All Chapters of From Illegitimate To A Zillionaire Heir: Chapter 531
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Ronald nodded sagely. “It’s a tale as old as time, Madam CEO. Your sister is growing up and prioritizing her love life. The horror!”“I said shut up!” Perseia shrieked, her voice high and tight. Her face instantly flushed a vibrant, angry red once more. She grabbed a rolled-up blueprint from her desk, momentarily forgetting her CEO composure, and hurled it weakly at Ronald, utterly defeated by their teasing and her own embarrassment.Harry leaned against the drafting table, crossing his arms and shaking his head with mock pity. “Perseia, you really need to get used to the idea that your sister is dating someone who isn’t you. It happens.”“Yuck!” Perseia gagged. “Why are you saying it like I want to date my sister?”Ronald nodded sagely, ignoring Harry. “It’s time to expand your horizons, boss. The sister slot is taken.”Perseia stiffened, drawing herself to her full height, her expression shifting from embarrassed pique to stiff, reluctant pride.“Engaged?” Harry sputtered, pushin
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Melody paused, scanning Perseia’s expression like she was trying to read her mind.Kyle leaned forward, eyes earnest, ignoring a warning glance from Melody.“We came to you because we know how influential your family is. And because we knew Tedmond was close to a Damon. We didn’t know exactly who, but we heard the name Perseia from the gossip columnists and tracked you down.”He took the final, disastrous leap.“We know you are engaged to Tedmond, Ms. Perseia. You are his fiancée. You must know where he is being treated. We just want to know if he’s okay!”Perseia’s hand froze mid-air, the pen slipping to the obsidian table.Clink.Her eyes, cold and sharp moments ago, widened in profound shock.“I am—what?” she whispered, her carefully maintained composure crumbling under Kyle’s declaration.They think I’m Tedmond’s fiancée?The realization hit her like a freight train: gossip and social circles across the city must believe she was the Damon engaged to the Washington heir. It was a
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Persis stared intensely at her phone screen.The mapping software confirmed the trajectory of Frank and Harold’s convoy, a direct line toward the highly secured Damon Family compound.“This is insane,” she whispered.She switched the surveillance feed from the static building camera to the tracker she had hidden on Frank’s vehicle. The small green dot crawled across the digital map.She needed to follow them, anticipate their move, and coordinate with Thomas.Ring.Ring.Her phone vibrated violently, cutting the live feed and replacing it with an incoming call.Persis’s frown deepened.The caller ID flashed an internal office number—Perseia’s executive line. Beneath it: Ms. Lynn.'Why is Lynn calling me?'Perseia never used her secretary for personal matters. If she wanted Persis, she’d call directly or send Thomas.For Lynn to be the one reaching out meant this came from Perseia’s corporate world, and it wasn’t minor.Tedmond unconscious beside her, Frank and Harold on the move, and
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Persis quickly walked over to the bed, her face set in a worried frown.Leaning over, she gently adjusted the blanket over Tedmond’s broad chest. His breathing was shallow but steady.A look back at the CCTV monitor displayed the secure hallway leading to the room.The feed showed nothing but the beige wall and a closed door. It was sterile, quiet, and safe.Thomas was not close and was now able to leave and go see things for herself.She then looked down at Tedmond. His face, usually so commanding, was peaceful in sleep.A stray lock of dark hair was brushed from his forehead.“I’m going to come back soon,” she whispered, her voice tight with urgency and affection. “Don’t worry. I just need to make sure Kyle is safe. Don’t move from here, okay?”Retrieving her small clutch, she checked the tracker one last time—Thomas’s team was en route, and headed for the door.Stepping out of the hidden safe house, she moved swiftly but carefully through the building’s service corridors and out to
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The ride was agonizingly fast, bumpy, and silent, broken only by the low rumble of the SUV's engine and Persis’s strained breathing. Her arms were held tight behind her back; she couldn’t be sure if they were tied or simply held by the iron grip of the man sitting beside her. Attempts to speak and demand answers were made, but the heavy fabric bag pulled immediately over her head after the abduction had rendered her efforts useless and terrifyingly disorienting.The smell of stale leather and sweat filled the confines of the vehicle, pressing down on her growing panic. Focusing on the motion, she tried to discern their trajectory, but the constant turning and high speeds made it impossible to get any sense of direction. A realization dawned: they were definitely leaving the city.Suddenly, the vehicle slowed, the tires crunching on what sounded like gravel or a rough driveway. The SUV came to an abrupt, final stop.The rear door next to her was pulled open. “Out,” a gruff voice
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Perseia set her glass down.Thunk!The soft click echoed in the silent room.Her cool gaze, devoid of any sisterly warmth, locked onto Persis.“The meaning,” Perseia stated, her voice low and perfectly controlled, slicing through Persis’s legal and familial appeals, “is that you didn’t answer my calls, you didn’t respond to Lynn, and your ‘critical matter’ has now become a critical problem for me.”She held Persis’s furious gaze.“You ask why I didn’t use my own number? Because I know you, Persis. I knew that if I called you myself, you might not take the call. Lynn was the only guarantee of getting a message to you.”A dismissive gesture followed, directed at the two men behind Persis.“I didn’t kidnap you. I exercised due diligence to ensure you were present for a conversation necessary to the financial health of the Damon holdings. I brought you here to talk.”Perseia leaned back, crossing one leg over the other with calculated patience. Her expression hardened into an absolute dec
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Persis couldn’t understand where the misunderstanding had come from, nor did she know that Kyle was aware Tedmond was engaged to a Damon. He had only mentioned being engaged, not the name or family.“They were quite agitated,” Perseia continued, observing her sister like a scientist examining an experiment. “It seems Tedmond isn’t picking up his phone, nor is he answering texts, and they had absolutely no idea where he lived. Naturally, they assumed his soon-to-be Damon wife could help them.”The humiliation of the kidnapping, the condescension over the meal, all faded against this sudden, massive intrusion into her private life.Persis felt a wave of sickening dread.She had no idea they thought that way, and she would never want them to—simply because she and Tedmond were engaged and would one day be married.Perseia leaned across the desk, eyes cold as polished stone.“Tell me, Persis. Are you and Tedmond running around the city telling people—people like Kyle and Melody—that I am
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Harold didn’t bother to look; he could identify the voice instantly.A ferocious, pain-filled shout tore through the house.“Are you still asking about that useless whelp?”The main doors to the living room burst open. Gerald was wheeled in, slumped in a wheelchair, looking utterly ravaged—pale, lined with exhaustion and rage. His left trouser leg had been crudely cut and stitched, revealing a thick bandage beneath.The grim-faced maid pushing the chair froze just inside the room, clearly wanting no part of the impending storm.Gerald snarled at her, and she quickly retreated through the door.Gerald had to grasp the wheels himself, struggling to pull the heavy chair closer to Vivian and Harold. He slammed his fist onto the armrest.“Gerald! What in the world happened to your leg?” Vivian cried, rushing forward, horrified.Gerald ignored her entirely, eyes fixed on Harold. Veins throbbed visibly on his temple as he shook with rage.“You!” he roared, pointing a trembling finger. “You
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Gerald’s chest heaved.For a moment, the fury drained from his face, replaced by something rawer—fear.“I didn’t say Tedmond came for me,” he snarled at last. “I forced him to move.”Harold stopped pacing.Slowly, he turned back. “Explain.”Gerald laughed bitterly. “Kyle. I took Kyle with me. Thought he’d be useful leverage if things went wrong.” His fingers clenched white around the armrests. “Before I even left the lodge, I gave orders. I told my men to keep Kyle’s house under constant watch. Anyone who went near it—anyone—was to be grabbed. No questions.”Harold’s eyes darkened. “You used Kyle as bait.”“Yes!” Gerald snapped. “Tedmond is obsessed with that boy. I knew he wouldn’t stay away if Kyle disappeared.” His voice dropped, venomous. “And it worked.”Silence pressed in.Gerald swallowed. “Someone came. Quiet. Too clean. They took the person my men grabbed… and the guards who tried to intervene. All of them. Gone.”Harold’s jaw tightened. “You didn’t tell me that part.”“I did
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The implication was clear: the police hadn’t been gentle, or perhaps he’d been attacked by other inmates. Either way, the marks showed he had suffered severe physical violence since his arrest.Gerald immediately tried to push his wheelchair forward, desperate to get closer to the glass.“Otis! What did they do to you?!” he rasped, his voice raw with sudden, agonizing love and guilt.Otis didn’t speak. He didn’t even acknowledge the question.His bruised, damaged eyes fixed on his father, utterly empty, stripped of the sly ambition and entitled fury that had once defined him. He seemed to stare straight through Gerald, through the glass, through the room itself, toward some distant, hollow point.He had no idea what to say. He knew he’d been here for days, and that meant his father had been powerless to help him.Gerald slumped back in his chair, the plastic squeaking under his weight, the sound echoing his despair.Harold stood silently behind him, watching.Otis didn’t need to spe