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The Slumdog Billionaire 141. Son-Inlaw is VIP
Chapter One Hundred and Forty OneThe governor’s voice, sharp and authoritative, silenced the murmurs of the room. He stepped closer to Jasper, his piercing gaze freezing him in place.“Jasper,” he began, his voice low and cold, “you’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one evening. You dared to interfere in my affairs, insult my guest, and attempt to dictate how I run this event. You’re no more than a pompous fool blinded by your own arrogance.”“Governor, I swear—” Jasper stammered, his voice trembling.The governor raised a hand, silencing him instantly. “Enough. Men like you need to learn respect the hard way.”He turned to the head of security. “Take him to the pit bulls,” he ordered. “Feed him to the dogs. Let this serve as a reminder to everyone in this room: never look down on someone just because they wear cheap clothes or appear ordinary. Every person deserves respect.”Jasper’s face turned pale. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his knees wobbled as the guards stepped forwar
The Slumdog Billionaire 142. The Evil Mother-In Law
Chapter One Hundred and Forty TwoThe governor paced in his private study after the event. His aide stood nearby, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.“Are you sure about the latest reports?” the governor asked, his voice low but tense.“Yes, sir,” the aide replied. “Your stock portfolio dipped significantly just after the commotion. It’s unclear if it’s related to Mr. Henry, but… the timing is suspicious.”The governor frowned, tapping his desk thoughtfully. His mind raced with the possibilities. Whether Henry was directly involved or had connections to someone powerful, he couldn’t afford to take any risks.“Prepare a generous gift,” he ordered. “Bars of gold, diplomatic passports, and exclusive invitations to every VIP event for the next year. Ensure it’s enough to show respect and goodwill.”“Yes, sir,” the aide replied, bowing slightly before hurrying off.By the next afternoon, a convoy of sleek black SUVs pulled up to Henry’s modest home. The guards stepped
The Slumdog Billionaire 143. Auction To Help The Needy
Chapter One Hundred and Forty ThreeHenry leaned against the kitchen counter, ignoring Gloria’s smug demeanor. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he noticed a message from the governor’s office. It was an invitation to a prestigious continent-level auction.He read through the message carefully. The auction would feature rare artifacts and priceless art pieces. The highlight, however, wasn’t the grandeur—it was the purpose of the proceeds. The funds would be divided into three: one-third for homeless children, another for individuals with disabilities, and the final portion for those battling cancer and incurable diseases.Henry’s heart softened. The cause resonated deeply with him, stirring something he hadn’t felt in a while. Still, he hesitated. He’d had enough drama for one lifetime, especially after what happened at the governor’s mansion.“Are you going somewhere?” Gloria’s voice interrupted his thoughts. She leaned against the doorway, her sharp eyes trying to deci
The Slumdog Billionaire 144. The Most Expensive Diamond
Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four The auction hall was a spectacle of wealth and opulence. Glittering chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow on the impeccably dressed attendees. The air was thick with the hum of idle chatter, punctuated by bursts of laughter as billionaires exchanged boasts and stories. Henry sat quietly in the back, observing everything with an impassive expression.The men around him leaned back in their chairs, exuding confidence and wealth. Their conversations revolved around their assets, each one trying to outdo the other.“My new villa in Santorini has a private marina,” one man said, his voice loud enough to draw attention. “Cost me 50 million, but it’s worth it.”Another man chuckled, raising his wrist to show off a watch encrusted with diamonds. “Well, this little thing here is a custom piece. Made of pure diamonds and gold. Price tag? Eight million.”Henry shifted in his seat but said nothing. He glanced at the men and their companio
The Slumdog Billionaire 145. Nasty Sister and Brother Inlaw
Chapter One Hundred and Forty FiveThe faint sound of high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the grand auction hall as Stella, Jasmine’s younger sister, entered with a flourish. Her long, shimmering gown hugged her curves perfectly, and her carefully styled hair fell effortlessly over her shoulders. Behind her was Stefan, her latest companion, a tall, arrogant man who exuded confidence that bordered on theatrical.Stefan adjusted his cufflinks as he surveyed the room, a smug grin on his face. “This is the kind of crowd I like,” he said, his voice dripping with self-importance. “The biggest names, the richest wallets. Everyone here knows power when they see it.”Stella rolled her eyes but smiled indulgently. “Relax, Stefan. They’re not here for you. This is an auction, not your fan club.”Stefan laughed, a little too loudly. “Maybe not yet, but by the time the night’s over, they’ll know who Stefan Laurent is.”Stella didn’t respond, her attention already shifting
The Slumdog Billionaire 146. Who Gave The Useless Son in Law 60 million dollars
Chapter One Hundred and Forty SixThe room grew quiet as the host returned to the stage, his booming voice commanding everyone’s attention.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “the auction for our next item is about to commence. This is not just a painting; it’s a masterpiece embedded with rare elements that make it a one-of-a-kind treasure. We’ll start the bidding at one million dollars.”Excited murmurs rippled through the room as paddles shot up.“One million,” a voice called from the middle of the room.“Two million,” came another from the side.The bids climbed steadily.“Three million.”“Five million.”Henry remained seated at the back, calm and composed, his face betraying no emotion. Stella, sitting beside Stefan, kept glancing at him, her irritation growing with each passing second.“You know, you could at least pretend to belong here,” Stella hissed. “Why did you even come? To sit there and look stupid?”Stefan snickered, leaning toward Henry with mock sympathy. “Maybe he’s sa
The Slumdog Billionaire 147. 60 Million dollars Son Inlaw Thief
Chapter One Hundred and Forty SevenThe applause had barely subsided when Stefan shot up from his chair, his face red with fury. He pointed a trembling finger at Henry, his voice loud enough to echo across the grand hall.“This is a scam!” Stefan bellowed. “This man can’t afford sixty million dollars! He’s a nobody—a useless son-in-law who probably doesn’t have ten dollars in his pocket!”The crowd gasped, the murmurs growing louder as heads turned toward Henry. He stood calmly by the payment desk, his back straight and expression neutral, as though Stefan’s words were beneath him.“Stefan, stop,” Henry said in a low, firm tone, but the younger man was too far gone.“Don’t tell me to stop!” Stefan shouted, striding toward Henry. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone! Do you think you can waltz in here, bid an insane amount of money, and not face the consequences?”Stella, eager to fuel the chaos, rushed to Stefan’s side, her face twisted in mock outrage. “He’s right!” she yelled
The Slumdog Billionaire 148. It was not even his bloody money !
Chapter One Hundred and forty eightHenry had barely taken a step before Stella’s voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory.“Wait a minute!” she yelled, her heels clicking loudly as she stormed toward him. Stefan followed close behind, his expression filled with disdain.“Where did you get the money, Henry?” Stella demanded, crossing her arms. “We both know you don’t have that kind of cash. You only get what, five dollars a week? Jasmine gives you just enough to buy food and nothing more.”The crowd murmured, shocked by Stella’s bluntness. Henry stopped in his tracks and turned slowly, his face calm but his eyes cold.“I’m not obligated to explain myself to you,” he said firmly, his tone steady.But Stefan smirked and stepped forward. “Oh, come on, Henry. Don’t be shy. We’re all curious now. How does a broke son-in-law, who can’t even afford a decent meal, suddenly bid sixty million dollars? Tell us. Did you sell your kidney?”Stella laughed, clearly enjoying the attention. “Or
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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.”---
