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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
The Slumdog Billionaire 126. Rejecting The President’s Daughter
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Six Anastasia was called into the HR office late in the afternoon. She walked in, her head still held high despite the morning’s humiliation. The HR manager, a calm and professional woman named Mrs. Lawson, greeted her with a polite smile.“Miss Anastasia, please have a seat,” Mrs. Lawson began, gesturing to the chair across her desk. Anastasia sat down, crossing her legs and waiting for whatever this meeting was about. “We’ve reviewed your performance and discussed your contributions to the company,” Mrs. Lawson said, her voice measured. “The management has decided to assign you a new role.” “A new role?” Anastasia raised an eyebrow. “Yes,” Mrs. Lawson confirmed, sliding a paper across the desk. “You will now be the supervisor of the engineering fieldwork team. This means you’ll be responsible for overseeing multiple on-site projects. It’s a challenging role but comes with a significant allowance increase.” Anastasia’s eyes scanned the paper.
The Slumdog Billionaire 127. Smash His Bloody Head
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Seven Jasper led Anastasia into a small coffee shop on the corner of a bustling street. The place was far from glamorous—plastic chairs, wobbly tables, and a lingering smell of burnt toast filled the air. Anastasia raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. She followed him to a table in the corner, silently lamenting her decision to come. “This is nice, right?” Jasper said, grinning as he pulled out her chair like a gentleman. Anastasia forced a smile. “It’s... cozy,” she replied, glancing around. Jasper didn’t seem to notice her sarcasm. He waved over the waitress and ordered two coffees and a small plate of pastries. “Coffee and snacks, just to start,” he said confidently. “Then we’ll have some wine. It’ll be a great evening.” Anastasia nodded, though her hopes for the evening were dwindling fast. She sipped her coffee in silence, watching Jasper fidget nervously. He talked endlessly, bragging about the imaginary wealth he didn’t have. “
The Slumdog Billionaire 128. 1 Million Dollars , Don’t Kidnap Me!
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eight Anastasia stormed out of the restaurant, her heels striking the pavement like tiny hammers. She spun around, her chest heaving with anger, and faced Jasper, who strolled after her with that infuriating smug grin on his face. “You’re completely insane, Jasper!” she shouted, jabbing a finger at him. “You smashed a bottle on that man’s head! What were you thinking?” Jasper shrugged, wiping at the dried blood near his lips with the back of his hand. “Relax, Ana. Did you see how fast he ran off? He was terrified of me. That’s what happens when you mess with a guy like me.” “Terrified? No! You assaulted him, you idiot!” she snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? He disappeared, Jasper. There was blood everywhere!” “Good. That’s what he gets for disrespecting me,” Jasper said with a wave of his hand, as though that justified his actions. “Nobody interrupts my date and walks away without learning a lesson.”
The Slumdog Billionaire 129. The Masked Trillionaire Lord
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Nine Anastasia’s screams echoed into the cold night air as the men tightened their grip on her arms and legs, dragging her toward the black Hilux. She thrashed wildly, her breath hitching in her chest. “Let me go!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Please, don’t do this!” The tallest man smirked, his masked face close to hers. “Scream all you want,” he hissed. “Nobody’s coming to save you.” She kicked at them, her heels clattering uselessly on the pavement. One of the men twisted her wrist, making her cry out in pain. Another laughed, running a hand roughly down her arm. “You’re ours now,” he sneered, yanking her closer to the truck. Just as Anastasia’s mind spiraled into despair, one of the men gripping her arm suddenly flew into the air. His body soared several feet before crashing down on the pavement with a sickening crack. Blood pooled beneath his head as he lay motionless. “What the hell?” one of the other men shouted, lett
The Slumdog Billionaire 130. The Manipulative Mother Inlaw
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Anastasia sat on the cold pavement, clutching her knees to her chest. Her entire body was trembling, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. She barely noticed when the familiar sound of tires screeched to a halt nearby. Two black SUVs pulled up, and her bodyguards poured out, guns drawn and faces grim.“Miss Anastasia!” one of them shouted, rushing to her side. “Are you alright?” She looked up at them, her vision blurry with tears. “Where were you?” she asked, her voice hoarse and broken. “We were delayed by traffic,” another bodyguard said, his tone apologetic. “We came as fast as we could.” Before she could respond, the distant sound of sirens grew louder. A police car arrived, its lights flashing red and blue, illuminating the bloodstained pavement and the scattered bodies of her attackers. “Get her to the hospital immediately,” the lead officer barked, taking in the scene. “We’ll secure the area.” One of her bodyguards lifted
The Slumdog Billionaire 131. Pervert Business Tycoon
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One Henry walked into his home, his body weary from the night's chaos but his face composed as if nothing unusual had happened. The memory of saving Anastasia was still fresh in his mind, yet he decided to keep it to himself. His wife, Jasmine, was curled up on the couch, flipping through a stack of documents with a tired expression on her face. He could see the tension in her shoulders and the faint lines of exhaustion on her forehead.“Why do you look so tired, love?” he asked softly, coming to sit beside her. His warm hands immediately found her shoulders, gently kneading the knots he knew were there.She sighed heavily, leaning back into his touch. “I have another meeting tomorrow,” she began. “This time with the CEO of an electronics company. They’re supposed to handle the electrical appliances, décor, and chandeliers for my project.”Henry raised an eyebrow. “Do you really have to go? You look like you could use a break. I could attend the meeting
The Slumdog Billionaire 132. The Drugged Wine
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Two Jasmine stood in her kitchen, her phone pressed to her ear as she listened to Gregson’s urgent tone. “You forgot to sign an important section of the contract,” he said, feigning concern. “If we don’t fix this tonight, the supply won’t proceed. It’s critical, Mrs. Jasmine.” Jasmine sighed heavily, running a hand through her neatly styled hair. “Alright, I’ll come back and handle it. But this better not take long.” “It won’t,” Gregson assured her. “Just a small signature. In and out.” Without telling Henry, Jasmine grabbed her keys and purse, convinced it was a quick task. “It’s just a signature,” she muttered to herself, “no need to worry him over something so minor.” ***When Jasmine arrived at Gregson’s office, it was dimly lit, the usual bustle of the daytime staff replaced by an eerie quiet. Gregson greeted her at the door, his smile overly warm and lingering. “Mrs. Jasmine, thank you for coming so late,” he said, his eyes sweeping ov
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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,
