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The Slumdog Billionaire 18. The Bet
Chapter Eighteen Damon stumbled into the house, his presence reeking of alcohol, holding a bottle of wine loosely in one hand. His shirt was wrinkled, and his hair disheveled. He looked around with bleary eyes, a lazy grin plastered on his face. “Well, well, well,” he slurred, swaggering toward them. “I’ve come to claim my wife. I hear there’s been a little bet, huh? Henry said he’d divorce you, Jasmine, if you didn’t get that contract.” He chuckled darkly. “Guess what? I’m here to pick you up. Let’s not waste any more time, darling.” Stella, sitting on the couch, burst into laughter. Her cruel, sharp laughter echoed through the room, adding fuel to the already tense atmosphere. “Oh, Damon, this is just too good!” she said, wiping away fake tears. “Imagine, Jasmine, thinking she could ever win a contract like that. How pathetic.” Jasmine stood up, her eyes blazing with fury. Her hands clenched into tight fists by her side. She stared at Damon with disgust. “Get out of he
The Slumdog Billionaire 19. Kneel Before Me
Damon’s face twisted in anger as he straightened himself, refusing to back down. “Bow down? Over my dead body!” he snarled, glaring at Henry. “I’ll never bow down to a commoner like you, Knight!” Grandmother Woods, who had been watching in silence, suddenly struck the floor with her walking stick. The loud crack echoed through the room, making everyone jump. Her face was red with fury, her eyes narrowing at Damon. “You fool!” she shouted, her voice filled with authority. “I don’t care how rich or powerful you think you are. You swore on my ancestor’s name, in front of my late husband’s ashes, that you would honor this bet. You think you can walk away from that without consequence? You’ll bring a curse upon yourself and this family!” Damon’s eyes widened, but he quickly masked his fear with a sneer. “I’ll never bow to anyone. Not Henry. Not you. No one!” Grandmother Woods’ grip tightened on her stick. “As much as I hate that man,” she spat, pointing toward Henry, “I’ll never a
The Slumdog Billionaire 20. Big Dollars Deal
Jasmine stood there for a moment, the chill of the night seeping into her bones. She pulled her coat tighter around her, staring at the empty street ahead. The world felt so vast, so unforgiving, and she felt so small in it. But something had shifted in her—she wasn't going to be weak anymore. She had no other option but to fight.She turned back towards the house, her eyes narrowing at the faint light spilling from the living room window. Stella and Luke’s mocking voices echoed in her ears, their laughter ringing in her head. No more, she thought. No more letting them walk all over me. She would show them who she really was.With her heart pounding, she stepped back inside, quietly moving through the hallway. She made her way to her room, her thoughts racing. She had to think, had to find a plan. But just as she was about to enter her room, she heard hushed voices coming from the kitchen.Jasmine crept closer, peeking around the corner. It was Stella and Luke, and they were whisperin
The Slumdog Billionaire 21. Slut Heiress
Jacob stormed into the room, his presence overwhelming, his voice booming with a fury that silenced everyone.“God forbid this abomination!” he shouted, his eyes flashing with rage as they landed on Jasmine.The room, already tense, now crackled with unease. Everyone’s eyes shifted to Jacob, sensing the storm brewing. His expression was cold and hostile, filled with disdain as he fixed his gaze on his twin sister.“She becomes the director?” Jacob spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “When I am the rightful heir? Over my dead body!”Jasmine turned to face him, her own anger rising, but her expression remained controlled. She crossed her arms, trying to keep her composure. Her voice, however, betrayed her frustration as she spoke.“Jacob,” she hissed, “you’ve been in and out of therapy. You’re struggling with smoking, drugs, and alcohol addiction. You can’t even handle your own life, let alone a company like ours. You’re not in the right frame of mind to take control of anything.”J
The Slumdog Billionaire 22. Kneel Down
Chapter Twenty TwoJasmine’s knees buckled as the weight of the accusation pressed down on her, her body trembling. She felt alone, surrounded by people who should’ve protected her but were now ready to believe the worst. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps, and she struggled to hold on to any shred of hope.Jacob’s smile widened, knowing he had her cornered. He turned to face the room, addressing everyone now, his voice triumphant.“For years, I’ve watched Jasmine try to outshine me, pretend to be the perfect daughter, the perfect businesswoman. But today, I’m exposing her for what she truly is—a fraud.”Stella chuckled in the background, feeding off the tension, enjoying every second of Jasmine’s humiliation. Grandmother Woods’ face remained cold, the disbelief and disappointment etched deep into her expression.Jasmine’s heart raced, panic rising as she desperately searched the faces of her family members for anyone, anyone who might believe her. But all she saw were eyes full o
The Slumdog Billionaire 23. The Private Jet
The air smelled of leather and polish as Knight sat in the backseat of a sleek black SUV, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the armrest. The tinted windows shielded him from the curious eyes of the bustling city outside. His face, calm yet focused, was illuminated by the soft glow of his tablet as he scanned through the numbers that danced on the screen. The city was alive, but here, in the quiet luxury of his world, everything was controlled, calculated.The car sped smoothly through Washington, D.C., weaving through traffic with ease. Knight’s phone buzzed softly, and without looking, he pressed the call button in his earpiece.“Talk to me,” he said in a low, firm voice.“Sir, the deal is almost complete. We just need your final signature,” a voice replied from the other end. “The White House contract is secured. We’re talking a billion-dollar deal. The fleet of luxury armored vehicles will be delivered within the month.”Knight allowed himself a small smile, leaning back into th
The Slumdog Billionaire 24. The Game
The air smelled of leather and polish as Knight sat in the backseat of a sleek black SUV, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the armrest. The tinted windows shielded him from the curious eyes of the bustling city outside. His face, calm yet focused, was illuminated by the soft glow of his tablet as he scanned through the numbers that danced on the screen. The city was alive, but here, in the quiet luxury of his world, everything was controlled, calculated.The car sped smoothly through Washington, D.C., weaving through traffic with ease. Knight’s phone buzzed softly, and without looking, he pressed the call button in his earpiece.“Talk to me,” he said in a low, firm voice.“Sir, the deal is almost complete. We just need your final signature,” a voice replied from the other end. “The White House contract is secured. We’re talking a billion-dollar deal. The fleet of luxury armored vehicles will be delivered within the month.”Knight allowed himself a small smile, leaning back into th
The Slumdog Billionaire 25. The Dubai Attack
Knight boarded the jet, his face a mask of iron determination. The luxurious cabin felt suffocating, despite the soft leather seats and polished wood panels. His mind spun with the threat against his family. Jasmine. Henry. The weight of their safety pressed heavily on him. As the jet roared to life, soaring into the sky, he began planning his next moves with the ruthless precision he was known for.He stared out the window, watching the ground fall away beneath him. Twenty-four hours. He had no time to waste, but first, he needed to play his role. The Saudis expected him at the oil mogul conference in Dubai, a key part of his global power play. He couldn’t afford to show any weakness, not when so much was at stake. His enemies were watching, waiting for him to slip. If they sensed vulnerability, the entire empire he’d built could crumble.After hours in the air, the jet touched down in Dubai’s opulent private airport. The city’s glittering skyline stretched out before him, a testamen
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