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The Slumdog Billionaire 225. My Girlfriend Left Me For A Rich Man
Ethan wiped the sweat off his brow, exhaustion settling deep into his bones as he made his way back to Martha’s house. The past few days had been a whirlwind of planning, preparing, and waiting for Eric’s inevitable return. But tonight, all he wanted was a moment of peace.As he approached the house, something felt... off. The front door was slightly ajar, and a flickering light came from inside. Ethan frowned, his gut twisting with unease. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside cautiously.Then he heard it.A soft giggle. A low murmur.His heart clenched as he followed the sound, his footsteps eerily silent against the wooden floor. As he reached the doorway to the small sitting area, the sight before him made his blood run cold.There she was—Sophia, his girlfriend, the only person he thought he could trust—wrapped in the arms of a man he didn’t recognize. A man dressed in an expensive suit, dripping with wealth and arrogance. Ethan stood frozen, staring at them. Sophia’s laughte
The Slumdog Billionaire 1. Divorce Your Wife
Chapter One “Divorce your wife.” Henry blinked, certain he had heard wrong. He looked at Grandmother Woods, her words dripping with venom. He felt a chill run down his spine. Did she really just say that? “Grandma, I don’t understand what you mean. You know how much I love Jasmine!” Henry’s voice trembled, the pain and confusion clear in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Grandma Woods didn’t flinch. She folded her arms, eyes narrowing as if she were looking at something beneath her. “If you truly loved my granddaughter, you’d be more than just a failure. You wouldn’t be standing here like a pathetic beggar…. You’ve been nothing but a burden to this family. A useless, lazy son-in-law who hasn’t added a single dollar to our empire. And now, you dare ask for one million dollars? Have you completely lost your mind?” The room grew tense. Henry could feel several eyes boring into him, but none felt as sharp as Grandma Woods’ words. He glanced at Jasmine, sta
The Slumdog Billionaire 2. Mysterious Limousine
Chapter Two On his way out, Stefan poured wine on the floor and it stained Henry’s only khaki trouser. “Oh , that was totally a mistake. I will check and see if I have any old boxers of mine to dash your poor ass” He said, smirking wickedly. Without waiting for a response Henry turned and walked out of the lavish party which cost about 9 million dollars to decorate. Jasmine’s tears were streaming down her face as she watched Henry leave the ballroom. She felt helpless, torn between the love of her life and the overbearing control of her family. Her grandmother, Grandmother Woods, turned to her sharply, her eyes filled with disdain. "Stop crying, Jasmine. Close your mouth," Grandmother Woods ordered, her voice cold and unforgiving. “You’ll divorce him if he refuses to do it himself. That boy is a stain on this family, and I won’t allow him to drag us down any longer.” Jasmine wiped her eyes, shaking her head. “Why would I do that? Henry has been nothing but a good and r
The Slumdog Billionaire 3. 50 Billion Dollars Black Card
Chapter Three His sharp, cold eyes locked onto Henry, and without a word, he gestured for Henry to approach. Henry hesitated, his instincts telling him to run, but something about the man’s calm demeanour held him in place. “You’re Henry, correct?” the man asked, his voice authoritative. “Who are you?” The man didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped aside, motioning for Henry to get into the limousine. “Get in. We need to talk,” he said, leaving no room for argument. Henry glanced around, his heart still racing, unsure of what to do. He was desperate, and desperate men don’t have the luxury of asking too many questions. He took a deep breath and stepped inside the limousine, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. Henry sat stiffly in the back of the luxurious limousine, glancing nervously at the man in the black suit sitting across from him. The silence was thick, and Henry, still rattled from nearly being hit by the car, finally broke it. “Who are yo
The Slumdog Billionaire 4. Consortium Heir
Chapter Four Mr. Anderson nodded understandingly. “Take all the time you need, young master. I’ll be waiting for your call whenever you’re ready.” Henry stepped out of the car, his mind still reeling from everything he had just heard. The limousine quietly pulled away, leaving him standing outside the hospital, the black card burning a hole in his pocket. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that this was some kind of dream. Was he really a billionaire heir? Was all of this true? But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. The reverend's sister's life was hanging in the balance. He rushed back into the hospital and went straight to the head doctor, handing him the black card. The doctor eyed him curiously. “Are you sure this will work?” he asked, swiping the card into the payment system. Henry nodded, though doubt still gnawed at him. But to his surprise, the machine beeped, and the doctor’s eyes widened. “Congratulations,” the doctor said, glancing up at Henry with surpris
The Slumdog Billionaire 5. Am I Dreaming?
Chapter Five "I’m so sorry, Henry," Jasmine whispered, her voice trembling as she touched his bruised arm. "You don’t deserve this." Henry smiled weakly and kissed her on the forehead. "Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine." That night, after the argument settled, Henry had no choice but to sleep on the cold floor, as he often did. His mother-in-law had made it clear long ago that he wasn’t allowed to share the bed with Jasmine. Early the next morning, Henry woke up before dawn, his body stiff and sore from the hard floor. Jasmine was still asleep, and he leaned down to gently kiss her forehead. She stirred slightly, smiling up at him. “I promise, Jasmine,” Henry said quietly, “I’ll work hard. I’ll make sure you live like the queen you deserve to be.” Jasmine chuckled softly, still half asleep. “Stop dreaming, Henry. We’re poor, and now I don’t even have an allowance. Grandma cut me off. They’ll never let us live in peace.” Henry hesitated, wanting to tell her about
The Slumdog Billionaire 6. Lost 500 Million Dollars
Chapter Six The receptionist’s eyes widened for a brief second, and then she quickly stood up, her posture becoming more respectful. “Oh! Of course, Mr. Henry Knight.The vice president has been expecting you.” Her sudden change in tone caught Henry off guard, but he followed her as she led him to a private glass elevator. The elevator had a spectacular view of the city as it ascended, and Henry couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe as the towering buildings of the metropolis came into view. When the elevator reached one of the highest floors, the doors slid open with a soft *ding*. Henry stepped out and immediately found himself in front of an office that was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was sleek, modern, and smelled faintly of expensive perfume. The vice president’s office was filled with rich, dark furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the skyline. But what really caught Henry off guard was the person standing behind the d
The Slumdog Billionaire 7. The Secret Young Master
Chapter Seven Stella’s eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth to fire back, but Stefan quickly placed a hand on her arm, squeezing it gently. “Don’t,” he whispered, his voice tight with warning. “We need this contract with Hexagon. Don’t mess this up.” Stella bit her tongue, glaring at the receptionist, but she stayed silent. Stefan continued to whisper urgently, “If we don’t get this contract, all our investments will be ruined. We’ll go bankrupt. My father assured me that Hexagon is one of his partners for electricity supply, so we should have an advantage. Don’t blow it.” Stella, still fuming, nodded reluctantly. Her bratty, spoiled nature made it hard for her to stay quiet, but she understood how high the stakes were. Without Hexagon, their entire financial future was in jeopardy. Two hours dragged by, and no one had attended to them. Stella’s patience finally snapped. She stood up abruptly and marched over to the receptionist’s desk, her face twisted with anger.
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225. My Girlfriend Left Me For A Rich Man
Ethan wiped the sweat off his brow, exhaustion settling deep into his bones as he made his way back to Martha’s house. The past few days had been a whirlwind of planning, preparing, and waiting for Eric’s inevitable return. But tonight, all he wanted was a moment of peace.As he approached the house, something felt... off. The front door was slightly ajar, and a flickering light came from inside. Ethan frowned, his gut twisting with unease. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside cautiously.Then he heard it.A soft giggle. A low murmur.His heart clenched as he followed the sound, his footsteps eerily silent against the wooden floor. As he reached the doorway to the small sitting area, the sight before him made his blood run cold.There she was—Sophia, his girlfriend, the only person he thought he could trust—wrapped in the arms of a man he didn’t recognize. A man dressed in an expensive suit, dripping with wealth and arrogance. Ethan stood frozen, staring at them. Sophia’s laughte
224. Life Is Not Fair
Ethan’s eyes followed the shadowy figure as it slipped beyond the settlement’s fence, disappearing into the thick underbrush beyond. His pulse quickened. It could’ve been anyone, but deep down, he knew Eric wasn’t done with him. He turned back toward Martha’s house, his mind racing with possibilities. Had Eric found new allies? Was he planning his revenge? The thought made Ethan’s jaw tighten. He had come too far to let Eric drag him back down.Martha was waiting for him on the porch, her expression knowing. “You saw something, didn’t you?”Ethan nodded, sitting down beside her, his hands clenched into fists. “Someone’s watching me.”Martha exhaled slowly, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon. “Eric’s got a long reach, Ethan. He might be out of sight, but he’s never really gone.”Ethan rubbed his temples, the weight of her words settling over him like a heavy cloak. “I need to be ready.”Martha nodded. “You’re smart, kid. But don’t let anger cloud your judgment. He’s counting on you ma
223. The Rise Of The Heir
Ethan stood at the edge of the settlement, watching the dust settle as Eric was dragged away by the settlement leaders. The air was thick with murmurs, a mixture of anger and relief rippling through the crowd. For the first time since arriving, Ethan felt a small glimmer of hope. But he also knew that Eric’s departure didn’t mean the fight was over.Martha stood beside him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “You did good, Ethan,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “But don’t think this means your troubles are over.”Ethan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know. Eric might be out of the way for now, but I doubt this is the last we’ll hear of him.”Martha nodded. “You’re right. Guys like Eric don’t disappear so easily.”Ethan watched as the crowd slowly dispersed, people casting him curious glances. Some were nods of approval, others still wary. He couldn’t blame them. He had come in as an outsider, someone they didn’t trust. And while he had exposed Eric, earning thei
222. The Counterstrike
Ethan barely slept that night, his mind racing with every possible way to bring Eric down without getting himself—or anyone else—hurt. He couldn’t keep running, and he couldn’t live under Eric’s constant threats. If he wanted a future, he had to take control of the present.At dawn, he stood outside Martha’s house, staring at the dusty horizon. The settlement was quiet, the calm before the inevitable storm. He felt Martha’s presence before she spoke.“You’ve got that look in your eyes,” she said softly.Ethan didn’t turn. “What look?”“The one people get before they do something dangerous.”Ethan sighed, his shoulders tense. “I don’t have a choice, Martha. If I don’t stop him, he’ll never let me go.”Martha walked up beside him, her voice heavy with concern. “You can’t beat Eric at his own game, Ethan. He’s got too many people in his pocket.”Ethan finally turned to her, determination burning in his eyes. “Then I’ll change the game.”Martha studied him for a moment, then sighed, shaki
221. Fighting Back My Bullies
Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest as he walked away from the scrapyard, every step feeling heavier than the last. He could still hear Eric’s mocking laughter echoing behind him, but he forced himself to keep going. The cold night air bit at his skin, and for the first time in a long while, he felt the sting of fear creeping into his bones. Turning a corner, he finally reached Martha’s house. The old wooden door creaked slightly as he pushed it open. Martha was sitting at the table, a dim oil lamp casting soft shadows across her face. She didn’t look surprised to see him come back empty-handed.“So,” she said quietly, stirring a cup of tea. “You gave it back.”Ethan nodded, sinking into the chair across from her. “I had to. I couldn’t do it anymore.”Martha studied him for a long moment before nodding. “Good. But you know he won’t let it slide, right?”Ethan ran a hand through his hair, his exhaustion evident. “Yeah. I know.”Martha sighed, leaning back in her chair. “Eric’s the kind
220. The Billion Dollars Deal
Ethan sat at the worn kitchen table, staring at the stack of cash in front of him. It wasn’t much—not nearly enough to get him out of this place—but it felt like a ticking time bomb. Every crinkled bill reminded him of the sirens, the shouts, and the pounding footsteps from the night before. Martha stood by the stove, her back to him, stirring a pot of something that smelled faintly of boiled potatoes. She hadn’t said much since he returned, but her silence spoke louder than words.Finally, she turned, wiping her hands on a rag. “You gonna sit there all day staring at it?” she asked, her voice laced with quiet disappointment.Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do with it.”Martha pulled out a chair and sat across from him. “That money’s got weight to it, Ethan. And it ain’t the kind that fills your pockets—it’s the kind that drags you down.”Ethan swallowed hard. “I thought it would feel different.”“It never does,” she said softly. “Easy money alway
219. The Bully Fooled Me
Ethan barely slept that night. Every time he closed his eyes, the blaring siren echoed in his ears, the pounding of his heart matching the frantic rhythm of their escape. The stolen duffel bag sat in the corner of the room, a constant reminder of what he had done. He wanted to convince himself it was worth it—that the money inside would help him escape this place. But deep down, he knew that line had been crossed.At dawn, he sat up, rubbing his aching legs. Martha’s voice floated in from the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast. The calmness of the house was a stark contrast to the chaos raging inside him.Ethan sighed, standing up and forcing himself to walk to the kitchen. Martha glanced at him, her sharp eyes immediately noticing the dark circles under his eyes.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, setting a bowl of porridge on the table.Ethan sat down but didn’t touch the food. “I didn’t sleep much.”Martha didn’t say anything for a moment, stirring her te
218. I Need 1,000,000,000
Morning came too soon. Ethan lay awake on the stiff cot in Martha’s house, staring at the ceiling as the weight of his decision pressed against his chest. The settlement was already stirring, the distant hum of activity seeping through the thin walls. But his thoughts were louder.He had until sundown to give Eric an answer. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself there was another way, he kept circling back to the same conclusion: *He needed the money.*Pushing himself up with a groan, Ethan swung his legs over the side of the cot and rubbed his sore eyes. The fight with Eric, the grueling work, and the sleepless nights were taking their toll. But he couldn’t afford to stop.Martha was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of thin porridge when he walked in. She glanced at him, her eyes searching his face. “You look like a man with too many thoughts in his head,” she said without turning away from the stove.Ethan shrugged, taking a seat at the small wooden table. “I’m fine.”Ma
217. Stop! He Is A Billionaire’s Son
Ethan stood outside the mill, staring at the cracked wooden door. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat hammering a question into his mind. Was this the right choice? He knew the risks, but the desperate need to escape this place gnawed at him like a wild animal. If Eric’s offer could bring him one step closer to his old life, was it worth it?He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.Inside, the air was thick with the scent of oil and damp wood. A single flickering bulb cast shadows across the room, where Eric and his usual crew lounged against rusted machinery. Their eyes locked onto Ethan the moment he stepped inside.“Look who finally showed up,” Eric drawled, a smug grin spreading across his face.Ethan crossed his arms, keeping his expression neutral. “I’m here. What’s the job?”Eric chuckled and leaned against an old crate. “Straight to business. I like that.” He gestured to a smaller guy standing by his side, someone Ethan hadn’t seen before. The guy opened a duffel
