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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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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
234.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 preten
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,
