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The Slumdog Billionaire 128. A new deal
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 chest
The Slumdog Billionaire 129. The Trap
Henry stood there, the hum of the engines a constant reminder that they were airborne, untethered from the world below. The gold bar caught his gaze again, its shine unrelenting under the dim lights. It wasn’t just wealth sitting there—it was a problem, one that carried the weight of Léa’s warning.He poured another drink, the clink of ice breaking the stillness. The whiskey swirled, amber and hypnotic, before he downed it in one gulp. The burn seared his throat, but it was a welcome distraction.The door opened again. This time, Simon’s frame filled the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room with precision.“Trouble?” Simon asked, his voice low, measured.Henry didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned the glass in his hand, the grooves pressing into his palm. Finally, he spoke.“Just questions without answers.”Simon stepped in, closing the door behind him. “Questions, or regrets?”Henry’s jaw tightened. “What do you know about regrets?”Simon smirked, leaning against the wal
The Slumdog Billionaire 130. The poor son Inlaw
Knight gently lifted Jasmine into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he left the chaotic scene behind them. She clung to him, her body weak and trembling, but she felt safe in his arms. His strong, muscular build made her feel like nothing could harm her as long as he was near. Her head rested against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for a moment, the storm swirling around her seemed to fade into the background.As they reached their room, he pushed the door open with his foot and carried her inside, setting her down gently on the bed. Jasmine watched silently as he walked toward the bathroom, turning on the shower. The sound of running water filled the room, and Knight came back, kneeling in front of her."Let me take care of you," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. He began unbuttoning her dress with careful hands, his touch gentle and respectful. Jasmine didn’t say a word, simply watching him, overwhelmed by how kind and considera
The Slumdog Billionaire 131. Plane Crash
The plane shuddered again, a deafening explosion rocking the cabin. Henry tightened his grip on the edge of the doorframe, his voice cutting through the chaos.“Simon, status!” he barked.Simon’s voice crackled over the intercom, strained but clear. “We’re losing altitude! They’ve taken out one of the engines. We’ve got minutes, maybe less.”Henry turned to Léa, his gaze fierce. “You still think this is suicide?”Léa loaded her gun with a sharp click, her expression hardening. “If it is, I’m taking a few of them with me.”“Good,” Henry said. “Because there’s no turning back now.”The sound of bullets ripping through the plane’s exterior filled the cabin, the metallic screeches clawing at their ears. Henry kicked open the side hatch, the icy wind howling as it rushed in, whipping against their faces and stinging their skin.“Stay low!” he shouted over the roaring wind. “We need to hold them off until Simon gets us closer to the ground.”Léa pressed her back against the wall, her finger
The Slumdog Billionaire 133. Billionaire’s Side Job
The boardroom buzzed with tension, a low hum of murmurs rippling through the crowd of executives seated at the sleek glass table. At the head of it all, Henry leaned back in his chair, his sharp, tailored suit immaculate despite the war brewing in the room. He exuded a quiet, dangerous confidence, his gaze cutting across the room like a blade.“Mr. Knight,” began Richard, one of the senior board members. His tone was a calculated mix of arrogance and politeness. “This… proposal of yours—buying out LuxCorp at a premium—feels reckless. Their stock is plummeting. They’re dead weight.”Henry smirked, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the table. The sound was subtle yet commanding, silencing the murmurs.“You think LuxCorp is dead weight, Richard?” he asked, his voice cool and deliberate. “That’s because you lack vision. It’s not their present value that matters. It’s what they can become.”A snide laugh came from another corner of the table. Victoria, the CFO, leaned forward, her manic
The Slumdog Billionaire 124. The Gamble
Henry stood by the towering windows of his penthouse office, the city sprawled below like a glittering jewel. The faint hum of the espresso machine on the side table mingled with the faint tick of the clock. His phone vibrated on the desk behind him, but he ignored it. Tonight was too important for distractions. He had spent years building this empire, clawing his way up from the trenches, and now, every decision he made had the power to reshape industries.“Mr. Knight,” Callie’s voice interrupted his thoughts as she entered the office briskly. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, her expression sharp. “The deal is on the line. You need to be at the gala. They won’t wait forever.”Henry turned, his gaze cool but unwavering. “Let them sweat. They need this partnership more than I do.”Callie arched an eyebrow. “You’re confident as ever. But LuxCorp isn’t out of the woods yet. If this merger falls through—”“It won’t,” Henry interrupted, his voice calm but with a dangerous edge
The Slumdog Billionaire 124. The Nasty Receptionist
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Four Jasmine burst into the living room, her face glowing with excitement. “Henry! You won’t believe it!” she exclaimed, holding her tablet tightly. Her voice was high-pitched with joy, and her steps were quick and bouncy as she moved closer to him. Henry looked up from the newspaper he was pretending to read, setting it down on the coffee table. “What’s got you so excited?” he asked, already smiling because her enthusiasm was contagious. “I have a meeting with the HEXAGON CONSORTIUM!” she practically screamed, flinging her arms into the air. Henry blinked. “The trillion-dollar HEXAGON CONSORTIUM? The one everyone talks about on the news?” “Yes, that one!” Jasmine nodded eagerly. “They’re considering partnering with me on my project, and I need to make the best impression.” She paused, catching her breath. “But Henry, I don’t want to be distracted on the way. Can you drive me there? Please?” He hesitated for only a fraction of a second. He had
The Slumdog Billionaire 125. The Office P**n Star
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Five Anastasia’s eyes wandered over the man standing with his back to her. There was something about his presence—strong, commanding. His broad shoulders seemed carved from stone, his hair neat and thick, radiating a kind of effortless authority. His aura was magnetic, almost intimidating, even though his outfit was plain and unremarkable. “Could it be him?” she whispered under her breath. Her heart raced at the thought. “The president of the HEXAGON CONSORTIUM?” She had heard the rumors—he was young, elusive, and incredibly powerful. Few people had ever seen him up close. Anastasia’s lips curled into a sly smile as her mind raced. This was her chance, her opportunity. If it was him, she wasn’t going to let it slip through her fingers. “I have to try my luck,” she muttered, adjusting her blouse and letting her neckline plunge just enough to reveal the fullness of her chest. Her breasts looked round and inviting, almost spilling out, perfectly set
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236. The Grand Finale
The night was a violent symphony of fire and chaos as flames roared through the mansion, their hungry tendrils consuming every inch of the legacy that had stolen Ethan’s life. Sparks exploded into the night sky, illuminating his face as he stood at the edge of destruction. The heat from the inferno scorched his skin, but he didn’t move. Not yet. He had waited for this moment his entire life. The people who had erased his existence, destroyed his family, and hunted him in the shadows thought they were untouchable.They were wrong.Behind him, his men stood at attention, the tension in the air thick as smoke. Jake limped over, his face streaked with blood and soot, shotgun still in hand. His eyes scanned the burning wreckage.“Is it over?” he asked, his voice hoarse.Ethan didn’t answer right away. His mind was still racing. He knew William Knights, the man who had orchestrated so much of his suffering, had escaped through that secret elevator. As long as that man was out there, this wa
235. The War Of Vengeance
The night was dark, the city skyline glowing in the distance as Ethan sat in the back of his armored SUV, staring out at the mansion ahead. This was it. The place where the people who had stolen his past, erased his existence, and murdered his father sat comfortably, thinking they were untouchable. Not anymore. He adjusted his gloves, his suit crisp but reinforced with light armor beneath. His men sat around him, checking their weapons. Jake, his most trusted right-hand man, loaded a fresh magazine into his pistol and glanced at Ethan. “You sure about this?” Jake asked, his voice low. Ethan didn’t hesitate. “I’ve waited too long. They built their empire on my suffering. Tonight, we take it all.” Jake smirked. “Good. Because I’ve been itching to put some bullets in these bastards.” The convoy of black SUVs moved toward the mansion’s gates, headlights cutting through the darkness. The moment they reached the entrance, two guards stepped forward, rifles in hand. They barely h
The Grand Plan
Ethan stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. Just weeks ago, he had been a nobody—an orphan struggling to survive, beaten down, bleeding in the streets, laughed at, discarded. Now, he was standing in a penthouse, draped in the finest clothes money could buy, staring at the skyline of a city he was about to conquer.But he wasn’t satisfied. Not yet.The world had taken everything from him. His identity. His family. His dignity. Now, it was his turn to take everything back.Ethan didn’t just want money. He wanted power. And power came with knowledge.With Henry Knights backing him, Ethan was thrust into a world he had never imagined. Private meetings with billionaires, closed-door deals with CEOs, whispers of the elite who controlled the world from the shadows.At first, they laughed at him—just like everyone else always had. They saw him as an outsider, a street rat pretending to wear a crown.That was their first mistake.Because Ethan wasn’t just pretending. He was
233. The Orphaned Billionaire
A Name from the ShadowsEthan’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of William Knights’ words pressing down on him like an invisible force.Someone erased you. Someone wants you dead.The words echoed in his mind like a curse.He had spent years thinking he was nothing—just another poor kid scraping by, unwanted, unloved. But now? Now he wasn’t just a nobody. He was a target.Ethan clenched his fists. “If someone tried to erase me… that means they had a reason. Who the hell am I?”William chuckled, a slow, knowing sound that sent chills down Ethan’s spine. The old man turned to face them fully, his sharp blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “That, my dear boy, is the question that will change everything.”Henry stepped forward, his expression dark. “Enough games, William. If you know something, tell us.”William sighed, swirling his drink in his glass before taking a slow sip. He set it down carefully before speaking.“The Knights family is powerful. Wealth, influence, con
232. The Hidden Heir
Chapter Thirty Two: Buried Secrets and Unraveled Truths Of The Hidden HeirEthan stared at Henry, his pulse hammering in his ears. The weight of what he had just heard pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket. Blood compatibility? The Knights name? This wasn’t just a coincidence—there was something deeper, something hidden in the shadows of his past.“You’re saying…” Ethan’s voice was hoarse. “I might be… related to you?”Henry exhaled sharply, standing up and pacing near the hospital window. “I don’t know for sure. But blood matches like this? They don’t just happen randomly. Not in the way the doctor described it.”Ethan swallowed hard. His mind raced back to the fragments of memories he barely clung to. His parents—who were they really? His childhood had been a blur of hardship, of barely scraping by, of always feeling like an outsider. No real records, no family history. Was it because his past had been deliberately erased?Henry suddenly stopped pacing, his jaw clenched. “I
231. The Rich Man Hit Me With His Limousine
Ethan’s footsteps echoed faintly along the quiet street as he walked home from school, his bag slung over his shoulder and his face still bruised from the day’s bullying. His head hung low, exhaustion weighing him down, but his mind was racing with determination. He refused to let their words define him, even as the pain gnawed at his body and heart.The air was cool, the street dimly lit by flickering lampposts. In the distance, the soft rumble of an approaching car broke the stillness. Ethan didn’t pay it much attention—until the roar of the engine grew louder, the sound of tires screeching jolting him to attention.Before he could react, the blinding headlights of a sleek black car came into view, barreling down the street. Time seemed to slow as the car swerved, skidding out of control and heading straight for him.Ethan tried to jump out of the way, but it was too late.The impact was brutal, sending him sprawling onto the pavement. Pain exploded through his body as he hit the gr
230. The Bully
The classroom echoed with laughter, the cruel, mocking kind that made the walls seem to close in around Ethan. His clothes were dirty and torn from the shove he’d just received, his knees scraped raw against the hard tile floor. A group of boys stood over him, sneering down, their faces twisted with malice.“Look at you,” one of them sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “The poor little charity case. Do you even have a decent pair of shoes, or are those borrowed too?”The others laughed, the sound echoing in Ethan’s ears like nails on a chalkboard. He clenched his fists, refusing to meet their eyes. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing the anger—and shame—burning inside him.One of them, a taller boy named Lucas, leaned down, grabbing the front of Ethan’s shirt. “You think you belong here? Huh? With people like us? You’re a joke, Knights. A nobody.”Ethan gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as he tried to stay silent. But the sting of the words cut deeper than any p
229. From Begger To Boss
Ethan sat at his workbench, meticulously tightening a bolt on a worn-out carburetor. The rhythmic clinking of metal against metal was the only sound in the shop, a comforting melody that grounded him. Around him, the settlement was alive with the hum of industry—people working, laughing, and building something bigger than themselves.Jake walked in, wiping sweat from his brow. “The new shipment just came in from the border town. Got some good stuff this time—real parts, not the junk we usually get.”Ethan smiled, setting his tools down. “That’s great. We’ll start sorting through it later.”Jake plopped down onto a nearby crate. “You know, things are finally looking up. Feels... weird.”Ethan chuckled. “Weird?”“Yeah,” Jake said, shaking his head. “For so long, it felt like we were barely surviving, and now... we’ve got something real here.”Ethan nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. He could feel it—the calm before the storm. Everything was running smoothly, but he knew Eric wouldn’t s
228. New Heir
Chapter Twenty-ThreeA New BeginningEthan stood outside the workshop, watching the dust settle from Eric’s retreating vehicles. His chest heaved with relief, but his mind was already racing ahead. He knew this victory was temporary. Eric would regroup, and next time, he’d come back with something worse.Jake stepped up beside him, still clutching a metal pipe. “Think he’s gone for good?”Ethan shook his head. “No. He’s just licking his wounds. He’ll be back.”Gus, who had been watching from the shadows, grunted. “Then we need to make sure next time, he doesn’t get the chance to walk away.”Martha approached, her expression wary but proud. “You handled that well, Ethan. But this can’t be how you live—always waiting for the next fight.”Ethan exhaled slowly. “I know. That’s why I need to make this place strong. Strong enough to stand on its own.”Jake smirked, nudging him. “You got a plan for that too, boss?”Ethan’s eyes darkened with determination. “Yeah. I do.”---The next morning,
