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The Slumdog Billionaire 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’
The Slumdog Billionaire 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
The Slumdog Billionaire 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
The Slumdog Billionaire 199. Freedom Of A Slumdog Billionaire
The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Knights Tower, a dazzling sea of gold and silver against the midnight sky. But inside, the penthouse was silent, heavy with tension. Henry stood alone in his office, the pale glow of his laptop screen casting sharp shadows across his face as he studied the files spread out in front of him.Names. Locations. Accounts.Everything was connected to James Hartford’s network, a web of corruption stretching from the wealthiest corporate powerhouses to underground dealings he had once fought to leave behind.But there was a problem.They had infiltrated his world.A message blinked on the screen. Encrypted. Untraceable. Just a single line of text."This is bigger than James. The debt must be paid. Prepare yourself, Knights."Henry’s fists clenched as his pulse pounded harder. This was no empty threat. It was a warning.And it wasn’t over.---Three days later, the city felt tense. Too quiet.Henry stood in the lobby of
The Slumdog Billionaire 200.
The tension in the Ashcroft Club was suffocating. The low hum of jazz music played softly in the background, but Henry’s pulse pounded louder than any melody could reach. The weight of the file James had presented lingered in his hands like poison, each page spelling out a deception he never saw coming. He had never accepted help from James—or so he thought. But these documents told a different story. Henry’s eyes narrowed. His instincts screamed this was a setup, but the evidence was airtight. James leaned back in his chair, sipping his scotch with a smug smile. “You look tense, Henry. I’d imagine it’s hard realizing you’ve never been as untouchable as you believed.” Henry forced himself to remain calm. Control the room. “This... was fabricated. None of these records can hold up in court.” James chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Court? No, Henry. This isn’t about trials and judges. This is about power. Influence. You were made to believe you escaped us, b
The Slumdog Billionaire 201. Do As I Say Or Loose Everything
The shattered remains of the Ashcroft Club lay in eerie silence as Henry and Eva stepped out into the night. Broken glass crunched underfoot, and the faint echo of sirens grew louder in the distance.Henry’s jaw was tight, blood still trickling from the cut on his neck. His suit was torn, bruises already forming beneath the fabric, but his posture remained unyielding.Eva holstered her weapon, her sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. “We need to move. This won’t end here, Henry. They’ll retaliate.”“They already have,” Henry muttered, his voice low and cold. “This wasn’t a warning—it was a declaration.”Eva glanced at him, her usually calm demeanor cracking. “And James?”Henry wiped the blood off his neck with the back of his hand. “Alive—for now. He’s not the real target. He’s a puppet for something bigger. Something that’s been pulling strings in the shadows for years.”“And they just made it personal,” Eva said, her tone hard.Henry nodded. “Let’s go. I need to get back to Jasmine an
The Slumdog Billionaire 202.From Poor To Richest
Henry stood frozen in the center of the dimly lit room, the monitors casting a cold, blue glow across his face. Images of Jasmine holding their son filled the screens, flickering between surveillance footage from inside Knights Tower and close-up shots taken from a distance—too close for comfort.His blood turned to ice.The man in the chair leaned forward, his fingers steepling, a predator circling his prey.“You built an empire, Henry Knights,” the man continued, his voice calm but sharp. “But you were never truly in control. I allowed you to rise, let you believe you were untouchable. Now, you’re mine.”Henry’s eyes narrowed, his fists curling at his sides. “Who the hell are you?”The man’s lips curled into a slow, calculating smile. “My name doesn’t matter. But I will tell you this—I was there when your father fell. The debts your family owed were never paid. So I made sure you rose… so I could take it all away when the time was right.”Henry’s pulse hammered in his ears. He had w
The Slumdog Billionaire 203. The World At My Feet
**Three Months Later**The skyline of Knights Tower glowed brighter than ever, dominating the city like a fortress built from steel and glass. Henry Knights had reclaimed everything. His empire was untouchable. Every competitor had either been crushed, bought out, or forced into silence.But the calm was an illusion.The storm was coming.Henry sat in his penthouse office, reviewing acquisition reports on his glass-top desk. His focus was razor-sharp, but something gnawed at him, a presence he couldn't shake. He had taken everything from James Hartford and dismantled the network behind him. But power like that never just disappeared.The phone on his desk buzzed. Eva’s voice came through, steady but urgent. “Henry. We’ve got a problem.” Henry didn’t even blink. “Talk to me.” “We traced the offshore accounts again. Someone’s been moving funds under a different alias. It’s not James. It’s bigger. And, Henry... the accounts are connected to someone from *inside* the tower.” Henry
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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
234.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 preten
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,
