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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
The Slumdog Billionaire 27. The Bad Doctor
Chapter Twenty Seven Henry chuckled as he listened to Zack’s mocking tone on the other end of the line. “Money won’t be a problem,” Henry replied confidently. But before he could say more, Zack interrupted, laughing loudly. “I’m coming downstairs. Give me a minute,” Zack said with a sly undertone, and the line went dead. Henry pocketed his phone, standing calmly by the entrance as he waited. The evening breeze brushed against his skin, but his thoughts were far from serene. He hadn’t expected Zack to be involved with this place, let alone treat him with such open hostility. As he looked around the lush surroundings of The Garden of Eden, he wondered what exactly had changed between them. A few minutes later, Zack stepped out of the building, strutting toward Henry in a three-piece designer suit that seemed a little too snug on his body. The buttons strained, and his confident walk had a hint of arrogance. As he reached Henry, Zack burst into laughter. “I had to see you for my
The Slumdog Billionaire 28. The Italian Mafia
Chapter Twenty Eight *Boom doom krrrsk* Henry's fist connected with Zack's gut, hard. The impact made Zack buckle over instantly, gasping for air as he crumpled to the floor like a weakling. He groaned in pain, clutching his stomach, but before he could recover, Henry's face was already twisted with fury. "You ruined my life as a doctor," Henry seethed, standing over Zack with clenched fists. "And don't you ever dare insult my wife again." Zack, fueled by a mix of rage and humiliation, scrambled to his feet. "You think you can hit me?!" he spat, swinging wildly at Henry, but he was too slow. Henry easily sidestepped his weak attempt and retaliated with a brutal right hook that sent Zack stumbling back, his lip splitting open. Blood sprayed across Zack's face, staining his designer suit. “You're pathetic," Henry muttered under his breath as he delivered another punch to Zack's jaw, knocking out one of his teeth. The blood poured from Zack's mouth as he cried out in pain, d
The Slumdog Billionaire 29. The Powerful Boss
Chapter Twenty Nine Zack stumbled down the hallway, blood still trickling from his mouth, his body aching from the punches Henry had delivered. His mind was spinning, but one thought kept repeating in his head—Who the hell is Henry Knights? He couldn’t wrap his head around it. How could this “nobody” have the power to call in someone like Isabella? Someone with enough authority to fire a whole team of security without even breaking a sweat? Zack wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, his teeth clenched in rage. As he turned a corner, he spotted the security guards who had just been fired because of him. Their faces were red with anger, their fists balled as they gathered in a tight group, muttering amongst themselves. “What do you want?” Zack sneered, still trying to keep a shred of his dignity intact. One of the guards, a large man with tattoos snaking up his arms, stepped forward. His face was filled with fury. “You got us all fired, you piece of trash,” he
The Slumdog Billionaire 30. The Fake Birkin
Chapter Thirty Henry leaned back against the couch, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was time to set the final part of his plan into motion. He texted Mr. Anderson, his trusted confidant, to send in a dispatch rider with the clothes and bags he had picked out for Jasmine. “Make sure everything arrives on time, and add a little note that says ‘To my queen, from your loving husband. I can’t wait to see you shine.’” Henry smiled to himself as he hit send. He could already picture her face when she opened the gifts. After texting Anderson, he rose from the couch and made his way upstairs to their bedroom, where Jasmine was still sleeping soundly. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead. Jasmine stirred, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. “Good morning, birthday girl,” Henry whispered, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Jasmine blinked, still groggy but now fully awake. Before she could say a word, Henry started singing the familiar tune
The Slumdog Billionaire 31. The Sweet Virgin
Chapter Thirty One Henry held Jasmine's hand as they stepped out of the limousine and walked toward *The Garden of Eden.* It was unlike any place Jasmine had ever seen. The marble pathway shimmered under the soft sunlight, and exotic flowers adorned every corner. The air smelled sweet, a delicate mixture of jasmine and lavender that filled her senses. As they approached the entrance, the staff immediately greeted them with warm smiles, bowing slightly as they opened the tall golden doors for the couple. Jasmine’s eyes widened as she took in the beauty around her. The garden was like a scene out of a fairy tale. Fountains cascaded into clear pools, birds chirped in the trees, and the soft sound of a violin played in the distance. “This place is unreal,” she whispered in awe, her fingers tightening around Henry’s hand. Henry smiled, pleased with her reaction. “I wanted today to be special for you. You deserve nothing less.” They were guided to a private section of the garden, whe
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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,
