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The Slumdog Billionaire 168. The Grand Commander Of War
The room seemed to shrink as Henry’s grandfather stood. His every movement was deliberate, exuding a power so commanding it felt like the very air was holding its breath. The sharp lines of his tailored black suit amplified his imposing frame, and the insignia of the Grand Commander gleamed on his chest like a badge of omnipotence. His presence filled the room, an aura so intense it was almost tangible, crackling like an electrical storm.The two guards by the door immediately bowed, their heads lowered so deeply that they nearly touched the floor. Outside the study, Henry could hear the shuffle of footsteps and murmurs as more people fell to their knees, as if in reverence to a god descending from the heavens.Henry stood frozen, his jaw clenched, refusing to bow. His fists tightened at his sides as he watched the scene unfold. The man before him wasn’t just his grandfather—he was a living legend, a shadow that loomed over every story whispered in corridors of power.“Grand Commander
The Slumdog Billionaire 169. The prodigal son
Henry stormed out of the estate, his steps heavy and purposeful as the night air hit him like a slap to the face. The faint hum of the helicopters above was drowned out by the pounding of his heart. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His grandfather’s words echoed in his head, their sharp edges cutting deep.“You’re not family,” Henry muttered to himself, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “I’m just another asset to him. Another chess piece.”The guards standing outside the gates straightened as Henry approached, their gazes wary. He shot them a glare so fierce that one of them visibly flinched.“Open the damn gate,” Henry snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.The guard hesitated for a fraction of a second before obeying. The gates creaked open, and Henry strode out without sparing them another glance. The crunch of gravel beneath his feet was a harsh reminder of the cold reality he was leaving behind.Anderson caught up to him, his pa
The Slumdog Billionaire 170. Sexy Shower Time
Henry staggered through the door of his penthouse, his body weighed down by exhaustion. The soft glow of the evening lights spilled through the windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors. He loosened his tie, his every muscle aching from the relentless grind of the last few weeks. His mind was fogged with exhaustion, but he couldn’t help the flicker of pride at what he’d accomplished.“Henry?” Jasmine’s soft voice floated from the bedroom. The sound was like a balm to his frayed nerves.“I’m here,” he called back, his voice rough. He dropped his briefcase by the door and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.Jasmine appeared in the doorway, her figure bathed in the warm light of the room. She wore a silk robe that clung to her curves, her eyes filled with concern as she crossed the room toward him.“You look like you’ve been through a war,” she said, brushing her fingers over his jaw. Her touch was featherlight, but it sent a spark of warmth through him.“It feels like
The Slumdog Billionaire 171. My Darling Virgin Wife
The soft glow of the candles followed them as Henry scooped Jasmine into his arms. Her skin was still damp from the bath, warm and soft against his chest. She let out a quiet gasp, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips brushing lightly against his jaw."Henry," she whispered, her voice a mix of nervousness and anticipation.He paused, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Are you sure, Jasmine?" His voice was low, filled with both tenderness and restraint. "I don’t want to rush this if you’re not ready."Her cheeks flushed, and she gave him a small, reassuring smile. "I’ve never been more ready for anything."The sincerity in her eyes made his chest tighten. With a soft nod, he carried her into the bedroom, the faint scent of lavender still lingering in the air. The golden light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room, the shadows of the night dancing along the walls.Henry set her down gently on the edge of the bed, his movements careful, reverent. He knelt before her, his
The Slumdog Billionaire 171. Morning Heir Making
Henry stirred awake as the faint golden light of dawn streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The air was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the city waking below. His body was warm, wrapped in the comfort of the plush sheets and the softness of Jasmine nestled beside him.He turned his head slightly, his eyes landing on her serene face. Her dark lashes rested against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she slept peacefully. Her hair cascaded over the pillow like silk, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest made his heart clench with a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.Henry couldn’t resist reaching out. His fingers brushed against her cheek, featherlight, and she stirred at the touch, her eyelids fluttering open. Her sleepy gaze met his, and a soft smile spread across her lips.“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.“Good morning,” Henry replied, his voice low, filled with affection. His hand moved to tuck a stray strand of hair
The Slumdog Billionaire 172. Love Under the moonlight
Henry leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in his hand as the cool liquid soothed his parched throat. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden rays across the marble surfaces. The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the city below, but his mind was far from calm. Thoughts of Jasmine—her soft laughter, the way her skin had glowed in the morning light—lingered like a heady fog.Jasmine appeared in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft light. She wore nothing but one of his oversized shirts, the fabric brushing just above her knees. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier intimacy. The sight of her sent a wave of desire rushing through Henry’s veins, his breath catching as their eyes met.“You left me alone,” she said softly, her voice teasing but with an edge of vulnerability.Henry set the glass down, his gaze darkening as he took a step toward her. “I thought you were resting.”Her lips curved into a s
The Slumdog Billionaire 173. The Passionate Son-in-law
Jasmine sat by the window, her legs curled beneath her as the late afternoon sun bathed her in its golden light. She gazed out at the city below, her heart still racing from the memories of the morning. Her fingers absently traced the edge of the glass, the coolness grounding her as her mind swirled with thoughts of Henry.She hadn’t known it could feel like this—so overwhelming, so consuming. Every touch, every kiss, had unraveled her, leaving her bare and vulnerable, but never more alive. Her chest rose and fell with a deep, steadying breath, but the longing that lingered in her heart was undeniable.The soft creak of the bedroom door pulled her from her thoughts. She turned, her eyes meeting Henry’s as he leaned against the frame, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely, revealing the taut muscles of his chest. His dark eyes held a familiar intensity, one that sent a shiver racing through her body.“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, the kind of voice th
The Slumdog Billionaire 174. Passion
Jasmine stood in front of the large window of their penthouse, gazing out at the glittering city lights. The night was quiet, but her heart wasn’t. It raced with an unexplainable tension that had built over the evening. Her fingers traced the edge of the silk robe she wore, the fabric light against her skin, yet somehow carrying the weight of her anticipation.Behind her, she felt the faintest shift in the air—a presence. She didn’t need to turn to know it was Henry. She could feel him, his energy wrapping around her like an invisible tether. “I couldn’t find you in bed,” he said, his voice low and husky, sending a ripple down her spine. “Were you thinking about me?”Jasmine smiled, her reflection meeting his in the glass. “Always.”The sound of his bare feet on the hardwood floors was soft, yet every step he took made her pulse quicken. In moments, his arms wrapped around her waist, his chest pressing against her back. She let out a small gasp as his lips brushed against her shoulde
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198. The Paupers Tower
The mansion was still smoldering when Henry, Jasmine, Ryan, and Emily finally stepped out into the cool night air.The stars above were dim against the faint glow of flames and the flashing red and blue lights of approaching emergency vehicles. Henry’s jaw was clenched, his chest heaving as he scanned the area for any remaining threats. He could still hear James’s venomous words ringing in his ears. “You can’t kill them all."Eva appeared from the shadows, her rifle slung over her shoulder, her expression sharp and unreadable. “The perimeter’s clear,” she said curtly, though her eyes lingered on the group. “What the hell happened in there?” Henry ignored the question, his mind still racing. Jasmine’s hand rested gently on his arm, grounding him, pulling him back from the edge of the storm brewing inside. “Henry,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the chaos. “We’re safe now.” He shook his head, his gaze flicking to Ryan and Emily, who were clinging to each other like l
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197. The Slumdog Billionaire
The estate’s silence felt unnatural, too perfect. The moment Ryan clutched Emily tightly in his arms, Henry’s instincts sharpened like a blade pressed against his throat. **Something was wrong.** “Ryan, keep her close. We’re not done yet,” Henry said, his voice low, controlled. Ryan looked up, confusion clouding his face. “But we found her—” Henry’s eyes scanned the shadows. The guards had backed off too easily. No protests. No threats. Then he saw it. A red blinking light. “**Get down!**” Henry shouted, lunging toward Jasmine and Ryan just as a deafening explosion rocked the mansion. The windows shattered, glass raining like ice as the walls trembled. Flames burst from the far end of the corridor, the heat pressing against Henry’s back as he shielded Jasmine with his body. The floor shook, smoke billowing around them. “Move! *Move!*” Henry barked, dragging Jasmine behind him, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Ryan held Emily close, stumbling but keepi
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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
