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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
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 98
Ethan’s heart skipped a beat.The words stung more than they should have, and he could feel his temper flaring."You want to talk about being fit to lead? How about the fact that you’ve been working behind my back, trying to destroy everything I’ve built?"Thomas chuckled again, his gaze turning cold."Ethan, you’re a joke. You think you're some sort of hero, some grand protector of the family, but in reality, you’re nothing more than a scared little boy who can’t see the truth. You’re so wrapped up in your own paranoia that you’ve missed the obvious."The family members in the room exchanged uneasy glances.It was clear they were all taken aback by the confrontation, but no one spoke.No one stepped in to stop Thomas.It was as if they were watching a show, one they were eager to see play out."You’re right about one thing," Thomas continued, his voice dripping with disdain."You’re not fit to lead. Not now. Not ever."Ethan felt a surge of anger rise in his chest, but he refused to
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 99
The Elliot estate was eerily quiet when Lisa found the note on her vanity.Its edges were rough, as if torn hastily, and the handwriting was jagged and angry.Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words:“Stay out of this, Lisa. You’re meddling in things you don’t understand. Next time, it won’t just be a warning. —J.E.”J.E.? There was only one person with those initials—Jonathan Elliot, Ethan’s conniving and perpetually envious cousin.The man was like a peacock with a broken tail, strutting about despite his obvious inadequacies, always trying to one-up Ethan and failing miserably.Lisa’s hands tightened around the letter, fury bubbling to the surface.She wasn’t going to let some spineless snake threaten her.With the note still clutched in her hand, Lisa stormed into the grand dining hall where the family had gathered.Her fiery entrance made everyone look up from their conversations.Jonathan, sitting smugly at the far end of the table, froze when he saw her."Jonathan Ellio
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"Baseless?" Lisa interrupted, her voice rising.She jabbed a finger at him."You’re as transparent as a jellyfish, Jonathan! You’ve hated Ethan for years, and now you’re trying to drag me into your petty vendetta because you know you can’t take him down alone."Jonathan’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his pale complexion now a blotchy mix of red and white.He looked to the rest of the family for support, but most of them avoided his gaze, clearly uncomfortable."Why don’t you just admit it?" Lisa continued relentlessly."Admit that you’re the coward hiding in the shadows, sending pathetic little notes because you’re too scared to face Ethan head-on."Jonathan slammed his fist on the table."I’m not scared of Ethan! And I didn’t write that note!" His voice cracked again, betraying the panic he was trying so hard to conceal.Lisa leaned in, her voice low and menacing."Your voice says no, but your face says yes. You’re sweating like a pig in a sauna, Jonathan. Maybe
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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
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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
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.
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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
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
