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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
The Slumdog Billionaire 149. The French Kiss
Chapter One Hundred and Forty NineStella couldn’t stop laughing as the humiliation she and Stefan had tried to pile on Henry seemed to backfire spectacularly. She clutched her stomach, tears streaming from her eyes, but her uncontrollable laughter caused a sudden, audible rip in her gown.The hall went silent, and Stella froze. Slowly, she looked down and saw that her dress had split along the side, exposing her belly and a patch of unflattering, bulging skin. Gasps and snickers erupted around her.Mortified, Stella tried to cover herself with her hands, but it was no use. Her face turned beet red, and she stammered, “I… I need to excuse myself.”She rushed toward the nearest exit, her heels clattering loudly on the marble floor. Stefan, instead of following her, turned away the moment she left the room. He’d had enough of Stella for the night.His eyes landed on the tall, elegant model he’d been eyeing all evening. She was standing by the champagne bar, her long legs crossed gracefu
The Slumdog Billionaire 150. A Disrespectful Slap!
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Stefan stood frozen for a moment, humiliated by Henry's words. Just as he was about to slink away, Isabella returned, her eyes glittering with something darker than the disapproval she'd shown earlier. "Ignore him," she purred, stepping closer to Stefan. Her fingers traced the lapel of his jacket before moving down to rest on his chest. “Why let someone like that ruin your night?”Stefan blinked in surprise, his confidence returning as Isabella’s soft touch and sultry tone worked their magic. “You think so?” he asked, a sly smile creeping onto his face.Isabella leaned in, her lips grazing his ear. “Of course,” she whispered. “I’ve heard about you, Stefan Laurent. Rich, charming, and powerful. Why don’t we forget about your insufferable girlfriend and spend some time where she can’t find us?”She planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips, her hands sliding up to massage his chest. Stefan let out a low chuckle, his earlier embarrassment fading entirely
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196. Help The Useless Begger
The morning sun poured gently through the tall windows of the Knights’ penthouse, filling the space with golden light. Jasmine sat at the dining table, feeding their baby boy small pieces of fruit, humming softly while the sound of a boiling kettle whistled faintly in the kitchen. Henry stood near the counter, sipping his coffee, the rich aroma blending with the calm hum of the city waking outside.Everything felt peaceful. Quiet.Then came a sharp knock at the door.Henry’s eyes narrowed slightly as he set his mug down, exchanging a glance with Jasmine. No one was supposed to be visiting.“I’ll get it,” he said, his voice calm but sharp with curiosity.When he opened the door, a young man stood there. He looked nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his hair slightly unkempt. His clothes were worn but clean, though his eyes—sharp and familiar—stood out the most.Henry’s gaze narrowed. “Can I help you?”The young man took a deep breath. “I… I need to talk to you. It’
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195. Vengeance Is For The Dead
The night was calm. The stars shined above the city like tiny lights in the dark sky. Henry and Jasmine stood close together on the balcony of their tall home. The city below was alive, full of people and cars, but up here, it was just the two of them.Jasmine leaned against Henry, her head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, keeping her safe and warm.“It feels good to be here,” Jasmine said softly. Her voice was calm, but there was happiness in it.Henry kissed her head gently. “It does. You make everything feel right.”Jasmine smiled. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. “Do you remember how hard everything used to be?”Henry nodded. “I do. But I also remember how strong we were. We fought through it all.”Jasmine placed her hand on his cheek. “We didn’t just fight. We won, Henry. Together.”Henry’s heart felt full. He took her hand in his and held it tightly. “You are my win, Jasmine. You and our baby. That’s all that matters.”The cool wind bl
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194. The Black Card
The day unfolded slowly, the sunlight spilling into the penthouse in golden waves. Henry and Jasmine lingered in bed longer than they had in years, savoring the rare stillness that came with knowing they were safe, their family whole. Outside, the hum of the city carried on, but inside, it felt as though time itself had slowed.Jasmine nestled closer into Henry’s chest, her fingers tracing small patterns across his skin. “It feels strange,” she murmured softly, her voice thick with contentment.“What does?” Henry asked, tilting his head to look down at her, his hand running gently up and down her back.“To finally have peace,” she said, her eyes distant for a moment. “No one chasing us. No one plotting. Just… us.”Henry’s hand stilled for a moment, his jaw tightening as he considered her words. “It won’t last forever,” he said quietly, his voice edged with the wisdom of experience. “People like Marcus—there’s always another waiting in the shadows. Someone who sees what we have and wan
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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
