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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.
The Slumdog Billionaire 159. The Billionaire Club
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty NineThe air inside the safe house was thick with tension as Henry stared at the blank monitor, his mind racing. Jasmine stood a few steps behind him, her trembling hands clutching the edge of the couch. The ominous message—“Checkmate”—seemed to hang in the air like a taunt.“What does it mean, Henry?” Jasmine whispered, her voice cracking. “Are they coming now?”Henry didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat at the desk and began typing furiously, accessing encrypted systems and hidden files. Lines of code scrolled across the screen, and his jaw tightened as he scanned the data.“They think they’ve trapped me,” Henry said finally, his voice low but controlled. “But this isn’t checkmate. It’s their opening move.”Jasmine frowned. “What do you mean? They’ve frozen your accounts, threatened me, and now they’re saying it’s over.”Henry’s fingers paused for a fraction of a second before resuming their frantic work. “That’s what they want us to think. But th
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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
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 pretending. He was
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,
