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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
The Slumdog Billionaire 175. The Bastardized Heir
The penthouse was dimly lit, the warm glow of candles casting flickering shadows across the room. Jasmine walked in cautiously, her breath catching at the sight before her. The space had been completely transformed. A trail of red rose petals led from the entrance, winding through the living room and up the stairs, each step illuminated by soft tea lights. The faint scent of jasmine and vanilla filled the air, mingling with the sound of a slow, sultry jazz melody playing in the background.Her heart raced as she followed the trail, her bare feet brushing against the soft petals. At the top of the stairs, the double doors to their bedroom were ajar, and golden light spilled through the crack. She pushed them open slowly, her eyes widening as she stepped inside.The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow. More candles lined every surface, their light dancing against the silk-draped canopy of the bed. A bottle of champagne sat chilling on a nearby table, two crystal flutes waiting beside
The Slumdog Billionaire 176. Pregnant With Heir
Jasmine sat at the edge of the bathtub, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the small white stick in her trembling hands. The seconds stretched into what felt like hours, the room spinning around her as she tried to make sense of the emotions coursing through her.The two faint pink lines stared back at her, undeniable and impossible to ignore.“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.She set the test down carefully on the counter and pressed her hands to her face, her breathing shallow. The rush of emotions was overwhelming—fear, excitement, disbelief, and, above all, a deep uncertainty. This was not how she had imagined finding out. This was not how she had planned it.The sound of the front door opening and closing pulled her from her spiraling thoughts. Henry was home.“Jasmine?” his deep, familiar voice called out from the hallway. “Are you upstairs?”She quickly grabbed the test and shoved it into the drawer beneath the si
The Slumdog Billionaire 177.Protect The Baby
The days turned into weeks, and Jasmine’s pregnancy began to show. She often caught herself standing in front of the mirror, her hands cradling the small but growing bump. It was surreal, knowing that a tiny life was forming inside her, half of her and half of Henry. The emotions were overwhelming at times—joy, fear, hope, and doubt—all swirling together.Henry, on the other hand, seemed to have taken the news in stride. He was attentive, always ready with her favorite snacks when cravings struck or a pillow for her aching back. But beneath his calm exterior, Jasmine could sense his tension. There were moments when she’d catch him staring out the window, his jaw tight, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.“Henry,” she asked one evening, as they sat together in the living room. “Are you okay? You’ve seemed… distant.”He turned to her, his face softening. “I’m fine, Jasmine. Just thinking about everything. About the future.”Her fingers tightened around his. “You’re not having second thought
The Slumdog Billionaire 179. Assassinate The Heir
Jasmine’s heart pounded as she ran up the dimly lit staircase, her hand instinctively clutching her growing belly. Tears blurred her vision, but her focus remained sharp: she had to get away. Henry’s voice echoed in her mind, his plea to protect their baby driving her forward.The air in the stairwell was cold and metallic, the faint scent of oil and concrete lingering as her footsteps echoed against the walls. She reached the rooftop, her chest heaving as she pushed open the heavy metal door. The cool night air hit her like a slap, and for a moment, she stood still, catching her breath and trying to clear her mind.Below, the city stretched out in a sea of glittering lights. It was surreal—beautiful yet indifferent to her panic, her fear. Jasmine wrapped her arms around herself, her breath visible in the cold air as she looked around for an escape. She spotted a maintenance shed in the corner and moved toward it cautiously, her legs trembling.Her phone buzzed in her pocket, startlin
The Slumdog Billionaire 179. Clash Of Inheritances
I The villa’s tranquil silence was shattered by the unmistakable hum of a drone overhead. Jasmine froze mid-step, her pulse quickening as she exchanged a panicked look with Henry. He straightened, his expression sharpening instantly. Eva, stationed by the window, grabbed her tablet and tapped furiously, her eyes scanning the feed from the villa’s security cameras.“We’ve got movement,” Eva announced, her tone clipped. “Three vehicles approaching from the east, no visible insignias. They’re not here for a friendly visit.”Henry’s jaw tightened, his protective instincts kicking in. He reached for the small handgun tucked into his waistband, checking the clip with practiced precision. Jasmine’s hand instinctively moved to her belly, her fear mounting as she looked between the two of them.“Henry, what’s going on?” she whispered, her voice trembling.“They’ve found us,” he said grimly, his eyes never leaving Eva. “How long do we have?”“Ten minutes, maybe less,” Eva replied, her fingers f
The Slumdog Billionaire 180. Blood And Billions
Jasmine sat on the edge of the cabin bed, her hands resting gently on her swollen belly. The soft flicker of the fire illuminated the room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The forest was quiet, save for the distant hum of insects and the occasional rustle of leaves outside. For the first time in days, she felt a sense of calm, albeit fragile. Henry was crouched by the window, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter.“Henry,” she called softly, her voice breaking the stillness. “Do you think… do you think we’ll ever have a normal life? For the baby?”He turned to her, his expression softening as he walked over and knelt in front of her. His hands rested on her knees, his thumb brushing her skin reassuringly. “We will,” he said, his voice steady. “I promise, Jasmine. I’ll do whatever it takes to give you both the life you deserve.”Her heart ached at the conviction in his voice. She reached out, cupping his face with her hands. “I just want us to be safe, Henry. That’s all I wan
The Slumdog Billionaire 181. Love Still Wins
Jasmine sat on the edge of the bed, her mind still spinning from the events of the day. The room was quiet, save for the crackling of the fireplace casting warm shadows across the walls. The soft glow bathed her skin, highlighting the curve of her shoulders as she slipped out of her sweater, her movements slow and deliberate. She needed a moment to breathe, to feel something other than fear.The door creaked open, and she looked up to see Henry stepping inside, his shirt untucked, the bandage on his side peeking through. His dark eyes softened when they met hers, and for the first time in hours, she saw a flicker of calm in his expression.“You should be resting,” Jasmine said, her voice soft but teasing.Henry’s lips curved into a faint smile as he closed the door behind him. “So should you,” he replied, walking toward her.She stood, the weight of the day heavy on her shoulders as he closed the distance between them. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and
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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,