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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
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 101
Ethan stood in the grand hall of the Elliot estate, his voice clear and resolute as he addressed the gathered family.“I’ve decided to postpone the formal announcement of the heir indefinitely. Lisa’s safety and recovery come first, and I refuse to let her or anyone else become a target in this twisted game.”Gasps rippled through the room.Ethan’s statement landed like a bomb, sending shockwaves through the family.The murmurs of discontent and shock were impossible to ignore. Jonathan, of course, was the loudest.“Postponing the heir? Are you insane?” Jonathan’s laugh was sharp and grating, like nails on a chalkboard.“This family has waited long enough! Or is this just another excuse to keep the crown for yourself?”Ethan’s icy gaze pinned him down.“This is about protecting the family, not stroking your ego, Jonathan. But I understand why you’d be confused—you’ve always been better at whining than thinking.”The room tittered with nervous laughter, but Jonathan puffed up like a ro
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 102
The grand ballroom was a glittering spectacle of wealth and pretense.Crystal chandeliers sparkled above the crowd, casting fractured light on the marble floors. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but Ethan wasn’t here for the festivities.He stood at the edge of the room, his eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk surveying its prey.Tonight, he wasn’t just a guest at the charity ball—he was a man on a mission.Uncle Thomas was in his element, holding court near the center of the room.His booming laughter echoed as he entertained a group of well-dressed sycophants.Ethan clenched his jaw.He could feel the condescension radiating from his uncle even from across the room.Thomas noticed Ethan and smirked, raising his glass as if in mock salute.“Well, if it isn’t the prodigal son!” he called out, loud enough for the entire room to hear.Ethan stiffened but walked toward him, determined not to let Thomas rattle him.“Ethan!” Thomas exclaimed, spreading his arms wide.“You’ve graced us
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 103
After the party, Eliiot went to his office to check the documents of company loss he was talking.The dim light of the Elliot estate’s private office barely illuminated the stacks of papers and ledgers scattered across the polished mahogany desk.Ethan pushed open the heavy door quietly, his instincts guiding him.Something about the muffled sounds from the room had caught his attention.As the door swung wider, Ethan froze.His cousin, Jonathan, was hunched over the desk, rifling through the family’s most sensitive documents.The moment Jonathan saw Ethan, his face turned as pale as the moonlight streaming through the window.“Jonathan,” Ethan said, his voice icy and controlled.“Care to explain what you’re doing here?”Jonathan stammered, dropping the papers as if they’d burned him.“E-Ethan! I didn’t expect you... I mean... I was just…”Ethan stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.“Just what? Tampering with family documents in the dead of night? That doesn’t exactly s
THE BEGGER BOY IS RICH HEIR CHAPTER 104
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.“Who put you up to this?”“No one,” Jonathan mumbled, avoiding Ethan’s gaze.“Don’t lie to me,” Ethan warned.“You’re not smart enough to pull this off alone. Who are you working with?”Jonathan’s head shot up, his eyes blazing with renewed anger.“Why does it always have to be someone else? Why can’t you believe that I might be capable of doing something on my own?”Ethan smirked coldly.“Oh, I believe it. You’re capable of being a screw-up all by yourself. But this? This has someone else’s fingerprints all over it. So, I’ll ask you again—who are you working with?”Jonathan’s composure shattered, and he yelled, “I was trying to save myself, okay? Do you know what it’s like to be constantly pushed aside? To be treated like a second-class citizen in your own family?”Ethan’s voice softened, but his words cut deep.“You’re not a second-class citizen, Jonathan. You’re a grown man making childish decisions. This isn’t about saving yourself—it’s about sabotaging me.
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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.
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
