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The Slumdog Billionaire 129. The Trap
Henry stood there, the hum of the engines a constant reminder that they were airborne, untethered from the world below. The gold bar caught his gaze again, its shine unrelenting under the dim lights. It wasn’t just wealth sitting there—it was a problem, one that carried the weight of Léa’s warning.He poured another drink, the clink of ice breaking the stillness. The whiskey swirled, amber and hypnotic, before he downed it in one gulp. The burn seared his throat, but it was a welcome distraction.The door opened again. This time, Simon’s frame filled the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room with precision.“Trouble?” Simon asked, his voice low, measured.Henry didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned the glass in his hand, the grooves pressing into his palm. Finally, he spoke.“Just questions without answers.”Simon stepped in, closing the door behind him. “Questions, or regrets?”Henry’s jaw tightened. “What do you know about regrets?”Simon smirked, leaning against the wal
The Slumdog Billionaire 130. The poor son Inlaw
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 how kind and considera
The Slumdog Billionaire 131. Plane Crash
The plane shuddered again, a deafening explosion rocking the cabin. Henry tightened his grip on the edge of the doorframe, his voice cutting through the chaos.“Simon, status!” he barked.Simon’s voice crackled over the intercom, strained but clear. “We’re losing altitude! They’ve taken out one of the engines. We’ve got minutes, maybe less.”Henry turned to Léa, his gaze fierce. “You still think this is suicide?”Léa loaded her gun with a sharp click, her expression hardening. “If it is, I’m taking a few of them with me.”“Good,” Henry said. “Because there’s no turning back now.”The sound of bullets ripping through the plane’s exterior filled the cabin, the metallic screeches clawing at their ears. Henry kicked open the side hatch, the icy wind howling as it rushed in, whipping against their faces and stinging their skin.“Stay low!” he shouted over the roaring wind. “We need to hold them off until Simon gets us closer to the ground.”Léa pressed her back against the wall, her finger
The Slumdog Billionaire 133. Billionaire’s Side Job
The boardroom buzzed with tension, a low hum of murmurs rippling through the crowd of executives seated at the sleek glass table. At the head of it all, Henry leaned back in his chair, his sharp, tailored suit immaculate despite the war brewing in the room. He exuded a quiet, dangerous confidence, his gaze cutting across the room like a blade.“Mr. Knight,” began Richard, one of the senior board members. His tone was a calculated mix of arrogance and politeness. “This… proposal of yours—buying out LuxCorp at a premium—feels reckless. Their stock is plummeting. They’re dead weight.”Henry smirked, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the table. The sound was subtle yet commanding, silencing the murmurs.“You think LuxCorp is dead weight, Richard?” he asked, his voice cool and deliberate. “That’s because you lack vision. It’s not their present value that matters. It’s what they can become.”A snide laugh came from another corner of the table. Victoria, the CFO, leaned forward, her manic
The Slumdog Billionaire 124. The Gamble
Henry stood by the towering windows of his penthouse office, the city sprawled below like a glittering jewel. The faint hum of the espresso machine on the side table mingled with the faint tick of the clock. His phone vibrated on the desk behind him, but he ignored it. Tonight was too important for distractions. He had spent years building this empire, clawing his way up from the trenches, and now, every decision he made had the power to reshape industries.“Mr. Knight,” Callie’s voice interrupted his thoughts as she entered the office briskly. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, her expression sharp. “The deal is on the line. You need to be at the gala. They won’t wait forever.”Henry turned, his gaze cool but unwavering. “Let them sweat. They need this partnership more than I do.”Callie arched an eyebrow. “You’re confident as ever. But LuxCorp isn’t out of the woods yet. If this merger falls through—”“It won’t,” Henry interrupted, his voice calm but with a dangerous edge
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
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