All Chapters of Rise Of The Hidden Trillionaire : Chapter 261
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255. There Won't Be Next Time!
“I know you’re in love with another man, and I understand how deeply you care about him,” Michael said, his voice low but firm. “But I don’t care. As long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter if you return my feelings or not. All I want is to be with you and see you happy. If you’re content being married to Franco, fine. If you’re happy as long as you’re with him, fine. I don’t care about that, Muna. I just want to love you. I just want you to give us a chance. Just a peaceful moment with you. The person you love doesn’t matter—only you, me, and us.”Muna’s lips trembled. She stared at him, stunned by his words. She had never imagined a kind of love that asked for nothing in return—love that didn’t even care if it was one-sided. It unsettled her. The longer she stayed, the more dangerous this felt. The more time she gave him, the more he would push for closeness.She brushed her hair back and forced a thin smile. “I believe you don’t know what’s wrong with you, Michael. You’re obsesse
256. Time To Claim Your Position!
Even while the storm between Michael and Muna was still brewing, another one was already on the rise.In her lounge, Alyana sat cross-legged on the couch, a cup of steaming coffee in hand, calmly scanning the morning headlines. The room was quiet, the kind of quiet she enjoyed, until the sound of heels clicked against the marble floor.Her mother, Grace Blackwood, entered with a newspaper clutched tightly in her hand. Beautiful, wealthy, and proud, Grace carried herself with the air of a woman who always got what she wanted. The sharp lines of anger were etched on her face as she thrust the papers toward her daughter.“Have a look at this, Alyana.”Alyana didn’t move to take it right away. Instead, she gave her mother a sharp glare, the kind that showed her irritation without needing words. “What is it this time, Mother?” she asked, clearly unwilling to start yet another argument.Grace set her jaw and pushed the newspaper closer. “Why don’t you take a look first? You’ll definitely lo
257. He Hasn't Done Enough!
Alyana scratched her head, her brows furrowed in confusion. Her mother telling her to take over the position of Ruffian Lady? At this time of all times?The thought alone made her uneasy. How was she even supposed to achieve that? She wasn’t some kind of hero, nor was she a genius with a mind that could grasp things in an instant. And besides, her mother should know better—Franco was the Ruffian Lord. The power to decide who became Ruffian Lady rested entirely with him.That was exactly what Alyana told her mother. But before she could even finish, Grace gripped her daughter’s hand so tightly it made Alyana wince, yanking her to her feet and jabbing a finger at her face.“Use your brain for once, Alyana!” Grace snapped, her eyes blazing. “Just once, try to use it. How can you stand there telling me you don’t have the capability, or the power, to claim that position?”Alyana let out a long, weary sigh. She was too tired to argue, yet she couldn’t hold back. Turning to face Grace direct
258. That Title Is Power!
Alyana stared at her mother, her voice tight with disbelief. “Where is all this greed coming from, Mother?”But Grace didn’t see it as greed at all. To her, this was ambition, pure and justified. Her only goal was clear—to become the mother of the Ruffian Lady. That title was powerful enough to command respect from anyone, and Grace wanted that honor for herself. And what better way to secure it than through her daughter?She stepped closer, her tone firm.“Listen to me, Alyana. There are things you don’t understand about that title—Ruffian Lady. It’s not just a name; it is power. Once it’s added to your name, whether before or after, it summons authority. With it, you can control the military, the navy, even the army. Do you realize what that means?”Her eyes gleamed as she spoke faster, almost breathless with the weight of her own words.“Being Ruffian Lady places you above the President’s wife, on the same level of power as the President himself. You’ll be recognized internationall
259. Is Papa Back?
Alyana shook her head in disbelief. It wasn’t that she couldn’t accept what her mother was saying—it was the weight of it sinking in. The thought hit her hard. Her mother’s plan made sense. Too much sense.As Grace spoke, Alyana could already see the picture forming in her mind. Every word painted a scene that played out before her eyes, and the more she imagined it, the more it all seemed possible.“Who doesn’t want to be the Ruffian Lady?” The same question Muna once asked herself now echoed in Alyana’s thoughts. Every woman in the country dreamed of it, longed to taste that power and honor, even for a moment. And why should she—of all people—be the one to deny herself that dream? Especially when it was so easy for her to make it reality.Grace watched closely, reading her daughter’s shifting expression. She could tell Alyana was no longer resisting. Something inside her was changing. Stepping closer, she rested a hand on Alyana’s shoulder and spoke softly.“So, tell me, Alyana. Wha
260. Get Ready To Meet Your Dad.
The moment Alyana saw Oscar standing at the entrance, her heart skipped. A rush of questions swirled in her head.Did he hear everything? Was he listening this whole time? Has he already found out the truth? What if he knows… what if he asks…She forced the thoughts aside and hurried to him. Bending down to his height, she ruffled his curly hair with a bright smile, masking the storm inside her.“Look at my son, back from school,” she said softly. “My handsome baby boy.” Taking his lunchbox from his hand, she added, “Why did you come back all by yourself? Your teacher should have called me or your grandma so we could—”“I asked a question, Mom.” Oscar’s voice cut her short, sharp and steady. “Is Dad back?”The words slammed into Alyana like a blow. Again, her heart stumbled. Fear clawed through her chest, the fear of losing her son’s trust shredding her in an instant.Oscar was nine, almost ten. A boy with curly hair, dark eyes that seemed to see too much, and cheeks that carried a pr
261. The Plot Thickens
Alyana’s lips quivered in surprise. She quickly stood, forcing a smile that didn’t match the tightness in her face. Turning to Grace, she asked, trying to sound light,“What are you talking about, Mom? Which dad are you referring to? You know better than anyone that Oscar’s father isn’t here. He can’t be—he’s already with his second family.”“Enough of the lies, Alyana!” Grace cut her off sharply. The words left Alyana flabbergasted. She leaned toward her mother, her voice low and urgent.“What are you doing, Mom? You’re saying the opposite of what we planned!”Grace only smiled at her daughter, calm and reassuring. “I’m okay,” she said softly, before stepping closer to Oscar.She crouched slightly to meet his eyes and spoke gently, “Your dad is back in the country. If you want to see him, then get yourself ready. Drop your school bag in your room, and tell Nanny Olivia to prepare your bath. Afterwards, we’ll be visiting your father.”Oscar’s lips didn’t twitch in excitement, nor did
262. I Will Rip What I Sow!
Grace’s eyes stayed locked on her daughter before she snapped them away with her final words. “I will get going now, Alyana. Get yourself prepared, and make sure everything is in place, because we are going to the airport to welcome Franco—Oscar’s father!” Alyana’s voice shot back, sharp with protest. “I already told you we won’t be going to meet—” “I said what I said, Muna! You can’t make me change my mind!” Grace cut her off, her eyes flashing with authority. She stepped closer, her tone hardening. “I’ll be getting ready. Meanwhile, you had better do the same. If you refuse to go, then I’ll have no choice but to force you!” Without waiting for a reply, Grace spun around and walked away, leaving Alyana staring at her retreating figure until even her shadow disappeared down the hall. The moment the silence returned, Alyana’s hands shot to her hair. She grabbed and pulled at it, a deep sigh escaping her lips. “What the heck is this?” she muttered under her breath. Her voice tremb
263. FYI, You Both Are Divorced.
It seemed Alyana wasn’t the only one with something planned for Franco.Elena also had her own package for him. But unlike Alyana’s, Elena’s intention was simple—she only wanted one thing. To bring them back together again.She was at her dressing mirror, spraying her favorite deodorant, when her mother stepped in. Elena’s lips curved into a smile, one Rita hadn’t seen in a long while. It made her pause.Rita picked an apple from the stool by the mirror, studying her daughter from head to toe. “This one you’re in such a good mood today? Is it because you’ll be meeting the Ruffian Lord?” she asked with a teasing chuckle.Elena kept quiet, still focused on the deodorant.That was when Rita noticed the bottle in her hand. “And what’s with that perfume? Isn’t that the same one you once asked the superstore to stop selling—because Franco complimented it?”Elena froze, then lowered the bottle. “Exactly! Wow, Mother, you still remember what happened ages ago? I thought your memory would be f
264. How?
Elena set the perfume down slowly. Her eyes flicked to her mother, guilt flashing across her face, yet beneath it was the reminder of something Rita had once told her long ago.Back when the Lioness’ Den saga was raging and Franco had earned the admiration of everyone for bringing it down, Rita had shared a plan with her. Elena could still hear her mother’s voice clearly:“I want you to marry Franco again. Make him love you deeply. And then… take everything he owns. Once you do, you divorce him.”The memory stirred anger and resolve inside her. She faced her mother.“There are two differences between what you asked me to do then, and what I intend to do now.”Rita arched a brow. “Go on.”“You told me to drug Franco, trick him into getting me pregnant, then marry him again—only to divorce him and take seventy percent of his property.”“Of course,” Rita replied instantly. “That was exactly the plan I gave you, Elena, but you refused. Now tell me, is this new idea of yours not the same t