All Chapters of Rise Of The Hidden Trillionaire : Chapter 311
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304. Battle For A Child!
This question Muna asked the little boy was what left everyone in suspense.Even though Franco had never been comfortable with her actions or with where all of this was leading, he had already suspected it would not turn out well for them. From the moment Muna insisted on letting the boy choose, he sensed it would only complicate things. Yet she remained persistent in her decision, pushing forward despite his silent disapproval—and that was exactly what he feared would not end well for any of them.Alyana, on the other hand, looked visibly stressed. It was as though she was afraid of what the boy’s decision would be—whether he would choose to stand by her side or not.Her conscience had already begun judging her. She feared that the way she had spoken to Oscar earlier might not have sat well with him. The thought unsettled her deeply. What if he felt hurt? What if he misunderstood her intentions? Because of this, she convinced herself that he might not choose her.That was what she be
305. Take It As A Threat!
Muna opened her mouth to speak, but Alyana cut in before a single word could escape her lips.“I know people like you, Muna,” Alyana said coldly. “All you know how to do is create unnecessary rifts between a son and his mother. But let me tell you something—you have failed woefully in this plan of yours. Never, ever will I allow you to cause a fight between my son and me.”With that, Alyana bent down to Oscar’s height and forced a gentle smile.“Oscar, my dear,” she asked softly, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve, “I hope she didn’t hurt you while she was holding you in a wicked way?”Oscar shook his head.Alyana straightened and lifted her shoulders slightly as she looked up at Muna, triumph flickering in her eyes.“Did you see that?” she said. “He’s my son. Not yours. If you’re so desperate for a child, why don’t you get pregnant for your husband and leave my son and me alone?”Muna’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. The humiliation burned deeply—especially because it w
306.Let's Meet Up!
Immediately after Muna said that, she turned and walked away without looking back.Her mere presence had irritated Alyana to the highest degree. Now that she was gone, the anger she had been struggling to suppress surged freely. She tried—truly tried—to mask how deeply she was affected, but her face betrayed her. The tightness of her jaw, the flicker in her eyes, the stiffness in her shoulders… everything exposed her.She had thought she finally found the perfect opportunity to deal with Muna—to humiliate her for ever daring to take Franco away from her. She had planned it carefully, convinced she could execute everything without anyone finding out.But to her utter shock, the opposite happened.Franco did what he always did.He sided with Muna.He had even gone as far as threatening her, warning her not to do anything that would hurt Muna.That was the height of it all.The very worst of it.How dare he?After everything she had done for him—after all her sacrifices—he did not even p
307. I Have An Info!
The moment Franco heard Alyana’s words, his gaze immediately shifted to Muna, who was standing not far from him. His heart skipped a beat. The thought of Muna overhearing their conversation—and discovering that he had some kind of relationship with Alyana—filled him with dread. Worse still, if she caught wind of Alyana’s shocking allegation that he was the father of her baby, it could completely destroy his marriage. The very idea of watching his marriage fall apart was unbearable to Franco.He couldn’t look away, and his stare lingered on Muna for a little too long.Snapping her fingers, Muna’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Is everything okay, Franco? Why are you staring like that?”Franco jolted back to reality, suddenly aware of how long he had been lost in thought. He cleared his throat and forced a tight smile. “I… I was just thinking,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction.“No, it’s nothing much. I just had an important meeting,” Franco replied, trying to sound casual.
308. Check Your Phone
The question directed at the young man was nothing extraordinary. It wasn’t difficult, nor was it tricky.And the person who asked it was none other than Elena Froston.Earlier, she had sent someone to tail Franco and report every single detail about his movements. That morning, the investigator had informed her that Franco and Muna had left their house for an unknown destination. Elena had immediately ordered that they be tracked.And now…The young man stood before her, shoulders tense.“They went to Alyana’s house,” he reported carefully.Elena’s eyes narrowed.“To do what?” she asked, her voice low but edged with steel.The investigator swallowed hard. A bead of sweat slid down his temple as he avoided her piercing gaze.“I tried everything in my power to hear what they were saying,” he said quickly. “I moved closer, changed positions, even pretended to be on a call near the window. Unfortunately… I wasn’t able to gather much information.”Silence fell over the room.Elena’s finge
309. Who Is Your Baby's Papa?
The video Elena saw prickled her to the core. She stared at the screen, unable to believe her eyes. That was the last thing she had ever expected to see.The video in her hand clearly showed Franco and Alyana sitting across from each other in a restaurant, deep in discussion. And it wasn't a casual conversation. Their expressions were serious—too serious.As Elena continued watching, questions began to crowd her mind.Why would Franco even meet up with Alyana in the first place? They had already discussed everything earlier, and Franco's wife, Muna, had been there with them. All of them had left together afterward.So how was it possible that Franco had gone ahead to meet Alyana again?Elena slowly shook her head.Something was wrong somewhere.Something was definitely wrong.This couldn't just be a coincidence.Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the screen again. The way Franco and Alyana spoke to each other made it seem as though they had known each other for a long time. Their con
310. Your Son!
Alyana felt her mood brighten at Franco’s question. A quiet wave of relief settled in her chest as she realized he was already connecting the dots on his own.After all, that was exactly why she had come here, wasn’t it?She had come to tell Franco the truth about his child. Yet somehow, when the moment finally arrived, she found herself unable to say the words directly. Hearing Franco piece things together himself made everything feel easier—almost natural.If he had already begun to suspect the truth, then this conversation might finally lead somewhere meaningful.Encouraged by that thought, Alyana’s smile widened. She placed her bag gently on the table before taking a seat across from him.“Now we’re talking business,” she said lightly, leaning back in her chair.Franco’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her expression. Her calmness only deepened his curiosity.“Just tell me the truth,” he said, his voice firm but controlled. “And be realistic about it.” He paused briefly befor
310. Your Son!
Alyana felt her mood brighten at Franco’s question. A quiet wave of relief settled in her chest as she realized he was already connecting the dots on his own.After all, that was exactly why she had come here, wasn’t it?She had come to tell Franco the truth about his child. Yet somehow, when the moment finally arrived, she found herself unable to say the words directly. Hearing Franco piece things together himself made everything feel easier—almost natural.If he had already begun to suspect the truth, then this conversation might finally lead somewhere meaningful.Encouraged by that thought, Alyana’s smile widened. She placed her bag gently on the table before taking a seat across from him.“Now we’re talking business,” she said lightly, leaning back in her chair.Franco’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her expression. Her calmness only deepened his curiosity.“Just tell me the truth,” he said, his voice firm but controlled. “And be realistic about it.” He paused briefly befor
311. Take A Look!
Franco’s lips trembled uncontrollably.He could hardly believe what he had just heard… or what he was seeing.Oscar was his child?Oscar was his real blood?Did that mean Alyana had been telling the truth all this time?Or… was she still lying to him?Franco couldn’t make sense of it. His thoughts clashed against each other, refusing to settle into anything reasonable. Even his own mind seemed unable to understand what was happening.The last time he checked, he had only slept with Alyana once.And that night…He hadn’t even been properly drunk.His drink had been tampered with. Mixed with something—something dangerous. A love potion… or rather, a sex potion.That was the only explanation he had ever been able to give himself for what happened that night.But even then, he had always believed that a single night like that wouldn’t possibly lead to a pregnancy.So how?How had Alyana gotten pregnant?And not only that… she had already given birth?And the child… was already this grown?