All Chapters of Rise Of The Hidden Trillionaire : Chapter 201
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200. Eddie Got The Invitation First?
Franco didn’t waste any time walking out of the scene. Rita spun to Elena, her voice bursting.“Did you hear that? Did you hear what he said? He said that we are invited! Oh my God… I am super excited. Oh my God!”Edgar nodded like he was in another planet and joined Rita.“Yes, Mother! I am even more excited than you! I can’t wait to sit at the table of the riches…”“Will you shut that stupid mouth of yours!?” Maya’s voice sliced his words like a blade. She shoved him lightly, yelling.“You aren’t going with us to the Ruffian Moon Celebration! You’ve got the guts to call another woman ‘the one and only Queen’!? As if that wasn’t enough, you even said every other woman is a counterfeit? Are you insane, Edgar!?”Edgar opened his mouth to explain, but Maya didn’t give him room.“If every other Queen is a counterfeit and she’s the only Queen, then what am I? A princess? A court jester? Or maybe a royal maid? Tell me because I’d really love to know! You call me Queen every time we make lo
201. You Are Not Allowed Inside!
Franco looked into Muna’s eyes and gave her a steady smile, his voice calm but reassuring.“Nothing will happen, Muna. We don’t even know what she’s calling us for, right? Let’s just go and see for ourselves.”Muna tried to hold herself together, but the weight of her thoughts pressed her down. Her lips trembled as she whispered,“This is serious, Franco. I can’t imagine us going through all this, only to be treated like this in the end. It’s just so unfair.”Franco nodded slowly, his hand brushing her arm to steady her.“Yeah, you’re right. But we mustn’t judge the future by the moment we’re in. So, let’s head to the mansion first and hear what Granny has to say—if Eddie truly brought the invitation before us.”Reluctantly, Muna exhaled and gave a small nod, finally agreeing. She shifted closer, preparing to leave with him.But before they could move, Rita appeared, dragging Elena along. Her sharp eyes locked on Franco, dripping with scorn.“I wonder why the Ruffian Lord gave you tha
202. How Is This Possible?
Muna stormed away from Franco and marched straight to the servant, her face hard and her eyes burning with anger. The way he had spoken to Franco—like he was nothing, like she wasn’t even standing there—made her blood boil. Without hesitation, her palm cracked across his cheek with a loud slap.“How dare you open that gutter you call a mouth and speak to my husband like that? Are you stupid?!”The servant staggered from the force, clutching his cheek. Quickly, he dropped to the floor, his forehead nearly touching the ground.“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he stammered. “But Granny said only you should come. She ordered that no one else should step in with you. That means Franco isn’t allowed to enter the mansion.”Muna’s voice lashed like a whip. “And so fucking what? Does that give you the audacity—the effrontery—to talk to him that way?”Her tone rose, sharp and commanding, echoing against the walls. “Are you silly? How dare you dictate what I should do right under my own roof? Are you crazy,
203. Not Under My Watch!
Granny’s eyes locked on the special dragon design printed boldly across the invitation card. The emblem of the Ruffian Group stood out, fierce and royal, carrying its weight of power. Her chest tightened. That symbol wasn’t ordinary. It wasn’t fake. If her instincts weren’t deceiving her, the envelope Franco held carried the one thing people could fight wars over—a true VIP pass.Her wrinkled fingers trembled slightly as she blinked again, struggling to believe what she was seeing. The thought kept hammering her mind. How on earth could Franco, of all people, get this?“Granny?” Muna’s voice broke through her daze, snapping her back to the living room. “What’s wrong? Why are you staring at the invitation like it has the power to drill holes through you?”Granny opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her throat locked up, her eyes shifting sharply to Franco. Her guts twisted into knots.This is impossible. Absolutely impossible.“How—how could such a low and poor imbecile l
204. Agreement Is Agreement
Muna froze, her breath catching in disbelief. She stared at her grandmother, startled by the sharpness of her words. Part of her was shocked that Granny could erupt like this, but another part of her wasn’t—she had always known her grandmother’s pride was as unyielding as stone.Aria, however, only shook her head, her expression tight with bitterness. She wasn’t surprised. She had long understood the kind of woman Granny was. The thought of Franco ever becoming her son-in-law was the last thing Granny would accept.Franco, standing tall with Muna’s hand in his, didn’t flinch either. He had known for years just how deep Granny’s hatred for him ran. Her rejection didn’t sting him anymore; it only confirmed what he had always expected.Still, the silence hung heavy in the room as every eye fixed on Granny. And then—she struck again, her voice tearing through the air like thunder.“Franco is worthless!” she spat, her frail body trembling with fury. “His seed is not worthy to bring forth m
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205. Intense Confrontation
Staring at Franco was like staring at a dragon that had been reawakened from the ashes.Eddie’s chest tightened as the thought struck him—how on earth did Franco survive?He remembered clearly. He had ordered Regha to finish him off, to erase him completely. Eddie had been certain. Regha never failed. Yet here Franco was—alive, standing tall, his presence even more unshakable than before.Eddie’s thoughts were spinning when Franco’s voice snapped him back to the present.“How is he… what? Alive?” Franco said, tone laced with curiosity and a mocking tease. His eyes narrowed slightly. “You mean to ask how I managed to survive? Or are you admitting you wanted me dead?”The words hit the room like a thunderclap.Muna’s gaze darted from Franco to Eddie, her face twisted with surprise. Even Granny froze, shock flickering across her features at Franco’s bold words.Granny’s lips parted as if to lash out, but Eddie stepped in quickly, forcing himself forward into the lounge.“You don’t have t
206. Wedding?
Landing hard on the floor, Eddie winced as pain shot through his jaw. He touched his lips and pulled his hand back, staring at the streak of red. Blood. His guards surged forward in fury, but Eddie threw up his palm, forcing them back. Pride burned hotter than the sting on his mouth as he scrambled to his feet.Franco’s voice boomed across the room, fists still clenched like iron.“I warned you never to lay a finger on Muna again! Or do you want me to rearrange your face for you?!”Eddie dragged his tongue across his split lip, tasting the metallic bite of blood. His eyes narrowed into sharp slits.“How dare you…” he hissed, rage rising like a storm.He swung for Franco, but Franco moved faster. In a blur, Franco caught Eddie’s wrist mid-air and yanked him forward, crashing into his chest. With one hand gripping his collar, Franco’s other fist cocked back, veins straining, ready to drive into Eddie’s face.But then—Crack!The sound of Granny’s walking stick slammed against the tiled
207. Sit Back And Watch!
Granny’s eyes widened in disbelief as she turned sharply to Muna, her hand trembling against the chair.“What nonsense are you talking about, huh?” she barked, her voice quivering with outrage. “Don’t tell me you truly mean the words that just came out of your mouth! Don’t tell me you actually plan to marry this useless man here! I will never allow you to tie yourself to an imbecile like him!”Muna stood tall, refusing to be shaken. Her chin lifted and her eyes burned with determination as she met her grandmother’s glare.“You should know better by now, Granny,” she said firmly. “You know very well that Franco and I only had a registered marriage—we were never joined by a priest. And if you are not forgetting something, Granny, you gave your consent to this marriage long before I even fixed the date!”Then she turned on Eddie, her voice cutting like a blade.“It was over between us a long time ago. The very first time you tried to force yourself into my life, everything ended. I hope
208. Far From Over!
Franco and Muna only stared at Eddie, their lips curled into mocking smiles, as though he was a fool spilling nonsense that no one should take seriously. Their silence cut deeper than any words.That smile burned Eddie more than any insult. His chest tightened, pain biting into him, especially because the woman he had fought so hard to win—Muna—was now sitting beside Franco. He had lost her, and nothing could bruise his pride more.He shifted his eyes to Granny, hoping for one last ounce of support. But Granny, cold and stern, looked away without a word. That rejection shattered what was left of his dignity.His jaw tightened. He lifted a trembling finger at them, his voice sharp with venom.“This isn’t over, Franco. And you, Muna? This is far from over!”Spinning on his heel, Eddie barked at his guards.“Let’s get the hell out of here!”“Yes, Sir!” they thundered in unison, following him out of the Lounge with heavy boots echoing in the silence.The moment they were gone, Aria hurrie