ethan’s blood ran cold as his heart skipped a beat.He
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 73
The mansion felt eerily quiet after Nikolai's departure, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a storm cloud.Ethan stood still for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, but everything felt fragmented.His entire life had been built on the assumption that he was the sole heir to the Elliot fortune—his father’s only legitimate son.Now, this stranger had come into their lives, claiming the same birthright.Lisa stood beside him, her hand gently resting on his arm, her face a mask of concern.“Ethan,” she began softly, “we need to get to the bottom of this.We can’t just let him walk in here, make these claims, and leave without proof.”Ethan exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the door Nikolai had just walked through.“I don’t know what to think anymore, Lisa. Everything’s turned upside down. I thought I knew my family inside and out, but now... now there’s this.” His voice trailed off as frustration overtook him.Lisa nodded in agreement, her mind already turning.“We have
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 74
Ethan was glued to the television, his stomach churning as he watched Nikolai speak with such authority.The reporters were on edge, cameras flashing, as Nikolai continued.“For years, my father, Mr. Elliot, and his company have flourished while I lived in neglect,” he said, his tone laced with mock sincerity.“He abandoned my mother and me, throwing us aside to protect his reputation. The family name, the fortune, all of it meant more to him than me or my mother. But I’ve spent my life working to survive. And now, I demand my rightful place in this family.”Ethan clenched his fists as Nikolai painted himself as a victim of neglect.It was as if he had rehearsed every word to evoke sympathy from the public.Nikolai knew exactly how to manipulate the narrative, and now the media was eating it up.The cameras zoomed in on the audience, capturing their shocked faces as they absorbed the revelation.“My mother may not have had the fortune she deserved, but I’ve worked for everything I hav
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 75
Ethan leaned back in his chair, staring at the stack of old family records spread out before him.Lisa was on the phone, speaking to one of the long-time servants from the Elliot family estate, trying to gather any information about Nikolai’s claims.She glanced over at Ethan, her face tense as she hung up.“No one remembers him,” she said, setting the phone down with a sigh.“Not a single person has heard of a Nikolai Elliot.”Ethan rubbed his temples, trying to process the absurdity of it all.“How can this be? He’s saying Mr. Elliot abandoned him, and yet no one knows anything about him?” His voice was a mixture of frustration and disbelief.“He must be lying.”Lisa nodded but still seemed uncertain.“I don’t know, Ethan. I feel like something’s missing. It just doesn’t add up.”Ethan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.“What do you think we should do next?”Lisa hesitated for a moment before speaking.“We need to dig deeper. We can’t rely on the family records alone.
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 76
The boardroom was tense.Ethan stood at the head of the table, his usual confident demeanor wavering slightly.His father’s comatose state had left the company teetering on the edge of uncertainty.The board members exchanged uncertain glances, murmurs filling the room.“I believe it’s time we make a decision,” a member, Mr. Carrington, said.“We can’t afford to keep waiting. The company’s future is at risk.”“I agree,” added Mrs. Foster, her voice tight.“But, there’s a matter of the heir that hasn’t been settled. Until we know for certain that Mr. Nikolai is the rightful successor, we can’t transfer control to Ethan.”Ethan clenched his fists, his frustration bubbling to the surface.“I am the rightful heir!” he snapped, his voice rising.“My father tested me. He made me struggle like a common man, but I’ve earned this position. I’ve proven myself.”“Then prove it with evidence,” Mr. Carrington countered.“You’re asking us to make a decision based solely on your word. We need verifi
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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
