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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
The Slumdog Billionaire 133. The Gold Digger
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty ThreeThe door to Gregson’s office burst open with a deafening bang, making both Gregson and Jasmine freeze in place. Standing in the doorway was a large, furious woman with an angry flush on her round face. She was dressed in an extravagant but gaudy outfit, her chest heaving with rage. Her eyes darted between Jasmine, who was weakly slumped on the floor, and Gregson, who had jumped to his feet.“How dare you, Gregson!” the woman screamed, pointing a trembling finger at him. “How dare you cheat on me with this girl? Do you think I wouldn’t find out?” Gregson’s smirk vanished, and he took a cautious step back. “Darling, it’s not what it looks like,” he stammered, lifting his hands defensively. Jasmine blinked up at the woman, her vision still blurry from the drug. Despite her weakness, relief flooded her chest. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “Thank you for coming. Please, help me—” But the woman’s furious gaze snapped to Jasmine, h
The Slumdog Billionaire 134. The Chopper !
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-FourHenry sat in his study, his eyes glued to his tablet as he scrolled through the family security footage. Something wasn’t sitting right with him. Jasmine had returned home earlier but had left again shortly afterward, without saying a word. His chest tightened as he watched the clip of her walking out the front door, her posture hurried and tense.He slammed the tablet onto the desk, running a hand through his hair. A terrible feeling gnawed at him, an unshakable sense that she was in danger. Grabbing his phone, he quickly dialed Mr. Anderson, his most trusted ally.“Anderson,” Henry said, his voice sharp and urgent. “I need you here immediately. Bring the chopper.”There was no hesitation on the other end. “On my way, sir.”Minutes later, the sound of rotor blades cutting through the air filled the night sky. Henry stepped onto the helipad atop their estate, his expression grim. The sleek black chopper hovered as it descended, its bulletproof desi
The Slumdog Billionaire 135. The Big Reveal
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-FiveGregson, despite the blood on his face and his trembling limbs, stood tall and began to chuckle, his voice laced with false confidence. “Do you even know who you’re messing with?” he said, brushing his disheveled suit as if that would restore his dignity. “I don’t think you understand my family connections.”Henry stood silently, his cold gaze fixed on Gregson, but Gregson wasn’t done talking. He pointed a finger at Henry, his voice rising. “I work under the Hexagon Consortium, the most powerful organization on this planet. And guess what? The Commander General Lord of the Hexagon Consortium is *my boss’s boss*! You think you can just walk in here and humiliate me?” Jasmine’s face drained of color as she gripped Henry’s arm, her voice trembling. “Henry, let’s just leave. He’s dangerous—don’t escalate this.”Henry turned to one of his bodyguards. “Take her to the chopper,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Calm her down and make sure she’s safe.”
The Slumdog Billionaire 136. The Most Feared Mysterious Billionaire
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-SixHenry sat by Jasmine’s side on their bed later that evening, his fingers gently brushing through her hair. She looked calm, but her eyes carried a faint flicker of confusion. She stared at the ceiling, her brows furrowed as though she were trying to piece together something just out of reach.“Henry,” she said softly, turning her head to look at him. “Something feels... strange. I feel like something important happened, but I can’t remember.”Henry gave her a warm smile, his hand moving to cradle her cheek. “You’ve been working too hard, my love. You just need to rest. Everything’s fine now.”She blinked at him, her lips parting slightly. “But I... I feel like—” “Shh,” Henry interrupted, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. His magical ring glowed faintly on his finger as his aura surrounded them. His power seeped into the room, calming Jasmine’s restless mind. Slowly, the crease in her forehead smoothed, and she relaxed back against the pillow
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193. His Rise To Power
The rain had softened to a gentle drizzle, the rhythmic tapping against the windows a soothing melody in the dimly lit bedroom. Outside, the city slept under a soft haze, the glow of streetlights blending into the mist. But in the sanctuary of their room, the world felt quiet, peaceful—like it belonged only to them.Henry held Jasmine close, their bodies entwined beneath the silk sheets, the lingering warmth of their closeness still humming between them. His arm rested protectively around her waist, his thumb tracing lazy circles along her bare skin, savoring every heartbeat, every breath they shared. Her head lay tucked under his chin, her soft hair brushing against his chest as she nuzzled closer, as though seeking his warmth even in her sleep.But Henry was awake. Completely. Fully.Not from tension this time. Not from the ghosts that used to haunt his every silent moment. This time, it was something different—peace.He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb her, and pressed a ge
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192. Shadows Of A Poor Son In Law
The penthouse was quiet, the city lights casting soft patterns across the floor-to-ceiling windows as the world outside slowed to a whisper. Rain gently tapped against the glass, a soft rhythm like a heartbeat echoing through the room. The city below seemed far away, insignificant compared to the warmth and closeness shared in this space.Henry sat in the oversized leather chair, his tie loosened, his gaze distant as he stared out at the skyline he had conquered. But despite his victories, the weight of the battles lingered—faint but present in his mind. Jasmine entered quietly, her bare feet barely making a sound against the cool marble floor. She wore a satin robe, the fabric clinging to her curves, flowing gently as she moved closer. Her presence alone was enough to soothe the storm inside him. She always had that effect—like an anchor grounding him when the weight of his empire threatened to consume him.“Henry,” she whispered, resting her hand gently on his shoulder, her fingers
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191. Building A Legacy From Scratch
The city lay still beneath the vast night sky, the glow from Knights Tower illuminating the skyline like a beacon. From the penthouse, Henry stood on the expansive balcony, the cool breeze brushing against his face as he gazed out over his empire. The night was calm, but deep down, he knew calm was often the prelude to storms.Inside, Jasmine watched him through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Their son slept peacefully in his crib, the soft rise and fall of his tiny chest a reminder of why they had fought so hard. She could see the tension lingering in Henry’s posture, the battle never quite leaving his soul.She stepped outside, the silk fabric of her nightgown fluttering in the wind as she approached him. Her delicate hand brushed his shoulder, grounding him.“Henry,” she whispered. “You can rest now. It’s over.”Henry exhaled, his hand wrapping around hers as he stared out at the glittering city. “It feels too quiet, Jasmine. Almost like…” He trailed off, unable to voice the thought g
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190. The Knight Towers
The sun hung low over the city, casting golden streaks across the glass towers that filled the skyline. At the heart of it all stood Knights Tower, a symbol of power, resilience, and redemption. It wasn’t just a skyscraper; it was a fortress built on the ashes of betrayal and destruction.And at the top, Henry Knights stood tall, his piercing gaze scanning the city that once doubted him. His name was no longer whispered with mockery—it echoed with respect, power, and undeniable victory.He adjusted his cufflinks, the platinum ring on his finger catching the light, its once-blazing glow now a steady pulse. It felt different—at peace. Not dormant, but calm, like a lion that had proven its strength and no longer needed to roar.Beside him, Jasmine stood radiant in a flowing emerald gown, their young son sleeping peacefully in her arms. She was the heart of his empire, his anchor when storms threatened to consume him. Henry glanced down at their son, brushing a protective hand over his so
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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.”---
