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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
The Slumdog Billionaire 151. Crazy Wannabe Billionaires
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty OneStefan and Isabella exited the grand hall, their laughter ringing through the quiet corridor. Isabella clung to his arm, her sultry smile never fading. Stefan’s confidence had returned fully, his earlier humiliation replaced with smug satisfaction.“So, where are we going?” Isabella asked, her voice low and enticing.“I know a hotel not too far from here,” Stefan replied with a grin. “It’s discreet, luxurious, and perfect for… spending time.”As they moved toward the exit, Stefan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it, but it buzzed again and again. Finally, Isabella tugged at his arm.“Aren’t you going to check that?” she asked.Stefan sighed, pulling out his phone. His face paled when he saw the screen. It was Stella, calling repeatedly. He quickly silenced the phone and shoved it back into his pocket.“Trouble?” Isabella asked with a raised brow.“Nothing I can’t handle,” Stefan said, brushing it off. “Let’s go.”But before they could take ano
The Slumdog Billionaire 152. Rejected Son Inlaw
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty TwoThe grand hall buzzed with energy as the auction resumed. Billionaires in tailored suits sipped on expensive champagne, their conversations punctuated by laughter and subtle power plays. But in one corner of the room, Henry stood silently, his presence understated yet commanding. His face was calm, but his eyes betrayed an unshakable resolve.Across the room, Stella returned with Stefan, who was nursing the red mark on his cheek. His earlier bravado was gone, replaced by a simmering frustration that boiled beneath the surface. Stella’s icy silence was deafening, but Stefan’s arrogance wouldn’t allow him to back down completely.“Don’t think this is over, Henry,” Stefan muttered under his breath as they passed by him. “You’ve been playing games all night, and I’m going to find out who you really are.”Henry didn’t respond, but his eyes flickered toward Stefan briefly. His indifference was more cutting than any retort, and Stefan’s face flushed with ang
The Slumdog Billionaire 153. A Billionaire’s Nightmare
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty ThreeThe crowd stood frozen, stunned by the revelation that Henry, the so-called “nobody,” was the majority shareholder of Laurent Enterprises. Whispers rippled through the room, and the once-dismissive gazes of the elites now lingered on Henry with a mix of curiosity and newfound respect.Stefan, his cheek still stinging from Henry’s slap, staggered back. His face burned red with embarrassment, but his arrogance refused to die. He pointed a trembling finger at Henry.“You think you’ve won?” Stefan spat, his voice shaking. “You’re still just a pathetic son-in-law. Owning some shares doesn’t make you powerful. You’ll never be anything more than a joke.”Henry’s gaze didn’t waver. His calm demeanor made Stefan’s words feel hollow. He took a step closer, his voice measured but cutting. “The only joke here, Stefan, is you. You’re a man so consumed by your ego that you can’t see how irrelevant you’ve made yourself.”Stefan clenched his fists, his voice rising
The Slumdog Billionaire 154. The Billionaires’s Cult
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty FourThe whispers in the grand hall didn’t die down even after Henry and Jasmine left. Stefan slumped into a chair, his face pale and his hands trembling. Stella stood frozen in place, her mind racing as she tried to piece together the shocking events of the evening.“How… how did this happen?” Stefan muttered under his breath. “How is he more powerful than me?”Stella turned to him sharply, her voice dripping with bitterness. “You’re asking me? You’re the one who made a fool of yourself in front of everyone. And now my sister and her husband—her husband—own more of your company than you do!”Stefan glared at her, his confidence trying to claw its way back. “This isn’t over. I’ll find out what he’s hiding. Nobody just walks in and takes over my life.”Stella crossed her arms. “You’d better do something, Stefan. Because right now, you’re looking like a pathetic fool.”Stefan’s jaw tightened, but before he could respond, a man in a sharp suit approached the
The Slumdog Billionaire 156. The Secret Billionaire’s Wife
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty SixThe tension in the car was suffocating as Henry and Jasmine drove in silence, the glowing city lights flickering through the windows. Jasmine’s mind was racing, her heart pounding against her ribcage. She had never seen Henry so tense, so controlled yet visibly on edge.Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Henry,” she said, her voice shaky. “Who is this person? What do they want from you?”Henry kept his eyes on the road, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. “It’s not just one person,” he said quietly. “It’s a group. A network. People who’ve been waiting for me to step out of the shadows.”“What do they want?” Jasmine pressed, her voice breaking slightly.Henry exhaled, his jaw tightening. “Power. Revenge. Control. I left their world a long time ago, but tonight… tonight, I reminded them that I’m not gone. That I’m not afraid.”Jasmine frowned, her confusion deepening. “What world, Henry? You’ve never told me about this before. What
The Slumdog Billionaire 157. Secret Slumdog Billionaire
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty SevenThe car sped through the dark city streets, its engine humming steadily. Jasmine sat silently in the passenger seat, her mind racing with questions. She glanced at Henry, who was calm and focused, his eyes locked on the road ahead. It was as if nothing had just happened—no masked men, no threats, no cryptic messages. But the tension in his jaw and the quiet grip on the steering wheel betrayed his thoughts.“Henry,” Jasmine said softly, breaking the silence. “I need answers. You can’t keep me in the dark anymore.”Henry’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re safer not knowing everything.”Jasmine turned to him, her voice trembling. “They already know about me. They know who I am. How does keeping me in the dark help protect me? Please, Henry. I need to know.”Henry sighed deeply, his eyes flickering to her for a moment before returning to the road. “I wasn’t always… the man you know now,” he admitted. “Before I met you, before I became your husband
The Slumdog Billionaire 158. Bulldog war
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty EightThe steel shutters clicked into place, locking Jasmine inside the safe house as Henry stepped into the dark night. The cold air bit at his skin, but he stood tall, his sharp gaze fixed on the two black SUVs idling ominously at the edge of the driveway. Their headlights sliced through the darkness, illuminating the tension in the air.The car doors opened simultaneously, and six men stepped out, dressed in sleek black suits. Their movements were coordinated, their expressions blank. But Henry’s attention was fixed on the figure who emerged last—the leader, his face still partially obscured by the faint light.“You’ve made your move,” the leader said, his voice carrying an eerie calm. “And now, it’s our turn.”Henry’s hands rested loosely at his sides, his posture deceptively relaxed. “You came to my house,” he said, his tone low but sharp. “You made this personal.”The leader chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “You’ve been hiding for so long, Phantom.
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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
