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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
The Slumdog Billionaire 160. The Billionaire’s Wife Doesn’t Know His Idnetuty
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty The explosion rattled the compound, shaking the walls and sending debris flying into the air. Alarms blared, and lights flickered as Henry stood unmoved, his gaze fixed on the gates. Jasmine clung to his arm, her heart pounding.“They’re here,” she whispered, her voice trembling.Henry glanced at her, his face unreadable. “Stay close to me. No matter what happens, don’t leave my side.”The air was thick with tension as the tactical team inside the compound scrambled into defensive positions. Guns were loaded, commands shouted, and the gates creaked ominously under the pressure of the advancing assault.Another explosion rocked the gates, blowing them off their hinges. Smoke billowed into the compound as masked figures poured in, their weapons drawn and their movements precise. The room fell into chaos as Henry’s team opened fire, engaging the intruders in a fierce battle.“Henry, we can’t stay here!” Jasmine shouted over the deafening noise. “They’ll ove
The Slumdog Billionaire 160. Young Master Is Rich
Chapter One Hundred and SixtyThe command center buzzed with static and the low hum of screens resetting after the ominous transmission. Jasmine stood frozen, her heart pounding as Stella’s terrified face replayed in her mind. The masked figure’s voice echoed in her ears: “Now, the real game begins.”“Henry…” she whispered, her voice trembling as she turned to the monitors. “They have her.”Henry’s footsteps echoed as he strode back into the room, his face calm but his eyes burning with quiet fury. His tactical suit was dusted with dirt, his knuckles bloodied from the fight above.“They’re trying to bait me,” he said, his voice low and measured. “It’s a trap.”Jasmine stepped toward him, desperation in her voice. “But it’s Stella! They’ll kill her if you don’t do something.”Henry’s jaw tightened. He walked to the central console, his fingers flying across the keyboard. “They won’t kill her yet. Not until they think I’ve made my move. She’s leverage.”Jasmine grabbed his arm, forcing
The Slumdog Billionaire 162. Revenge of the forsaken son Inlaw
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty TwoThe armored convoy sped through the empty streets, its tires screeching with urgency. Inside, Stella sat in silence, her hands trembling as she clutched the blanket one of Henry’s operatives had handed her. She kept glancing at Henry, his face stoic, his eyes cold with a dangerous resolve. Beside him, Jasmine sat rigid, her own panic barely contained.“Henry,” Jasmine whispered, her voice breaking. “What’s happening? Is the safe house compromised?”Henry didn’t look at her, his hands gripping the wheel tightly as they weaved through the city. “It’s worse than that. They’ve breached our secondary defenses.”Stella’s voice cracked, her fear bubbling over. “What does that mean? Are they coming for me again?”“No,” Henry said sharply, his eyes flickering to Stella for a moment. “You were just a pawn to lure me out. Now they’re after the real prize—Jasmine.”Jasmine’s heart skipped a beat. “Me? Why me?”“Because you’re my weakness,” Henry said, his voice h
The Slumdog Billionaire 163. Let The War Begin
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-NineThe underground compound buzzed with tension as the words “The real betrayal lies within” echoed through the darkened room. Henry’s eyes locked onto the blank screen, his jaw clenched tightly. Jasmine, frozen in place, stared at him with growing fear and confusion.“What does that mean?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “What betrayal?”Henry didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned to the lead operative at the console, his voice cold and controlled. “Trace the signal. I want to know exactly where that feed came from.”“Already working on it, sir,” the operative replied, his fingers flying over the keyboard.Henry exhaled sharply, his mind racing. He knew the message wasn’t just a taunt. It was deliberate, calculated—a move designed to pull at his weakest point. Jasmine.“Henry,” Jasmine pressed, stepping closer to him. “Tell me what’s going on. Why would they say my family… Stella… betrayed us?”Henry turned to face her, his expression unrea
The Slumdog Billionaire 164. The Slumdog’s Private Jet
The jet hummed quietly as it cut through the night sky. Henry sat near the cockpit, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Across from him, Jasmine sat stiffly, her hands clasped in her lap. The events of the night replayed in her mind, each revelation cutting deeper.She leaned forward, breaking the silence. “Henry, what happens now? That message… it means they’re not finished.”Henry’s eyes didn’t leave the window. “They think they still have a chance. But by the time they regroup, there won’t be anything left for them to salvage.”Jasmine frowned, her voice trembling. “What do you mean?”“They underestimated me once. I’ve already set the wheels in motion to dismantle what’s left of their network.”Jasmine’s breath hitched. “But this isn’t just about taking them down, is it? There’s something more.”Henry exhaled slowly. “The De Luca family wasn’t acting alone. They’re part of a much larger web—a web I’ve spent years unraveling.”Her chest tightened. “You’ve known this whole
The Slumdog Billionaire 165.The SUV CONVOY
The convoy of sleek black vehicles sped toward the Caine estate, cutting through the night like shadows on the move. Jasmine sat silently beside Henry, her hands clenched in her lap. The earlier revelations about her mother funding the De Luca family played over and over in her mind, each detail gnawing at her resolve. She stole a glance at Henry, his face a mask of cold determination, his mind undoubtedly calculating the next move.The tension in the car was palpable. Finally, she broke the silence. “Henry… what if she denies it? What if she had no idea what was happening?”Henry didn’t turn to her, his eyes locked on the road ahead. “If she’s innocent, the evidence will prove it. But if she’s guilty…” He paused, his voice hardening. “She’ll face the consequences.”Jasmine’s breath hitched. “You’d go that far? Even if she’s my mother?”Henry finally turned to her, his gaze softer but firm. “Jasmine, this isn’t just about us anymore. If your mother is involved, she’s not just a threat
The Slumdog Billionaire 166. Evil Mother Inlaw
The room was frozen in a thick tension, every breath coming slow and heavy. Jasmine looked between Henry and her mother, her face pale and her mind racing. She was about to speak when the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the grand hall.The doors burst open, revealing a woman in her mid-sixties, dressed in an oversized floral gown and sturdy slippers that made her presence feel more dominating than any weapon could. Her face was set in a fierce scowl, her sharp features pulled tight as her gaze immediately zeroed in on Henry.“Henry Caine!” she bellowed, storming into the room without a care for the grandeur around her. “You think you can embarrass my daughter and her fiancé in front of the entire congregation and get away with it?”Jasmine flinched, recognizing the fiery presence of her Aunt Patricia, her mother’s older sister, who was infamous for speaking her mind without restraint. Evelyn’s calm façade broke as she stood up quickly, her sharp tone cutting through.“Patric
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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,
