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The Slumdog Billionaire 19. Kneel Before Me
Chapter Nineteen 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, pointin
The Slumdog Billionaire 20. The Immortal Billionaire Lord
Chapter Twenty Jasmine stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was suffocating, and the weight of her family’s expectations pressed down on her like a ton of bricks. Jasper, her younger brother, stood tall and smug, his arms crossed over his chest, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Over my dead body will you ever become the chairman of this family’s business!” Jasper sneered, stepping forward. “I’m the male heir, Jasmine. The only male. This business is mine by right.” Their mother, standing beside Jasper, nodded in agreement. Her cold gaze fell on Jasmine, and she spoke with a voice that cut like ice. “Jasper is right. You might be older than him by a year, but he is the first male child. That makes him the legal heir to the Woods family empire.” Jasmine felt the world spin around her. Her knees weakened, and for a moment, she thought she might collapse. How could her own mother say something so cruel? Didn’t she see how irresponsible Jasper was? Didn’t
The Slumdog Billionaire 21. The Cheap Wine
Chapter Twenty One Jasmine stood in front of her mirror, her mind racing with thoughts of the impossible task ahead of her. The pressure was suffocating, but she knew she had no choice. She had to get the president of HEXAGON to attend the signing ceremony, or everything she had worked for would be taken away by her irresponsible brother, Jasper. She couldn’t let that happen. She carefully selected her outfit—a simple, elegant dress that wasn’t too flashy but still looked respectable. Before leaving, she grabbed a bottle of fine wine from the mansion’s wine cellar , a gesture of courtesy and appreciation. She hoped it would show respect to Zara, the vice president of HEXAGON, whom she had met briefly once before. Jasmine knew Zara had influence, and she needed her on her side. As she arrived at the towering glass building of the HEXAGON Consortium, Jasmine took a deep breath. This was her only shot, and failure was not an option. Inside the sleek lobby, a new secretary sat at
The Slumdog Billionaire 22. The Vice President’s Slut
Chapter Twenty Two Late that night, long after Jasmine had gone to bed, Jasper and his mother crept silently down the dark hallway toward their grandmother’s room. The house was quiet, the only sound being the faint creak of the wooden floors beneath their feet. Jasper glanced over at his mother, who gave him a firm nod, urging him forward. They had a plan, and they needed to execute it perfectly. When they reached Grandmother Woods’ door, Jasper gently pushed it open. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Grandmother Woods was sitting up in bed, her silver hair pinned neatly as always. She looked up from the book she was reading, her face calm, but there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes. “What are you two doing here at this hour?” she asked, her voice low but firm. Jasper exchanged a quick look with his mother before stepping forward. “Grandmother,” he began, his voice smooth, “we know the president of HEXAGON h
The Slumdog Billionaire 23. Diamonds & Birkins
Chapter Twenty-Three Knight gently lifted Jasmine into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he left the chaotic scene behind them. She clung to him, her body weak and trembling, but she felt safe in his arms. His strong, muscular build made her feel like nothing could harm her as long as he was near. Her head rested against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for a moment, the storm swirling around her seemed to fade into the background. As they reached their room, he pushed the door open with his foot and carried her inside, setting her down gently on the bed. Jasmine watched silently as he walked toward the bathroom, turning on the shower. The sound of running water filled the room, and Knight came back, kneeling in front of her. "Let me take care of you," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. He began unbuttoning her dress with careful hands, his touch gentle and respectful. Jasmine didn’t say a word, simply watching him, overwhelmed by
The Slumdog Billionaire 24. The Stolen Black Card
Chapter Twenty Four The sales assistant glanced at Henry the moment he walked into the luxurious boutique. Her eyes trailed over his casual outfit—faded jeans, scuffed boots, and a simple black t-shirt. She rolled her eyes. He clearly didn't belong here. She watched him wander toward the luxury items, looking out of place against the sparkling displays of exclusivity. "You should find your way out once you see the price tags," she muttered under her breath, barely loud enough for her colleague to hear, who snickered quietly. Henry, however, seemed oblivious to the judging looks. He took his time, moving leisurely around the exquisite items on display—Hermès shoes, bags, clothes, sunglasses—a collection of beautiful masterpieces, each more luxurious than the last. Everything was carefully curated, designed to make anyone feel like royalty. But Henry didn’t feel overwhelmed or intimidated. He felt excited. He had a purpose. As he wandered, his eyes scanned the displays, searchin
The Slumdog Billionaire 25. The Grand General Commander
Chapter Twenty Five The policemen froze, gripping Henry’s arms tightly as the helicopter’s blades roared above them. Dust and debris swirled around as it landed. They exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what was about to unfold. As soon as the helicopter touched down, the doors slid open. Mr. Anderson stepped out, flanked by the Chief of Army Staff and four heavily armed Airforce men. With them was Anderson’s personal bodyguard, a huge man dressed in black, his expression unreadable but intimidating. Without a word, Anderson signaled to his guard. Before the officers could react, they were met with swift, stinging slaps that echoed across the parking lot. One of the policemen staggered back from the impact, wide-eyed. “Uncuff him,” Anderson ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Shocked and reeling from the sudden slap, the officers scrambled to obey, fumbling with the handcuffs. Henry felt the cuffs fall to the ground and rubbed his wrists, completely bewildered by what had ju
The Slumdog Billionaire 26. Garden Of Eden
Chapter Twenty Six Henry Knights leaned back in his office chair, scrolling through emails when a notification popped up on his screen. Clicking on it, he was greeted by a headline that took him by surprise. “The mysterious mafia Lord” “The General commander has no face “ “The Wizard Lord” “The Zillionaire master” “The Birkin Zadddy “ “Who is the lucky woman ?” The entire town was buzzing about a mysterious and powerful billionaire, a man whom even the army feared. His eyebrows furrowed as he skimmed through the comments on various blogs and celebrity social media pages. Speculation about this billionaire ran wild—some claimed he was a reincarnated figure, others raved about his incredible wealth. Mothers were even joking about marrying their daughters off to him, even as a second wife. Henry couldn’t help but smirk. All this chatter, and yet not a single mention of HEXAGON CONSORTIUM. His secret was safe. As long as no one tied his name to the wealth and power he t
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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167.The Grand Commander General
The sun was just beginning to set when Henry stood outside the estate, leaning against the sleek black car. The orange glow of twilight brushed his sharp features as he thought about Evelyn’s words, the lies she had spun, and the deeper trap he might have walked into. The air was heavy, filled with the faint scent of jasmine from the estate’s sprawling gardens, but Henry wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the beauty. His mind was a storm. Suddenly, a rickety old cart clattered down the gravel driveway. A man, hunched over with a woven hat shadowing his face, pushed the cart. It was piled high with potatoes, their earthy smell wafting in the air as the wheels squeaked with every turn. Henry frowned. “Who let him in here?” he muttered to himself. The man approached, his movements deliberate but unassuming. As he neared, Henry noticed his ragged clothes and dirt-stained hands. But there was something oddly off. His stride, though hidden under a limping shuffle, was too calculated. T
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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
