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THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 90
The gala had been a long and draining affair, but it had ended on a high note.The crowd of journalists had finally dispersed, and the tension that had built up throughout the night had dissipated.The hosts had offered their congratulations, and even some old family friends of Lisa’s father, Mr. Waltz, had approached them to praise their courage."I’m really proud of you both," one of Mr. Waltz's old friends, a distinguished woman in her mid-sixties, said as she clinked her glass with theirs."It’s not easy standing up to someone like Nikolai, especially after all the lies he’s been spreading. But you did it with grace and conviction. Well done."Lisa smiled, the warmth of the compliment making her heart swell."Thank you, Margaret. It was a long time coming, but we had to do what was right. Nikolai’s lies were starting to affect more than just us."Another guest, a man in his late fifties, nodded vigorously."Exactly! It’s hard to find people with integrity these days. And you two s
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 91
Ethan hurriedly left the party, his head still buzzing with the laughter and light conversations he had just left behind.The praise he’d received from family friends and journalists had barely lifted his spirits.There was something gnawing at the back of his mind, something much more pressing.He needed answers—and tonight, not even a moment of peace was allowed.He jumped into the car, dialing the number of the private investigator without a second thought."Yeah?" came the investigator’s voice, rough and clipped, as if he'd been waiting for this call.Ethan gritted his teeth."You better have a good reason for dragging me away from my wife, and this better be worth it. What’s going on?"The investigator didn’t waste any time."I’ve got the results, Ethan. You were right to be suspicious of Nikolai. I’ve gone over his records, and there are some shocking discrepancies. The birth records? They don’t match up. The name, the dates—they don’t make sense."Ethan raised an eyebrow."What
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 92
The doctor seemed uneasy."That’s just it. We believe he was injected with a substance—something that triggered an immediate immune response. It’s almost as if someone knew exactly what to do to cause this reaction."Ethan’s blood ran cold."Injected? Who would do that?""We’re looking into it, but it’s possible someone close to him had access. It was done shortly after his surgery, which means someone knew exactly when to act."Ethan stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor."I need to see the hospital CCTV footage. Now."The doctor blinked, clearly startled by the sudden demand, but nodded."Of course. I’ll get it for you."Ethan’s mind was spinning. He had known something wasn’t right about his father’s condition, but hearing this confirmation only deepened the suspicion that had been lurking in the back of his mind.Moments later, the doctor returned with the footage.Ethan sat down in front of the screen, his eyes narrowed as he watched the footage from the ICU hallwa
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 93
Two days later, Ethan’s phone buzzed with the news he had been waiting for: they had caught Nurse Howard trying to flee from a train station.Apparently, she thought she could just slip away without anyone noticing.The police had her cornered, and she had no choice but to confess.Ethan didn’t waste a moment. He stormed into the interrogation room like a lion ready to devour a mouse.The nurse, pale and shaking, was sitting in the corner, her hands cuffed to the chair.Her eyes darted around, clearly regretting every decision she had ever made in her pathetic life."You’re going to talk, sweetheart," Ethan said, his voice icy."And you’re going to tell me everything. Now."The nurse flinched, but it didn’t stop her from trying to squirm her way out of the situation."I don’t know anything! You’ve got it all wrong!"Ethan slammed his fist on the table, causing the poor woman to jump."Don’t play games with me. You injected my father with some kind of drug, which put him in a coma. And
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 94
Ethan gave a satisfied nod."Good. Now, let’s talk about Irina Romanov and her master plan. Because if I find out you’re holding back on me, I will make your life a living hell. Got it?""Yes! Yes!" she repeated, now fully under his control.Meanwhile, back at the hospital, things were finally looking up for Mr. Elliot.The doctors had discovered the drug that had caused his coma and immediately began a new treatment.Ethan had barely been out of the interrogation room when he received a call from the hospital.His heart skipped a beat. Was his father finally waking up?He didn’t waste a second and rushed straight back to the hospital, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.This could be the moment everything changed.As soon as he entered his father’s room, he was greeted by the sight of the doctors huddled around Mr. Elliot’s bed.The older man’s eyes fluttered open, and for the first time in days, Ethan saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze."Dad?" Ethan whispered, his voice
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 95
Ethan had spent the past few days caught up in a whirlwind of chaos—Irina Romanov, the nurse, his father’s condition, and everything in between.But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared him for the day he was blindsided by the very people he thought he could trust.The evening had started out normal enough.Ethan was on his way back to his office, his mind running through all the new pieces of information he had gathered. Nikolai's parentage.Irina's twisted revenge.The mysterious connections that kept reappearing, each more tangled than the last.As he stepped into his car, the sharp sting of cold metal against his neck made him freeze in place.It wasn't a gun—worse.The feeling of being paralyzed, trapped in place by some invisible force, sent a cold shiver down his spine."Ethan Reed," a voice drawled, way too smug for someone holding a knife to his throat."You really should stop trusting people. It’s going to cost you."Ethan’s eyes darted around the dark parking garage, but h
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 96
Irina stood up, pacing slowly in front of him, her heels clicking ominously against the concrete floor."Oh, Ethan. You think you’re so clever, but you’ve missed the point entirely. This was never just about you. This is about your family."Ethan’s heart skipped a beat."What do you mean, my family? What the hell is this really about?"Irina’s eyes glinted with malice."Let’s just say there’s someone in your family who’s been... helping me. Someone who shares my interest in watching you suffer."Ethan’s blood ran cold, his gut twisting with the realization that this wasn’t just a personal vendetta. It was something far worse."No," he whispered, barely able to speak."Who... who the hell are you talking about?"Irina’s lips curled into a sinister smile."Oh, Ethan. Don’t you see? The person who’s been helping me isn’t some outsider. No, no. It’s someone inside your own family. Someone who’s been pulling the strings all along."The room seemed to close in on him, his chest tightening w
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 97
The night air was thick with tension as Ethan sped through the streets, his hands gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles.His mind was racing, the words from Irina Romanov echoing in his head.this whole time, he had been working against him?The rage coursing through his veins was so intense, Ethan could almost feel his heart beating in his throat. He needed answers, and he needed them now.The Elliot estate loomed in the distance as he pulled into the driveway, tires screeching as he slammed on the brakes.He didn’t bother with formality or trying to appear composed.Tonight, there would be no pretending. No politeness. Just the truth—and whatever consequences came with it.Inside, the family was gathered around the dining table, talking in hushed tones, their faces lit by the soft glow of the chandelier.Ethan stormed through the front door, ignoring the startled looks from the servants and the family members who turned to see him.His uncle, Thomas Elliot, sat at the head
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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
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
