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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
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
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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.”---
