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The Slumdog Billionaire 62. Hilton Hotel
Chapter Sixty TwoJasper woke up the next day, his head pounding, his body aching, and his mind buzzing with the sting of humiliation. His jaw clenched as flashes of the previous night surfaced—his drunken, disheveled self, sprawled outside the penthouse, Anastasia’s cold slap, and Henry’s smug, silent judgment. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fists balling under the covers as anger rose inside him.“Mocking me… that bastard’s probably laughing at me right now,” he muttered, his voice low, bitter. His mother’s disappointment was inevitable; he knew she would be waiting, ready to unleash her sharp words and disappointed looks, rubbing salt into his wounds.Unable to face her, he decided to slip out quietly. He tossed on some clothes, threw on a cap to shield his face, and left the house through a side entrance. It was early, the morning chill biting at him as he hurried down the street, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to escape—to find a place where he didn’t have to face anyone’
The Slumdog Billionaire 63. 20 bodyguards
Chapter Sixty-ThreeAnastasia’s voice came through with a rush of excitement as Jasmine answered her call.“Guess what? I got the job!” Anastasia’s voice practically sparkled over the phone, her excitement filling every word.Jasmine let out a loud, happy squeal. “You did?! Anna, that’s amazing! I knew you’d crush it!”Anastasia chuckled, clearly thrilled. “Thank you, Jas. I was so nervous, but I pulled through! I’m thinking… we have to celebrate. Just us. I found this gorgeous place online called the Garden of Eden—supposed to be breathtaking. What do you think?”Jasmine practically bounced on her feet. “I love that place! It’s perfect. Yes, yes, let’s do it! I’ll be there.”Later, Jasmine could hardly contain her excitement as she rushed over to Henry, who was deep in work mode. His brow furrowed as he considered his upcoming meeting, a high-stakes international deal he’d been preparing for. But then Jasmine appeared, her smile lighting up the room.“Henry!” she said, almost dancing
The Slumdog Billionaire 64. The Spy
Chapter Sixty FourThe crowd outside the Garden of Eden buzzed with restless energy. Anastasia turned, her eyes narrowed with curiosity and a touch of frustration. She glanced back at Henry and Jasmine.“What’s going on here?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Why are we being blocked?”One of the guards, stone-faced, stepped forward. “The entire place is reserved,” he stated, his voice curt, yet strangely respectful.“Reserved?” Anastasia repeated, raising an eyebrow. “For who?”The guard maintained his impassive expression. “A high-priority guest. Supreme importance. The entire venue will be closed down for the week.”A ripple of discontent spread through the crowd, with some well-dressed patrons murmuring in disbelief. A tall, sharply dressed man scoffed nearby, his eyes flashing with indignation.“This is ridiculous,” he growled, adjusting his gold cufflinks with an air of entitlement. “I’ll throw any amount of money to get in. Name your price.”Others in the crowd nodded, a wave of
The Slumdog Billionaire 65. The Dangerous Monster
Chapter Sixty FiveThe entire country seemed to be buzzing with activity.Every radio station, TV channel, and gossip magazine was aflame with speculation about an upcoming grand wedding. The prestigious Garden of Eden had been locked down for seven days, its iron gates guarded with the same intensity as a national treasure.News anchors filled the airwaves with breathless anticipation.“This is no ordinary wedding,” one exclaimed, eyes wide with intrigue. “The wine is coming straight from Italy, and the food? It’s all being flown in from the finest chefs in France! Rumor has it that no expense is being spared.”“But here’s the catch,” another anchor chimed in, glancing at her co-host with raised eyebrows. “No one knows who’s getting married. Not a single soul has seen an invitation, and the guest list remains a complete mystery.”A smirk played on her co-host’s lips. “You know what this could mean. It has to be royalty—a prince or maybe even a president. Who else could command that l
The Slumdog Billionaire 66.The G Wagon Bitch
Chapter Sixty SixHenry stopped, gripping the handlebars of his old bicycle tightly as he stared down the massive, snarling dog in front of him. Its low growl rumbled like thunder, teeth bared as it edged closer with each second. He tried to stand his ground, inhaling deeply to steady his nerves.“Hey! Go away!” Henry commanded, his voice wavering slightly. The dog ignored him, its focus unbroken as it crept closer, muscles tensed, eyes dark and threatening.To Henry’s frustration, the two security guards near the dealership entrance stood motionless, smirking slightly as if entertained by the scene.“Why aren’t you calling off this beast of a dog?!” he barked at them, a flash of irritation crossing his face.One of the guards, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a smirk plastered on his face, shrugged. “It’s just doing its job, sir,” he replied coolly, voice dripping with sarcasm. “We get plenty of people here trying to pose in front of the G-Wagons just for pictures. They pretend they
The Slumdog Billionaire 67. $1, 650,000.00
Chapter Sixty SevenFrustrated but determined, Henry pushed off on his bicycle, pedaling down the street, feeling the sting of humiliation settle into his bones. The wind was cool, but his mind was ablaze with the memory of that woman’s sneer, her dismissive tone echoing in his head.After a short ride, he approached the next dealership, a sleek Mercedes-Benz showroom. He hesitated for a second, catching his reflection in the glass: just him and his old bike. Shaking off the doubts, he stepped inside.Almost immediately, a young salesman approached, his expression warm and welcoming. Noticing Henry’s slightly worn look, the young man offered a sympathetic smile.“Welcome, sir. Would you like to take a seat?” he said, his voice kind and respectful. “Can I get you some cold water? You look like you’ve been through a lot.”Surprised by the warmth, Henry nodded, taking the offered seat gratefully as the young man handed him a cold bottle of water.“Thank you,” Henry murmured, taking a lo
The Slumdog Billionaire 68. Mercedes BenZ!
Chapter Sixty-EightHenry sat down in the sales office, signing each document with steady precision. The young salesman handed him the final paper, his hands slightly trembling as he watched Henry pull out a sleek black card. Henry swiped it smoothly, the room holding its breath as the machine processed.A second later, the screen flashed: *Transaction Approved.*The young salesman blinked, momentarily speechless. He had hoped Henry was serious, but to see that amount go through was a shock. And then, it hit him—his commission.“Sir, thank you! Thank you so much!” the salesman exclaimed, practically bouncing with joy. His face lit up, unable to contain his excitement as he realized he’d just earned a life-changing amount.“My family… sir, you don’t know what this means. I can finally help with bills back home, and… my brother! I can send him to college!” The salesman’s voice cracked slightly, his gratitude overflowing. He grabbed Henry’s hand, shaking it fervently. “You’re a blessing,
The Slumdog Billionaire 69. A Fraudster or A Drug Dealer?
Chapter Sixty-NineHenry chuckled softly, shaking his head. “No, love. I’m not hiding anything from you. Have you noticed how hard I’ve been working these past few days?I’ve been staying up late, making deals, and trying to get everything in order. I’ll tell you everything soon, I promise.” He paused, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Besides, you need this car for work, and I don’t. It’s my way of saying thank you for all your support.”Jasmine looked at him, her heart swelling. “Thank you for providing for us when I had nobody. You stood by me even when my family was against us. I’ll always be grateful.”As he spoke, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I know you’ve been working hard, Henry,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I believe you’ll be blessed with a good job and a better position in society.”“But I have a question, though,” she added, her brows furrowing slightly. “What will I do with the Mustang that Prince gave me? The one from Dubai?”Henry sighed,
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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’
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195. Vengeance Is For The Dead
The night was calm. The stars shined above the city like tiny lights in the dark sky. Henry and Jasmine stood close together on the balcony of their tall home. The city below was alive, full of people and cars, but up here, it was just the two of them.Jasmine leaned against Henry, her head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, keeping her safe and warm.“It feels good to be here,” Jasmine said softly. Her voice was calm, but there was happiness in it.Henry kissed her head gently. “It does. You make everything feel right.”Jasmine smiled. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. “Do you remember how hard everything used to be?”Henry nodded. “I do. But I also remember how strong we were. We fought through it all.”Jasmine placed her hand on his cheek. “We didn’t just fight. We won, Henry. Together.”Henry’s heart felt full. He took her hand in his and held it tightly. “You are my win, Jasmine. You and our baby. That’s all that matters.”The cool wind bl
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194. The Black Card
The day unfolded slowly, the sunlight spilling into the penthouse in golden waves. Henry and Jasmine lingered in bed longer than they had in years, savoring the rare stillness that came with knowing they were safe, their family whole. Outside, the hum of the city carried on, but inside, it felt as though time itself had slowed.Jasmine nestled closer into Henry’s chest, her fingers tracing small patterns across his skin. “It feels strange,” she murmured softly, her voice thick with contentment.“What does?” Henry asked, tilting his head to look down at her, his hand running gently up and down her back.“To finally have peace,” she said, her eyes distant for a moment. “No one chasing us. No one plotting. Just… us.”Henry’s hand stilled for a moment, his jaw tightening as he considered her words. “It won’t last forever,” he said quietly, his voice edged with the wisdom of experience. “People like Marcus—there’s always another waiting in the shadows. Someone who sees what we have and wan
