All Chapters of REBIRTH TO BECOME TRILLIONAIRE HEIR: Chapter 131
- Chapter 140
150 chapters
Chapter 131: The Mask of Normalcy
The news of Laura’s arrest spreads like wildfire. Her face flashes across every major network, headlines screaming about her connection to the hit-and-run. For days, she dominates the media cycle, her family scrambling to manage the damage. But for me, the moment marks something deeper. It feels like the chains around my feet have finally loosened.For months, I have operated from the shadows, hiding behind layers of secrecy, never letting the world know who truly pulls the strings. Now, with Laura out of the picture and Justin’s empire crumbling, I feel the time has come to step into the light.I stand before a crowd of journalists, shareholders, and executives at the newly rebranded headquarters of my merged company. The sleek glass building towers over the city, a monument to everything I’ve fought for, sacrificed for, bled for. The cameras click, the lights burn hot against my face, but for once, I don’t shy away.“I am Kelvin,” I announce, my voice steady though my chest pounds.
Chapter 132: The Hunter Becomes the Prey
Kelly's POVThe city feels colder than usual tonight. Maybe it’s the weight of what I’m doing, or maybe it’s just the shadows playing tricks on me. Either way, I move fast, my boots crunching on broken concrete as I cut through side streets and alleys, always listening, always watching. Justin and Donald are out here somewhere. I can feel it.I start small places where rumors thrive. The hardware store near the old rail yard has always been a watering hole for the city’s underbelly. I push the door open, a rusty bell announcing me. The man behind the counter looks up, eyes narrowing before they soften into recognition.“You looking for tools, or trouble?” he asks with a grin that shows too many missing teeth.“Donald,” I say flatly, stepping closer. “I heard he passed through.”The man scratches his beard, pretending to think. “Maybe I saw him. Two days ago. Bought some rope, duct tape, and a crowbar. Didn’t say much, just looked like he had business to handle.”My jaw tightens. Rope.
Chapter 133: The Intercepted Message
Kelvin's POV My phone buzzes on the desk, the sound sharp in the silence of my study. I’m halfway through signing a document when I hear it, but I don’t look up right away. Paperwork is my armor these days numbers and contracts keep me sane, keep me grounded. Still, the vibration repeats, more insistent this time, and I finally push the pen aside and reach for the device.Nothing. No notification. No message. Just the dim glow of the lock screen staring back at me.I frown. Did I imagine it? Stress has been gnawing at me ever since Eddy’s death, ever since Brianna’s accident, ever since Justin and Donald slipped through my grasp. Maybe I’m just hearing things. I shake it off, tuck the phone into my pocket, and step out of the study.Olivia is in the living room when I enter, sitting a little too straight, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her knuckles are white, her face pale. She looks up at me quickly, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.“You’re back early,” she s
Chapter 134: The Weight of a Crown
The second I see the message on my phone, my stomach twists into knots. You’d better come alone. The words are like shackles clamping around my chest, dragging me into a pit of dread.For a second, I can’t breathe. My brother-in-arms, my most loyal soldier, shackled and tortured because of me. The image of Eddy’s death slams into me his lifeless body, the blood pooling around him, all because he followed my orders. Rage and guilt fuse together, threatening to tear me apart.“I’m going,” I whisper harshly. “I won’t let another man die because of me. Not again.”Before I can take another step, Olivia blocked my path, her face pale, her hands trembling as she clutches my arm. “No!” she cries. “You can’t go, Kelvin. If you walk into their trap, that’s exactly what Donald and Justin want. You’ll hand yourself to them, and then what? Kelly and Lopez die, and so do you.”“Don’t tell me to sit here while they suffer!” My voice rises, echoing off the walls. “I won’t abandon them.”Lydia moves
Chapter 135: The Bluff
Lopez's POVThe warehouse reeks of rust and gasoline, the air heavy with sweat, fear, and the metallic tang of blood. Shackled to a chair, Kelly looks half-dead blood drying on his skin, his breaths shallow, but his eyes still burning with the stubborn fire that refuses to die.And me? I walk in pretending to be Kelvin. For a while, the disguise holds. Donald squints at me from across the dimly lit room, his lips curling into that cruel smirk I’ve seen too many times.“You finally came,” he sneers. “I knew you wouldn’t abandon your men.”The goons around him murmur, shifting their weight, some pointing their guns lazily at Kelly, others at me. I keep my face blank, my back straight. But then Donald tilts his head, his gaze narrowing, suspicion sparking like flint in his eyes.“No,” he mutters. His hand drifts toward the gun at his waist. “You’re not him.”In that split second, the entire room tightens, guns lifting, fingers brushing triggers. I don’t hesitate. I pull the small black d
Chapter 136: Donald Fall
The warehouse battlefield dissolves into chaos, but not for long. The thunder of gunfire is deafening at first, ricochets bouncing off the steel walls, men shouting orders, Donald barking desperate threats. Yet within minutes, the tide turns.We have them surrounded our soldiers, our bodyguards, Olivia barking crisp commands like a general, Lydia calmly ensuring no one panics. Kelly slumps against a truck, barely able to stand, but alive. I keep him shielded while I, still gripping that fake detonator, watches Donald with grim satisfaction.Outnumbered, outgunned, Donald and his men fold under the weight of overwhelming force. Their weapons clatter to the ground one by one. Hands shoot into the air. Boots kick away their rifles. Shouts turn to groans as they’re shoved onto their knees, zip ties binding their wrists.For the first time in what feels like forever, silence descends. My chest heaves as I lower my weapon, the blood in my ears finally quieting. Donald glares at me, hatred b
Chapter 137: The confession
I stare at Lydia, my chest tightening with a pressure I’ve been trying to ignore for weeks. Her eyes are fixed on me, sharp but trembling, searching for something she already knows yet refuses to accept. I hate this moment, but I know I can’t run from it anymore. The love triangle this silent storm brewing between us can’t continue. Someone will break, and if I don’t speak now, I’ll only hurt her more later.“I can’t keep avoiding this,” I tell her, my voice quiet but steady. “Lydia, you’ve been my strength, my shield, my partner through every storm… but my heart doesn’t belong to you. I’m in love with Brianna.”Her face doesn’t change. She stands perfectly still, like stone carved into the image of composure. For a moment, I think maybe she didn’t hear me, or maybe she’s too strong to let my words pierce through. But then I catch the subtle flicker in her eyes, the tiny quiver in her lips, and I know she’s bleeding inside even though she refuses to show it.She nods once. No tears, n
Chapter 138: The Necessary Evil
The meeting room feels colder today at my office, though the air conditioning hums as usual. I sit at the head of the long table, watching everyone file into their seats. Lydia sits across from me, her posture rigid, her eyes as unreadable as stone. Ever since that night when I told her the truth about Brianna, she has carried herself with an icy composure that unsettles me. She says nothing unless it’s necessary, her voice clipped and formal, her warmth replaced with something sharper, almost distant.Olivia enters with her usual determination, her eyes flickering briefly toward Kelly. He’s already seated, his injured arm still strapped in a sling. I don’t miss the way her gaze softens for a split second before she steels herself again. Something is happening between them. It’s in the small details the way she pulls his chair a little closer when she sits beside him, the way he leans ever so slightly toward her, as if her presence steadies him. No one says it out loud, but everyone i
Chapter 139: The Schism
Tension hangs in the air like smoke that refuses to clear. It starts with small exchanges, whispers between Lydia and Olivia when they think I’m not listening, but soon it grows into something everyone notices. Lydia corners Olivia in the corridor one evening after a board session, her voice sharp, echoing against the polished walls. I don’t hear every word, but I catch enough to understand the essence of it: a warning.“Stop advising Kelvin to take the inhumane approach,” Lydia says, her tone cold as steel. “You think you’re protecting him, but you’re dragging him down a path he’ll never return from.”Olivia doesn’t back down. She never does. “I’m protecting him by making sure enemies don’t get the chance to rise again. You think you’re noble, Lydia, but mercy has nearly gotten us all killed more than once.”Their words slice the air like knives, and from that moment on, their relationship shifts into something dangerous. They begin to counter each other at every turn, one argument s
Chapter 140: The Breaking Point
The bar is dimly lit, humming with chatter, the kind of place where secrets can slip between glasses and no one notices. I sit at a distance, watching as the night unfolds, though I don’t make my presence known. Kelly escorts Olivia inside first. She looks tense, her hair pulled back neatly, her eyes sharp, like a soldier bracing for battle rather than a woman coming for a conversation. A few minutes later, Lopez arrives with Lydia, who carries herself with her usual poise.For a fleeting second, I almost believe it might work that these two brilliant, stubborn women might finally put aside their differences.Kelly and Lopez exchange a glance. Without a word, they step back, leaving the table for Lydia and Olivia alone. I can see both women hesitate, as though even sitting across from each other is a challenge. Finally, Olivia lowers herself into a chair, her arms crossed, while Lydia follows with grace, placing her glass of whiskey carefully on the table between them.The first few m