All Chapters of Underrated Secret Billionaire: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81: The Warning On Paper
The drive to Black Blossom felt like a blur. Tiana's hands were tight on the steering, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her thoughts swirled with confusion and disbelief. Every word Arturo said the night before kept ringing in her head like a bell that refused to stop echoing.Jalen bought her company? And didn’t even bother to change the name?She had refused to believe it at first. She had hoped it was just one of Arturo’s sick games, another manipulative jab meant to get under her skin. But then again, why would he lie about something like that? Why would he sound so confident, so smug, if he had no proof?She stepped harder on the accelerator, her eyes straight ahead. Her heart was racing now, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation clawing through her chest. She needed answers, and she needed them fast. Her curiosity felt like something alive, gnawing inside her, demanding clarity. Whatever this was, it wasn’t something she could ignore. Not anymore.As she pulled up in f
Chapter 82: What Have You Done?
Tiana sat quietly in her car parked outside the gate, her mind was drowning in so many thoughts that she could barely focus on the world outside. The sky was beginning to dim, and even as the gentle breeze wafted through the slightly opened window, she felt no calm, no ease. Instead, there was a tightness in her chest, a tension she couldn't shake off. That card she had found, small, clean, and innocent-looking, now felt heavier than stone. Its message was blunt, threatening, and chilling.Those words repeated in her head like a chant from hell. She clutched the steering wheel with both hands, her knuckles whitening from the force of her grip. Her thoughts swung back to earlier events, how her company was still running under her old brand name, the unmistakable feeling that Jalen was behind it all, and now, this note. The puzzle was no longer a simple misunderstanding; it had evolved into something darker and far more dangerous than she ever imagined.She dialed Arturo's number.I
Chapter 83: The Woman Who Roared
The atmosphere in the boardroom was tense. The air felt heavy with conflict and uncertainty. The long polished table that usually served as a platform for calm business deliberations had become a battleground of voices. Some members leaned forward in their chairs, gesturing wildly as they spoke, while others folded their arms, watching the scene unfold with tight-lipped expressions."This is ridiculous!" George Briggs bellowed, slamming his fist lightly against the mahogany surface. "We are sitting here tearing each other apart over one man. And where the hell is this Arturo that we are all fighting ourselves for? Isn’t he supposed to be here by now? Where is he, huh?"Before anyone could answer, a deep baritone voice echoed from the entrance."Right here."All heads turned sharply to the door. Arturo stepped in with the kind of confidence only a man like him could exude. He was dressed in a crisp dark grey suit, his tie knotted to perfection, his steps deliberate and unhurried."A
Chapter 84: The Return of Mrs. Adesina
The boardroom was silent now, the air still thick from the tension that had just been shattered by Bose Adesina's fiery intervention. There were no more outbursts, no more heated arguments. Only hushed whispers from the board members who remained, their gazes flitting toward the woman who had, within moments, taken back control of the company her late husband had built from the ground up."Thank you all for your time," Bose said quietly, her voice gentle but commanding. She rose from her seat with grace, lifting the golden fabric of her wrapper as she moved. "This meeting is dismissed. Please, go and carry on with your day."One by one, the board members filed out of the room, some nodding respectfully, others offering brief words of appreciation and welcome. Malik stayed behind, hovering near the door with Chief Magnus and another woman whose graceful presence and soft smile gave her a calming presence. Bose glanced at the three of them, motioning for them to remain."Please, st
Chapter 85: Plot to Kill
Arturo sat stiffly in the large leather chair in his study, the evening sun dimming through the half-drawn blinds. The air in the room was still, save for the low hum of the ceiling fan above him. His right hand gripped the phone tightly, his voice harsh, low, and tense as he spoke."Did you do what I told you?" he asked, his voice already vibrating with suspicion. The tone in his voice wasn't just a question; it was a threat wrapped in concern.Carlos' voice came through the speaker, hesitant. "Yes, Dad. I did it. I pulled the trigger."There was a long silence on Arturo's end. He didn't seem satisfied. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the phone. "Carlos," he said, voice suddenly turning colder, darker. "Listen very carefully to me. If I find out you're lying to me... if you're hiding anything, anything at all, I swear, you'll regret it. You know me.""I'm not lying," Carlos replied, but there was a quiver in his voice. Even he was beginning to get tired of the mess. The killing
Chapter 86: The Echoes of Truth
The sun had barely kissed the horizon when the gates of Adesins Corporation were already under siege by a battalion of reporters. Their cameras clicked relentlessly, microphones pointed like weapons, voices echoing questions that tumbled over one another in haste.Malik Freeman had just stepped out of his car, straightening his tie with one hand and holding his briefcase in the other, when he was immediately surrounded."Mr. Freeman, can you tell us what's happening with Adesins Corporation?""Is it true the company is about to declare bankruptcy?""Where is Jalen Adesina? Why is there no update from the board?""Who is in charge now?"The crowd pressed in, voices rising like a storm gathering strength. Malik could feel the sweat beginning to form on his brow despite the cool morning air. The weight of representing a company in crisis pressed down on his shoulders like a physical burden. These weren't just reporters, but they were vultures circling what they perceived to be a dying
Chapter 87: Digging Deeper
Inspector Dennis was not a man to be easily discouraged. Ever since Sonia’s death and the disappearance of Jalen Adesina, he had refused to sleep well or breathe freely. He knew there was more to the story than what the accident scene revealed. And now, it was time to start digging deeper, starting with the site where everything changed.That morning, he drove silently through the city, his hands firm on the steering wheel. His eyes scanned the road, his mind revisiting the details in the case files. Eventually, he reached the area where Jalen’s car had been found after the crash, shattered windshield, glass fragments littering the ground, the pungent smell of fuel and scorched rubber still etched into the memory of the place.He stepped out of the car and walked around slowly. This was not just an accident site; it was a clue-stuffed graveyard of secrets. He looked over the cliff, imagining the car tumbling down. The silence that now surrounded the place only made the weight hea
Chapter 88: A Mother’s Intuition
Bose stood still in her living room, her eyes resting on the life-sized portrait of her son—Jalen, that hung on the wall. The edges of the painting were perfectly framed, but her gaze had moved past the gold frame and into the soft gaze of the man in the picture. She held a half-filled wine glass in one hand, her other hand unconsciously pressed against her chest. There had been so much talk, whispers in boardrooms, sighs in the hallways, murmurs in the street corners, that Jalen was dead. Gone forever. But somehow, Bose refused to accept it. Her heart wouldn’t let her. Her instincts as a mother were too stubborn to believe otherwise.She walked slowly to the couch, sat gently, and stared at the muted television. Though her body was there, her mind had travelled elsewhere. Where could her son be? Was he still bleeding? Was he even able to walk? Eat? Breathe? The thoughts consumed her. More than once, she’d woken up in the middle of the night, sweating and gasping. She’d seen his
Chapter 89: Jalen Returns from the Dead
Bose stepped out of the black SUV, her stiletto heels clicking softly on the tiled pavement as the early Saturday sun cast shadows around the business venue. She adjusted the shawl on her shoulder, keeping her poise as always, her perfume was faint but elegant. Her driver had already pulled away after dropping her off. Just as she began to approach the main building, she noticed a black tinted car parked two blocks behind. It wasn’t the first time she had seen it today.Something about the way it remained still, its windows shielded like darkened mirrors, unsettled her. She had seen it on her way here, first at the roundabout, then again behind her just after she made a U-turn at the last intersection. But she had dismissed it, convincing herself it was just her mind playing games again—too many nights spent worrying about Jalen, too many hours consumed by fear.Now, the same vehicle was just parked there. It didn’t move. No one stepped out. Bose paused briefly, debating whether to
Chapter 90: The Forest and the Fire
I remember the darkness.It wasn’t the kind that came from closed eyelids or empty space. No, this darkness was different. It felt like weight — pressing, suffocating, endless. My body was cold, soaked in blood, and I couldn’t move. The pain came in waves. My ears picked faint sounds: birds chirping, dry leaves crackling under weightless feet, and then… footsteps. Quick, careful, approaching towards me.I couldn’t open my eyes yet. My lips were dry and cracked, my limbs numb. I heard a gasp. Then hands, small, soft but strong, lifted my head gently. “Oh my God… Are you alive?” a woman’s voice trembled. “Please, don’t die here…”I drifted out again.When I woke up, it was two days later. The room was small, wooden walls stained with old smoke, the window open to a quiet green field outside. The scent of herbs was thick in the air. A woman sat near the fire, pounding something in a clay mortar. When she noticed me stirring, she rushed to my side.“You’re awake,” she said, kneeling b