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The Slumdog Billionaire 92. The Magical Ring
Chapter Ninety Two Henry barely had a chance to argue with the security guards who had gathered around him, their expressions tense and expectant, waiting for his confession. “Gentlemen, you have the wrong person!” Henry protested, trying to keep his voice calm but firm. “I didn’t destroy the painting. Mr. Woods was the one who—” One of the guards interrupted him, shaking his head. “Sir, we need you to cooperate. The gallery manager and several witnesses have stated that you were involved.” Henry’s frustration boiled over. But just as he was about to defend himself, his eyes drifted to the painting, now abandoned on the floor. His anger faded, replaced by an odd sense of wonder. There was something strangely captivating about the artwork, even with the fresh tear marring its beauty. Ignoring the murmurs of the guards, Henry crouched down, his hand reaching out as if on instinct. He gently lifted the edge of the canvas, examining the fine details up close. The brushstrokes were
The Slumdog Billionaire 93. 200,000$ Dollars
Chapter Ninety Three Henry felt the weight of the manager’s gaze, a piercing suspicion that seemed to linger on his every move. He clenched his fist around the ring, aware that any sudden gesture could draw unwanted attention to it. The last thing he needed was trouble, especially with the strange power he sensed radiating from the ring. Keeping his tone low and steady, he turned to the manager. “I’ll pay for the damages,” he said, a quiet conviction in his voice. The manager raised an eyebrow, sneering. “You? Pay?” He scoffed, crossing his arms as he took a step closer, looking Henry up and down with disdain. “You expect me to believe nobody like you, a beggar who can’t even earn his father-in-law’s respect, can afford to pay $250,000? Is this some kind of joke?” Henry forced himself to remain calm, suppressing the anger that threatened to boil over. The manager’s words stung, but he kept his focus on the ring. As it seemed to pulse on his finger as though reminding him to
The Slumdog Billionaire 94. Fake Billionaire Heir
Chapter Ninety Four Henry was knee-deep in soap suds, mopping the glossy marble floors of the gallery. The irony was sharp, but he held his head high, trying to ignore the stinging humiliation that clung to him like the scent of cleaning chemicals. The ring on his finger pulsed faintly, as though reminding him of its presence, of the strange pull it held over him. And then, almost without thought, he found himself standing in front of the torn artwork—the one that had ignited this chain of ridicule and disbelief. Without understanding why, Henry reached out, his fingers hovering over the torn canvas. He could feel the texture of the fabric beneath his fingertips, the brushstrokes and pigments alive under the lights. Then, in a trance-like state, he lifted the painting from the wall, his hands moving instinctively. He didn’t even realize he was moving toward the back storage room until he stood before shelves of painting supplies, reaching for brushes, paints, and an assort
The Slumdog Billionaire 95. The Boss Daughter Is Sexy
Chapter Ninety Five Henry barely noticed Léa’s scrutinizing gaze as she examined the restored painting. When she turned back to him, a flicker of intrigue lit her eyes, softened only slightly by the hint of a smile. "How did you know what to do?" she asked, her voice sharp but laced with genuine curiosity. “That technique—no one has used it in decades, and few have ever even heard of it. So, tell me, Mr. Knight, how did you do it?" Henry glanced down at his hands, still feeling the strange warmth from the ring. He opened his mouth, unsure how to explain something he didn’t fully understand himself. “Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before. It felt like… instinct. Something just guided me.” Léa’s brows lifted, a skeptical smirk playing on her lips, but before she could question him further, her eyes sharpened as though she’d remembered something urgent. She placed her perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder, the pressure light but commanding. Her n
The Slumdog Billionaire 96. Wayward Heir
Chapter Ninety Six Jasper leaned back, savoring the taste of smoke and the burn of liquor as he glanced around the room. The haze of shisha filled the air, clouding the small VIP lounge in a mix of spices and tobacco. He could feel the weight of eyes on him, the girls' laughter dancing around his ears, each one vying for a moment of his attention. One of the girls leaned in close, her perfume filling his senses, warm and floral, cutting through the dense smoke. Her hand brushed his jaw, her fingers lingering as she whispered, “So, tell us, Mr. Future CEO, when do we get to see this empire of yours?” Jasper chuckled, the sound deep and careless. "Soon, sweetheart. Soon enough, the world will be ours." His voice dripped with confidence, his eyes glinting with a cocky thrill as he threw back another shot, the fiery liquid trailing down his throat. Another girl, with dark eyes that seemed to spark under the low lights, slipped onto his lap, her fingers tracing the collar of his shir
The Slumdog Billionaire 97. New Senator’s Mistress
Chapter Ninety Seven Henry’s phone buzzed sharply on his desk, piercing through the silence of his office. Glancing down, he saw Damon’s name flash across the screen, but when he answered, he was met with only ragged breaths and desperate gasps. “Damon?” Henry’s voice rose, laced with urgency. “Are you… are you okay?” Through the phone, he heard Damon’s strained voice, barely a whisper, as though each word took all the strength he had. “Henry… please… I—” The words faltered, then the line went silent except for Damon’s harsh, shallow breaths. Henry’s heart pounded, a knot of worry tightening in his chest. Without a second thought, he abandoned the stacks of paperwork before him, his hands moving on instinct as he activated the hidden switch for the private elevator in his office. The elevator descended silently, cutting through floors to the underground exit reserved for the inner circle of the HEXAGON CONSORTIUM. Emerging into the dim light, he dialed an Uber and waited, every s
The Slumdog Billionaire 98. The Arrogant Senator
Chapter Ninety Eight Damon took a deep, shaky breath, his voice raw and trembling as he looked at Henry. “She… she demanded the raw gold jar you gifted me, Henry,” Damon began, his hands trembling. “The one you gave me when I opened this pharmacy.” Henry’s eyes narrowed, his mouth pressing into a thin line as he listened. “When I told her I was going to divorce her… she didn’t even care. She just laughed, told me I was a ‘poor fool,’ and then… then, she had her new man—the senator—send his boys to beat the life out of me. My own wife just stood there, laughing as they kicked me, mocking me, calling me a ‘worthless man.’” Damon’s voice broke, and he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. “She… she actually looked at me, laughing, like I was nothing. She insulted me, said I was lucky she even bothered to look in my direction. And while I was on the ground, Henry, beaten half to death… she let that senator put his hands all over her. He… he kissed her, grabbed her li
The Slumdog Billionaire 99. From Boss To Kung Fu Lord
Chapter Ninety Nine The senator staggered back, gasping for breath, his eyes darting around the wrecked pharmacy. His men were groaning on the floor, beaten and bruised, and Damon’s pharmacy looked like a battleground. His eyes flickered to his phone. “I’ll call the police,” he muttered, half to himself, reaching into his pocket. But then, a thought struck him cold. The police? With his wife and four children overseas? If this turned into a public mess, he’d lose everything he’d carefully built. The scandal could destroy his career . All it would take was one headline, and he’d be finished—disgraced as the senator who couldn’t control his wife or his own thugs. He clenched his jaw, his hand frozen over his phone. “No,” he murmured, drawing himself up and straightening his tie, his mind already racing for a different solution. “I need someone better than police. I need… an expert.” The senator’s face twisted into a sneer as he thought of Henry standing there, smug and self-assu
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183. Thrills and Bills
Jasmine lay in Henry's arms, her skin still tingling from the intensity of their connection. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting warm shadows that danced across the walls. Henry’s hand rested on her hip, his thumb brushing lazy circles against her skin, sending small shivers coursing through her body.She shifted slightly, turning to face him. His dark eyes met hers, filled with a blend of tenderness and desire that made her heart skip a beat. She reached up, tracing her fingers along his jawline, marveling at how someone so strong, so protective, could also make her feel so cherished.“You’re quiet,” she whispered, her voice soft but teasing. “What are you thinking about?”Henry’s lips curved into a small smile as his hand slid up to rest on her waist. “You,” he replied simply. “And how impossible it feels to stop touching you.”Her cheeks flushed, and she let out a soft laugh, her fingers trailing down to his chest. “Good,” she murmured, leaning closer until their fa
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182. Billionaire’s Babe
Jasmine lay tangled in the sheets, her skin still warm from the firelight and Henry’s touch. The world outside felt far away, as if they were cocooned in their own bubble of safety and intimacy. She turned her head, her eyes tracing the strong lines of Henry’s face as he lay beside her, propped up on one elbow. His gaze was fixed on her, dark and intent, yet filled with a softness that melted her heart.“You’re staring,” she teased, her voice light but trembling with lingering emotion.“Can you blame me?” Henry murmured, his hand trailing lazily over her arm. “You’re mesmerizing.”Her cheeks flushed, and she let out a small laugh, her hand coming up to rest against his chest. “You always know exactly what to say.”“That’s because I mean every word,” he replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. His lips lingered there, warm and tender, before moving to her cheek and finally brushing against her lips.The kiss was slow at first, their breaths mingling as their lips mov
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181. Love Still Wins
Jasmine sat on the edge of the bed, her mind still spinning from the events of the day. The room was quiet, save for the crackling of the fireplace casting warm shadows across the walls. The soft glow bathed her skin, highlighting the curve of her shoulders as she slipped out of her sweater, her movements slow and deliberate. She needed a moment to breathe, to feel something other than fear.The door creaked open, and she looked up to see Henry stepping inside, his shirt untucked, the bandage on his side peeking through. His dark eyes softened when they met hers, and for the first time in hours, she saw a flicker of calm in his expression.“You should be resting,” Jasmine said, her voice soft but teasing.Henry’s lips curved into a faint smile as he closed the door behind him. “So should you,” he replied, walking toward her.She stood, the weight of the day heavy on her shoulders as he closed the distance between them. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and
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180. Blood And Billions
Jasmine sat on the edge of the cabin bed, her hands resting gently on her swollen belly. The soft flicker of the fire illuminated the room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The forest was quiet, save for the distant hum of insects and the occasional rustle of leaves outside. For the first time in days, she felt a sense of calm, albeit fragile. Henry was crouched by the window, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter.“Henry,” she called softly, her voice breaking the stillness. “Do you think… do you think we’ll ever have a normal life? For the baby?”He turned to her, his expression softening as he walked over and knelt in front of her. His hands rested on her knees, his thumb brushing her skin reassuringly. “We will,” he said, his voice steady. “I promise, Jasmine. I’ll do whatever it takes to give you both the life you deserve.”Her heart ached at the conviction in his voice. She reached out, cupping his face with her hands. “I just want us to be safe, Henry. That’s all I wan
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179. Clash Of Inheritances
I The villa’s tranquil silence was shattered by the unmistakable hum of a drone overhead. Jasmine froze mid-step, her pulse quickening as she exchanged a panicked look with Henry. He straightened, his expression sharpening instantly. Eva, stationed by the window, grabbed her tablet and tapped furiously, her eyes scanning the feed from the villa’s security cameras.“We’ve got movement,” Eva announced, her tone clipped. “Three vehicles approaching from the east, no visible insignias. They’re not here for a friendly visit.”Henry’s jaw tightened, his protective instincts kicking in. He reached for the small handgun tucked into his waistband, checking the clip with practiced precision. Jasmine’s hand instinctively moved to her belly, her fear mounting as she looked between the two of them.“Henry, what’s going on?” she whispered, her voice trembling.“They’ve found us,” he said grimly, his eyes never leaving Eva. “How long do we have?”“Ten minutes, maybe less,” Eva replied, her fingers f
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179. Assassinate The Heir
Jasmine’s heart pounded as she ran up the dimly lit staircase, her hand instinctively clutching her growing belly. Tears blurred her vision, but her focus remained sharp: she had to get away. Henry’s voice echoed in her mind, his plea to protect their baby driving her forward.The air in the stairwell was cold and metallic, the faint scent of oil and concrete lingering as her footsteps echoed against the walls. She reached the rooftop, her chest heaving as she pushed open the heavy metal door. The cool night air hit her like a slap, and for a moment, she stood still, catching her breath and trying to clear her mind.Below, the city stretched out in a sea of glittering lights. It was surreal—beautiful yet indifferent to her panic, her fear. Jasmine wrapped her arms around herself, her breath visible in the cold air as she looked around for an escape. She spotted a maintenance shed in the corner and moved toward it cautiously, her legs trembling.Her phone buzzed in her pocket, startlin
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177.Protect The Baby
The days turned into weeks, and Jasmine’s pregnancy began to show. She often caught herself standing in front of the mirror, her hands cradling the small but growing bump. It was surreal, knowing that a tiny life was forming inside her, half of her and half of Henry. The emotions were overwhelming at times—joy, fear, hope, and doubt—all swirling together.Henry, on the other hand, seemed to have taken the news in stride. He was attentive, always ready with her favorite snacks when cravings struck or a pillow for her aching back. But beneath his calm exterior, Jasmine could sense his tension. There were moments when she’d catch him staring out the window, his jaw tight, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.“Henry,” she asked one evening, as they sat together in the living room. “Are you okay? You’ve seemed… distant.”He turned to her, his face softening. “I’m fine, Jasmine. Just thinking about everything. About the future.”Her fingers tightened around his. “You’re not having second thought
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176. Pregnant With Heir
Jasmine sat at the edge of the bathtub, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the small white stick in her trembling hands. The seconds stretched into what felt like hours, the room spinning around her as she tried to make sense of the emotions coursing through her.The two faint pink lines stared back at her, undeniable and impossible to ignore.“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.She set the test down carefully on the counter and pressed her hands to her face, her breathing shallow. The rush of emotions was overwhelming—fear, excitement, disbelief, and, above all, a deep uncertainty. This was not how she had imagined finding out. This was not how she had planned it.The sound of the front door opening and closing pulled her from her spiraling thoughts. Henry was home.“Jasmine?” his deep, familiar voice called out from the hallway. “Are you upstairs?”She quickly grabbed the test and shoved it into the drawer beneath the si
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175. The Bastardized Heir
The penthouse was dimly lit, the warm glow of candles casting flickering shadows across the room. Jasmine walked in cautiously, her breath catching at the sight before her. The space had been completely transformed. A trail of red rose petals led from the entrance, winding through the living room and up the stairs, each step illuminated by soft tea lights. The faint scent of jasmine and vanilla filled the air, mingling with the sound of a slow, sultry jazz melody playing in the background.Her heart raced as she followed the trail, her bare feet brushing against the soft petals. At the top of the stairs, the double doors to their bedroom were ajar, and golden light spilled through the crack. She pushed them open slowly, her eyes widening as she stepped inside.The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow. More candles lined every surface, their light dancing against the silk-draped canopy of the bed. A bottle of champagne sat chilling on a nearby table, two crystal flutes waiting beside
