All Chapters of From Illegitimate To A Zillionaire Heir: Chapter 691
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CHAPTER 690
"Since you decided to fall out of a plane and lose your common sense," she whispered back, leaning her forehead against his for a brief, quiet moment of comfort.They sat in the dark for a few minutes, leaning on each other, two battered survivors stealing a breath while the rest of the world hunted them.Hugo pulled a small roll of medical gauze from his pocket, his last remaining supply, and began wrapping Molly’s leg as best he could in the shadows."It’s going to hurt," he warned."I told you," she said, smiling weakly and gripping his shoulder. "I’m used to it."After dodging the Syndicate patrol, Hugo and Molly had retreated deeper into the shadows of a rocky overhang. The forest hung heavy and silent, broken only by the distant, haunting crackle of the burning plane.Hugo worked quickly, breath coming in ragged hitches as he bound his ribs with strips of cloth torn from his undershirt. Every movement felt like a hot blade pressed into his side. He focused, brow furrowed, fing
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The mechanical whine of Syndicate drones finally drifted away from the wreckage, allowing a heavy, suffocating silence to reclaim the clearing where the red flare had burned.Five men emerged from the tree line, tactical boots crunching over scorched pine needles. Leading them was a man who stood out; he wore no helmet, and a shock of messy, wind-blown white hair topped a face that was a roadmap of violence. Several wide, jagged scars, the work of a serrated knife, divided his skin.He knelt where the flare had landed, sharp eyes scanning the dirt."Thermal’s clear, sir," one man reported, sweeping his rifle across the rocky outcropping. "But the ash is fresh."The white-haired man didn't answer. He followed a dark, glistening smear on a nearby stone, touching it with a gloved finger before looking toward the sloping terrain."Blood," he rasped. "Lots of it."The team followed the trail. It wasn't a clean path; the blood was smeared in wide, frantic streaks, as if someone had been
CHAPTER 692
"Nnngh..."The sound was raw, vibrating deep in Tedmond’s throat before he even realized he was conscious. His first sensation wasn't sight, but a throbbing, rhythmic pressure behind his eyes, a sledgehammer hitting an anvil with every heartbeat.He groaned again, the sound cracking in the stillness. Tedmond forced his eyelids open. The world was a blur of aggressive clinical white and soft gold. He blinked rapidly, his vision swimming.Where... where am I?Memory hit him like a physical blow: the engine’s scream, the violent tilt of the cabin, the stench of jet fuel, and the terrifying sight of the ground rushing up to meet them."Lottie... Marek..." he rasped, his voice like sandpaper.Desperation fueled a surge of adrenaline. Tedmond gripped the edge of a silk-covered mattress and heaved himself upward. He managed to sit up, but the world performed a sickening 360-degree spin. He squeezed his eyes shut and reached up to his head; his fingers met a thick layer of medical bandag
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"We found you," Ivy said simply, tilting her head. "You and your friend were passed out in the woods, looking more like corpses than men. We couldn't just leave you to be reclaimed by the dirt, so we brought you both here."Tedmond went still. As the heir to the Washington fortune, he was used to lies, half-truths, and people weighing the cost of their words. But Ivy didn't blink."Why?" he asked, his voice hardening with suspicion. "Why would you help us? You saw the gear... the guns. People who carry those into the Black Ridge aren't the type you bring into your home."Ivy’s brow furrowed, a genuine frown marring her face. "Why wouldn't I help an injured person?" she countered, sounding almost offended. "Is that how the world works where you come from? You see someone bleeding out, and you check their ID first?"She stepped closer, looking down at him. "Tell me, if you were in my place and you found two dying men in your backyard, would you have just walked away?""I would have a
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Tedmond gritted his teeth and tried to push himself up, his muscles screaming in protest. He managed to lift his torso an inch before his strength evaporated, leaving him slumped back against the rug, gasping for air."Don't," Ivy warned. She stepped forward but kept her distance. "You lost too much blood. Your body is running on empty. You’ll just end up unconscious again."Tedmond’s fist tightened, his knuckles turning white as he pounded his hand weakly against the floor. Pathetic. The word tasted like bile. He had planned for this day for years, visualized his return, his vengeance, the moment he would stand over those who had discarded him. He was supposed to be the storm; the one who would save his mother. Instead, he was a broken mess on a stranger's carpet, struggling to draw a full breath.If not for Ivy, he’d be carrion in the Black Ridge forest. The weight of that debt felt heavier than the bandages on his head."I'm going to help you back to bed," Ivy said. Her vo
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Tedmond’s joy was a violet thing, beautiful, rare, and bruised.The realization that she remembered him, that she still knew she had a son, left him overwhelmed. He had spent years bracing for the alternative; he had imagined a thousand ways he might have to explain his existence to a woman who had forgotten he ever lived. After all, how do you find someone after a lifetime apart and simply announce you are the child they lost? He had been certain she wouldn't understand. But then, his joy turned violent.It shifted instantly into a dark, suffocating rage as his eyes fell upon her legs, draped in a shawl, and the mechanical chair that held her."Look at what they did to you," he spat through his tears, his voice thick with venom. "They broke you. They locked you away until your hair turned to snow and your legs... you have to use a chair? I’ll kill them. I’ll burn everything they own for this!"He was sobbing now, a raw, primal sound that echoed off the high ceilings. The sheer fo
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Ivy stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly, but she had to look away as her vision blurred.The room, once cold and clinical, was suddenly overflowing with a warmth the Washington zillions could never buy.Tedmond squeezed his mother tighter, crying like a child finally found after a game of hide-and-seek that had lasted twenty years.For a few precious minutes, the revenge, the money, and the Syndicate didn’t exist.There was only the scent of sandalwood, the sound of her voice, and the miracle of a bond that not even a decade of darkness could break.“You’re back,” she whispered into his hair, her voice trembling with fierce, possessive joy. “My little bird flew across the world… and he came back to me.”Gradually, the storm of sobbing subsided into shaky, ragged breaths.She pulled away just enough to look at him.They sat suspended in a sacred quiet, simply studying each other.Tedmond’s eyes traced the map of her face. Up close, he saw the fine lines around her eyes and t
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The scale of the wealth. It felt like a fairy tale, too vast to fit into the small, dark life she had been living. She looked at his scarred face and the intensity in his gaze, not just pain, but authority. The presence of a man who had clawed his way to the summit of a mountain.How could she be the daughter of such a man… and have lived as though she were nothing?“I… I don’t understand it all,” she whispered. “Washingtons? The richest family? It sounds like madness. But…”A sad, knowing smile touched her lips.“I believe you. I have to. I know my boy. No version of you could have survived the Griffins alone. You would’ve needed a miracle to break them. If being a Washington was your miracle… then I thank God for it.”Tedmond rested his forehead against hers, the Heir and the Outcast finally becoming one.“It wasn’t a miracle, Mom. It was a debt. And now I’m going to make sure every single person who touched you pays it back in full.”Suddenly, a heavy crash echoed from the next r
CHAPTER 698
Marek looked as though he were staring at a ghost.He hadn’t been certain they would find her at all, but now, seeing her like this, alive and awake, he could hardly believe it.His eyes widened, filled with an intensity that bordered on reverence.For a man who had faced down armies, he looked utterly defenseless.The rugged, scarred warrior and the fragile, white-haired beauty stared at each other, the air between them thick with a strange, undeniable pull.“Millicent?” he said again, her full name resting on his tongue like a prayer.Tedmond watched from the bed, his mouth slightly open.He had seen Marek fight, kill, and bleed without flinching. He had never seen the giant look at a woman as though she were the only thing left in the world.Millicent blinked, her heart still racing from the sudden intrusion. She looked down at the massive, scarred man at her feet, then turned toward her son.“Tedmond,” she whispered gently, confusion threading her voice. “Does… does this friend o
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Ivy’s voice rose, sharp and incredulous."Leaving tonight? Tedmond, look at yourself. You can barely stand without leaning on that wheelchair, and your friend is holding his hip together with sheer willpower."‘Does he have a death wish?’ Ivy wondered, her eyes darting between Tedmond’s pale face and the dark window. ‘He was brought here because he was being hunted like an animal.’‘If those men were willing to blow up a mountainside just to sanitize a sector, they aren’t going to go home just because the sun went down. They’re out there, sitting in the dark, waiting for a single heat signature to flicker.’"I don’t care if they’ve turned the forest into a grid," Tedmond snapped, his blue eyes flashing with cold intensity. "Every second she stays in this house is another second she’s a target. If they confused her with Molly once, they’ll do it again. I am not losing her twice."Tedmond knew staying might be worse. The men wouldn’t stop until they found them, and that would put Milli