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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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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
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189. The New Empire
The new headquarters of **Caine Global Industries** stood as a towering monument to Henry’s rise from chaos to triumph. Its glass exterior gleamed under the sun, reflecting the bustling city below—a city that had once belonged to Marcus's empire. Now, it was Henry’s world. His name was etched in bold letters at the top of the skyscraper, a permanent reminder to everyone who had ever doubted him.Inside, the grand hall buzzed with activity. Journalists, investors, and power brokers from around the world had gathered for the unveiling of Henry’s latest project—a groundbreaking initiative that would revolutionize renewable energy and cement his place not just as a powerful billionaire, but as a visionary.Jasmine, radiant and poised, stood beside him, their baby boy cradled in her arms. She was his rock, the anchor that had kept him grounded through every battle. Her eyes sparkled with pride as she watched Henry address the crowd.“Today marks the beginning of a new era,” Henry announced
