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The Slumdog Billionaire 110. Dirty Slap
Chapter One Hundred And TenThe father’s face twisted with fury. “What nonsense!” he roared, his voice booming across the marble room, filling it with venom. Before Henry could react, a sharp slap landed on his cheek, the force of it sending him reeling back a step. Pain shot through his face, radiating from the stinging mark. He tasted blood on his lip but forced himself to stay steady, unwilling to let his fear show.“My best art collector assured me this was the original!” the father spat, his eyes blazing with anger. He turned to Léa, disgust plain on his face. “Where did you find this dumb beggar?” His voice was laced with contempt, his gaze bearing down on her.Léa flinched, a flicker of fear crossing her face. She opened her mouth, but no words came. Instead, she lowered her head, her confidence stripped away under her father’s harsh gaze. He sneered, watching her silence with satisfaction.“Kill him for wasting my time,” he ordered with cold finality, his hand dismissing Hen
The Slumdog Billionaire 111. Gold Bars
Chapter One Hundred And Eleven Lea’s dangerous and bossy father’s eyes blazed with a fury that could have scorched the room itself. Without a second thought, he raised his walking stick high and brought it down on the art collector’s shoulder with a sickening thud.“You know what you’ve nearly cost me today?” he roared, striking the man again, this time across the back. The collector stumbled, crashing onto the polished marble floor.“What will the Hexagon Consortium boss think if he realizes I gave him a fake collection?” he demanded, his voice dripping with venom. “Are you trying to ruin me? Are you… a fraud?”The art collector, now crumpled and broken on the floor, clutched at the edge of his coat, shaking his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. “Please… please, sir, I didn’t know. I swear… I thought it was real…”But Léa’s father sneered, towering over him like a merciless god. “Save your pathetic excuses. I don’t want to hear them.”He glanced at his men, his voice
The Slumdog Billionaire 112. Don’t Dare Cheat
Henry’s gaze flickered between Léa and the glinting gold bar on the table, his expression unreadable. She leaned closer, the playful smirk on her face twisting into something more calculating, more dangerous. It was a look he recognized well—a look that said she was holding all the cards and daring him to play. “Henry, don’t tell me you’re backing down,” she whispered, her voice dripping with mock disappointment. Her fingers toyed with the gold bar, tapping it rhythmically as if each tap was meant to break down his restraint, test his limits. “I thought you were different from the others. I thought you could handle a little… challenge.”He chuckled softly, not breaking eye contact. “Challenge? Or manipulation?”“Oh, I don’t manipulate,” she replied, her voice smooth as silk. “I simply… present opportunities.”“Opportunities?” He let the word hang in the air, his tone laced with skepticism. “Is that what this is to you?”Léa’s gaze was steady, unwavering. “Call it what you want, but y
The Slumdog Billionaire 113. I’m Not Afraid !
Henry’s fingers lingered on the gold bar, the cold metal sending a shiver up his arm. He wasn’t sure if it was the chill of the gold or the heat of Léa’s gaze that had his pulse racing. His jaw tightened, his breathing steadying as he leaned back into the plush seat. The hum of the jet’s engines reverberated beneath him, a steady reminder of how high the stakes had suddenly risen.“So, Henry,” Léa began, her voice smooth and teasing. She placed the gold bar down, letting it hit the table with a muted thud. “Tell me, what exactly are you afraid of?”“I’m not afraid,” he said firmly, his tone sharper than he intended.Her lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Then why the hesitation? A man like you should know when to act. Or are you second-guessing yourself?”His fists clenched at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. She was baiting him, digging into his pride, and it was working. “Léa, don’t confuse caution with weakness,” he replied, his voice low, almost a growl.“Oh, please,”
The Slumdog Billionaire 114. Billionaires Bulldog
Henry’s fingers brushed over the cold surface of the gold bar, its weight palpable even without lifting it. The cabin’s warm light contrasted sharply with the tension crackling in the air, a heat that Léa’s unwavering gaze only intensified.She smirked, leaning back against the edge of the table. “You’re hesitating, Henry. Not like you, is it? Or are you just… afraid?”“I don’t hesitate,” Henry said, his voice low and sharp. “I calculate. And what I’m calculating right now is whether this is a trap.”Léa laughed, the sound both mocking and alluring, echoing softly through the enclosed cabin. “A trap? If I wanted to trap you, Henry, you’d already be caught.”“Bold claim,” he countered, rising from his seat. The plush leather groaned as he moved, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. “But I’ve seen men smarter than you try to pull the same game. So tell me, Léa, what’s this really about?”Her eyes darkened, her smirk fading into a thin line. She stepped closer, her heels clicking ag
The Slumdog Billionaire 115. Crazy Ass Wickedness
Henry’s fingers brushed over the cold surface of the gold bar, its weight palpable even without lifting it. The cabin’s warm light contrasted sharply with the tension crackling in the air, a heat that Léa’s unwavering gaze only intensified.She smirked, leaning back against the edge of the table. “You’re hesitating, Henry. Not like you, is it? Or are you just… afraid?”“I don’t hesitate,” Henry said, his voice low and sharp. “I calculate. And what I’m calculating right now is whether this is a trap.”Léa laughed, the sound both mocking and alluring, echoing softly through the enclosed cabin. “A trap? If I wanted to trap you, Henry, you’d already be caught.”“Bold claim,” he countered, rising from his seat. The plush leather groaned as he moved, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. “But I’ve seen men smarter than you try to pull the same game. So tell me, Léa, what’s this really about?”Her eyes darkened, her smirk fading into a thin line. She stepped closer, her heels clicking ag
The Slumdog Billionaire 116. Face slap
Henry leaned back in the seat, staring at the untouched gold bar. Its surface gleamed under the dim cabin lights, mocking him with its quiet allure. His thoughts churned, Léa's words replaying in his mind like a haunting melody.The door opened abruptly, the rush of cool air breaking his reverie. Simon, his trusted pilot, stepped in, his boots clicking softly against the polished floor.“Everything alright, sir?” Simon asked, his sharp eyes flickering to the gold bar before settling on Henry.Henry nodded, though his jaw tightened. “Just fine. Ready to take off?”Simon hesitated, sensing the unease in his boss. “We’ll be airborne in five minutes. Just waiting for clearance.”“Good,” Henry said, his tone clipped. He dismissed Simon with a wave, his gaze shifting back to the gold. The weight of Léa’s words pressed down on him, heavier than the metal itself.The faint hum of the engines grew louder, signaling their imminent ascent. But Henry couldn’t shake the tension coiling in his ches
The Slumdog Billionaire 117. Business Mogul Deal
Henry’s glass clinked softly as he set it down. His fingers tightened around the edges of the bar, the chill of the surface grounding him. The jet’s steady hum was the only sound in the cabin, but his mind roared with unspoken words.The door burst open again, and this time, Simon stood there, his face unreadable.“We’re in the air, sir,” he announced. His tone was neutral, but his eyes scanned Henry’s face, reading every line of tension. “Anything else you need?”Henry shook his head, his lips pressed into a firm line. “No. Just keep us on course.”Simon hesitated for a moment before nodding and closing the door behind him. Alone again, Henry exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. The weight of Léa’s words pressed on him, louder now than the engines beneath his feet.But his solitude was fleeting. Léa barged back into the room like a storm, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.“You can’t just dismiss me like that,” she snapped, her voice cutting through
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189. The New Empire
The new headquarters of **Caine Global Industries** stood as a towering monument to Henry’s rise from chaos to triumph. Its glass exterior gleamed under the sun, reflecting the bustling city below—a city that had once belonged to Marcus's empire. Now, it was Henry’s world. His name was etched in bold letters at the top of the skyscraper, a permanent reminder to everyone who had ever doubted him.Inside, the grand hall buzzed with activity. Journalists, investors, and power brokers from around the world had gathered for the unveiling of Henry’s latest project—a groundbreaking initiative that would revolutionize renewable energy and cement his place not just as a powerful billionaire, but as a visionary.Jasmine, radiant and poised, stood beside him, their baby boy cradled in her arms. She was his rock, the anchor that had kept him grounded through every battle. Her eyes sparkled with pride as she watched Henry address the crowd.“Today marks the beginning of a new era,” Henry announced
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188. Son-in-law Rise To Power
The forest clearing seemed to crackle with tension as Henry faced Marcus and his armed entourage. The ring on his finger pulsed with a fierce light, casting eerie shadows that danced over the trees. Every nerve in Henry’s body was electrified, his newfound power swirling within him like a storm waiting to be unleashed. This wasn’t just about survival anymore—this was about vengeance, reclaiming control, and making Marcus pay for everything he’d done.“Stand down, Marcus,” Henry growled, his voice resonating with a depth that wasn’t entirely human. The light from the ring spread faintly up his arm, sending tendrils of energy into the air.Marcus, flanked by his soldiers, seemed unfazed. If anything, his smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think that little trinket makes you untouchable?” he mocked, gesturing to the glowing ring. “Power like that comes with strings, Henry. And you’re not the one holding them.”Henry took a step forward, his jaw clenched. “You made a m
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187. Sweeet vengeances!
The rumble of approaching helicopters shook the air, their lights cutting through the smoke-filled chaos of the battlefield. But Henry's mind was somewhere else, focused on the mysterious words Marcus had left behind and the burning heat radiating from the silver ring on his finger.**It had always been there—a family heirloom passed down through generations of the Caine line. Henry had worn it without thought, but now it felt alive, pulsing with an unnatural warmth. His grip tightened around Jasmine, who clung to him as they crouched behind the wreckage, Eva scanning the surroundings with her rifle."Henry," Jasmine whispered, her voice trembling. "Your hand... it's glowing."He looked down and saw it: faint, silvery-blue lines snaking from the ring, curling up his hand like living veins of light. The heat intensified, but it didn’t burn. Instead, it filled him with a sense of power, a kind of clarity that cut through the chaos around him."What the hell is this?" he muttered under h
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186. The Powers Of The Ring
**The air roared with the sound of the helicopter blades, bullets tearing through the wreckage as Henry crouched behind a twisted piece of metal, shielding Jasmine with his body.** Smoke filled the sky, and the acrid scent of burning fuel stung their nostrils. The ground around them erupted with explosions, dirt and debris raining down in a chaotic storm. Every second was a test of survival.Henry’s jaw was clenched tight, his eyes razor-sharp as he assessed their impossible situation. The enemy helicopter circled overhead like a predator, its spotlight searching the wreckage for signs of movement.“We can’t stay pinned down here,” Eva shouted over the deafening chaos, her voice steady but urgent. She reloaded her rifle with practiced efficiency, her fingers moving quickly despite the blood dripping from her temple.“Agreed,” Henry said, his voice low but full of command. “Jasmine, stay down and don’t move until I tell you.”Jasmine’s heart pounded as she nodded, her hand resting prot
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185. The Grand Commander
The compound's alarm blared through the night, a piercing sound that shattered the fragile silence. Jasmine bolted upright in bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Across the room, Henry was already on his feet, his instincts sharp and honed.“What’s happening?” Jasmine whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched the blanket.Henry grabbed his gun from the nightstand, his expression grim. “We’re under attack.”Before Jasmine could respond, the door burst open, and Eva stormed in, her rifle slung over her shoulder. Her face was hard, her eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing its surroundings.“They’re coming in hot,” Eva said, her voice cutting through the blaring alarm. “East wall’s been breached. Armed convoy—military grade.”Jasmine’s stomach twisted in fear. “Who is it? How did they find us?”Henry exchanged a dark look with Eva. “There’s a mole,” he muttered. “And they’ve brought an army.”Eva nodded curtly. “We have minutes, maybe seconds. We need to move.”---
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184. Thugs On The Loose
The cabin’s serene isolation was shattered by a thunderous explosion that rocked the very foundation. The force threw Jasmine from the bed, her body colliding with the hard floor as shards of glass from the window rained down around her. The sound of splintering wood and a searing heat filled the room. For a moment, her ears rang, and everything was chaos.“Jasmine!” Henry’s voice roared over the din, pulling her out of her stunned state. His strong arms wrapped around her, shielding her as another explosion rattled the cabin.The air was thick with smoke and dust, making it hard to breathe. Henry hauled Jasmine to her feet, his eyes scanning the ruined room. His protective instincts kicked in, his hands moving to her shoulders as he searched her face.“Are you hurt?” he demanded, his voice sharp with urgency.Jasmine shook her head, though her body trembled from the shock. “I’m okay,” she croaked. “The baby’s okay.”Relief flashed in Henry’s eyes, but it was short-lived. A sudden bur
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183. Thrills and Bills
Jasmine lay in Henry's arms, her skin still tingling from the intensity of their connection. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting warm shadows that danced across the walls. Henry’s hand rested on her hip, his thumb brushing lazy circles against her skin, sending small shivers coursing through her body.She shifted slightly, turning to face him. His dark eyes met hers, filled with a blend of tenderness and desire that made her heart skip a beat. She reached up, tracing her fingers along his jawline, marveling at how someone so strong, so protective, could also make her feel so cherished.“You’re quiet,” she whispered, her voice soft but teasing. “What are you thinking about?”Henry’s lips curved into a small smile as his hand slid up to rest on her waist. “You,” he replied simply. “And how impossible it feels to stop touching you.”Her cheeks flushed, and she let out a soft laugh, her fingers trailing down to his chest. “Good,” she murmured, leaning closer until their fa
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182. Billionaire’s Babe
Jasmine lay tangled in the sheets, her skin still warm from the firelight and Henry’s touch. The world outside felt far away, as if they were cocooned in their own bubble of safety and intimacy. She turned her head, her eyes tracing the strong lines of Henry’s face as he lay beside her, propped up on one elbow. His gaze was fixed on her, dark and intent, yet filled with a softness that melted her heart.“You’re staring,” she teased, her voice light but trembling with lingering emotion.“Can you blame me?” Henry murmured, his hand trailing lazily over her arm. “You’re mesmerizing.”Her cheeks flushed, and she let out a small laugh, her hand coming up to rest against his chest. “You always know exactly what to say.”“That’s because I mean every word,” he replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. His lips lingered there, warm and tender, before moving to her cheek and finally brushing against her lips.The kiss was slow at first, their breaths mingling as their lips mov
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181. Love Still Wins
Jasmine sat on the edge of the bed, her mind still spinning from the events of the day. The room was quiet, save for the crackling of the fireplace casting warm shadows across the walls. The soft glow bathed her skin, highlighting the curve of her shoulders as she slipped out of her sweater, her movements slow and deliberate. She needed a moment to breathe, to feel something other than fear.The door creaked open, and she looked up to see Henry stepping inside, his shirt untucked, the bandage on his side peeking through. His dark eyes softened when they met hers, and for the first time in hours, she saw a flicker of calm in his expression.“You should be resting,” Jasmine said, her voice soft but teasing.Henry’s lips curved into a faint smile as he closed the door behind him. “So should you,” he replied, walking toward her.She stood, the weight of the day heavy on her shoulders as he closed the distance between them. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and
