All Chapters of The Young Student Trillionaire: Chapter 191
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Chapter 191
The soft patter of rain against the windowpane filled the quiet of Margaret’s room. The scent of lilies—remnants from the funeral—still lingered faintly in the air. She sat on the edge of her bed, hands clasped together on her lap, eyes fixed on nothing. The black dress she wore earlier was folded neatly across the chair by her dresser, but she still felt its weight pressing on her chest, heavy and suffocating.John’s funeral had drawn a crowd—friends, acquaintances, business partners—but now, everyone was gone. The laughter, the murmured condolences, the pitying stares had all faded, leaving her in the echo of her own silence.She hadn’t cried at the graveside. She had stood still, stoic, her eyes dry. She had told herself she was past this—that John’s betrayal, his absence, his failures as a husband had hardened her beyond the reach of tears.But now that she was all alone, her mask had cracked.Her trembling fingers brushed the edge of an old picture frame that sat on the nightsta
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Chloe returned to her room and sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at her phone screen. Her mother’s words lingered in her head like an echo she couldn’t shake.She needed a distraction—anything to stop her mind from wandering back to the look on Margaret’s face, that quiet sorrow mixed with something darker. Something unsaid.Almost instinctively, Chloe opened her messages. Her last text to Wilfreda was still there, unread.“Where are you? You didn’t show up for John’s funeral. I’m worried.”She had sent it hours ago. No response.Chloe frowned, scrolling through her call history. Three missed calls to Wilfreda—all unanswered. Not like her.“Maybe she’s just… taking time to herself,” Chloe murmured. But the uneasy feeling in her stomach said otherwise.She tried dialing again. The line rang once, twice—then went straight to voicemail. She tried again. Still the same.Her pulse quickened. Wilfreda never ignored calls for this long. Not from her.Without thinking, Chloe tapped
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The following morning was gray and cold—the kind of morning where the clouds hung low enough to feel like they were pressing down on the city. Chloe hadn’t slept a wink. The night had been endless—every time she closed her eyes, she saw Harry’s face behind steel bars, or worse, Wilfreda’s smile fading into a memory she might never see again.By the time she reached the front of the precinct, Chance was already waiting, leaning against his car. He hadn’t slept either.“Hey,” Chloe greeted quietly, pulling her coat tighter around her shoulders.Chance gave a brief nod. “Hey. You ready?”“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she murmured.Together, they stepped up the precinct stairs, their footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. Inside, the building smelled faintly of disinfectant and old paper—a mix of bureaucracy and cold justice. Officers moved briskly through the corridors, radios crackling, phones ringing.Chloe’s heart thudded in her chest as they approached the front desk. “We’re here
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Gerald Seth, who had been watching them from the far end of the corridor, cleared his throat gently. “Mr. O’Connor,” he called, motioning for Chance to step aside for a moment.Chloe glanced at Chance, uncertain, but he gave her a reassuring nod before following Gerald a few steps away from the door.The officer’s expression shifted slightly—less official, more human. He looked over his shoulder, making sure no one else was within earshot. “Listen, I shouldn’t be saying this,” he began in a low tone. “I don’t usually interfere in prisoner testimonies or investigations. But I’ve handled enough of these cases to know when someone’s protecting someone else.”Chance’s brow furrowed. “You’re saying Harry’s not guilty?”Gerald exhaled. “That boy… he’s covering for someone. You can see it in his eyes. The hesitation. The way he chooses his words. He’s not the one who committed that murder.”Chance’s expression hardened. “Then who did?”Gerald exhaled deeply as if weighing his words, his gaz
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They stepped out of the West Wing doors into the crisp autumn air. The motorcade was lined up perfectly—sleek black vehicles gleaming like onyx beneath the midday sun.The Secret Service agents adjusted their earpieces as Julia climbed into the main car. The doors shut with a muted thud, sealing her inside with silence and the faint scent of leather.As the convoy rolled forward, her gaze drifted to the passing scenery—the fountains, the lawns, the gathering press behind metal barriers. Somewhere beyond the chaos of flashing cameras, the Prime Minister’s convoy was approaching from the opposite end of the drive, accompanied by police motorcycles and diplomatic flags fluttering in the breeze.Julia composed herself, reaching for the calm she’d perfected over the years. When the car stopped in front of the South Portico, she stepped out gracefully, every movement measured and confident.The Prime Minister of India—an older, dignified man in a white Nehru jacket—descended from his vehic
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When Chance and Chloe finally reached Wilfreda’s street, Chance parked just by the curb, and then they climbed the steps together, the echo of their shoes following them up the dim corridor until they reached her door. Chance knocked once—firm, deliberate.No answer.He tried again, louder this time.The sound of footsteps approached from within, hesitant and dragging, and then the door opened halfway.Wilfreda stood there, her face pale, her eyes red-rimmed. She looked nothing like the confident, composed woman they both knew. Her hair was messy, her expression hollow, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want?”Chloe and Chance exchanged a quick glance—part confusion, part concern.“Wilfreda…” Chloe started softly, her tone cautious, almost gentle. “Are you okay?”Wilfreda blinked, her lips tightening. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she muttered, stepping back slightly but not enough to let them in. Behind her, the faint glow of a desk lamp spilled across stacks of paper, an open l
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Chance stood between them, feeling the heat rise like static before a storm. His heart pounded against his ribs as he looked from Wilfreda to Chloe, both women now locked in an invisible tug-of-war—one desperate to reveal the truth, the other desperate to bury it.Helsin, now visibly unsettled, took another step forward, clutching her robe around her shoulders. “Wilfreda,” she said slowly, “you’re shaking. What is this about? Is something wrong?”“No, Mom,” Wilfreda said quickly, her voice almost breaking. “Nothing’s wrong. Please, just… go back inside. I’ll bring the tea in a minute.”But her mother didn’t move. Her eyes, soft yet searching, lingered on her daughter’s face for a long moment before turning toward Chance and Chloe. “I'm not blind, just so you know. You three look like ghosts. Whatever this is, I deserve to know.”Wilfreda’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, her entire body trembling. “Mom,” she said weakly, “please… just go.”Helsin hesitated, confusion deepening th
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Chloe stepped closer, her voice trembling. “Chance… I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I swear, I only found out last week. I wanted to tell you, but I felt it'd be better if Wilfreda revealed it to you herself.Her words came out fast, desperate, tripping over each other in her rush to explain. “I thought she’d tell you the moment she was ready. I begged her, Chance, I did. But when she didn’t, I—”“Stop,” he whispered.Chloe froze, the word hitting her like a slap.Wilfreda’s breath came out shaky, and when she finally found her voice, it cracked like brittle glass. “She’s telling the truth, Chance. I was going to tell you. I just—”Her voice faltered, and her eyes filled again with tears. “I didn’t know how. I didn’t know if you’d… if you’d ever look at me the same way again. I was scared. You’re—” she choked, pressing a hand to her chest, “you’re Chance O’Connor. And I’m just… me. I didn’t know if you’d ever accept me as your sister after everything that’s happened.”The rawness i
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Chloe gasped softly, a hand covering her mouth. Chance, however, sat frozen, his mind reeling as the truth settled in like lead.Helsin’s words came out broken, remorse dripping from each syllable. “I woke up the next morning and hated myself. I watched him leave, after he realized what I had done with him.""And Julia?" Chloe asked."She was mad after she found out, and that was the end of the our friendship." Helsin replied, took a brief pause and then continued. "As for Steven, he went ahead to marry Julia, built a life with her, and I kept my silence. Until Wilfreda was born. Until the truth started clawing its way back up.”She finally looked up at Chance, her tear-streaked face raw with guilt. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I didn’t plan to ruin lives. I just wanted… to feel seen.”Chance’s hands curled into fists at his sides, but he said nothing. His chest rose and fell unevenly, the storm inside him impossible to contain.Wilfreda, who had been standing by the doo
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Chance rose slowly from his seat, his breathing uneven, the storm in his chest finally reaching its breaking point. For a long time, no one moved—no one dared to. Helsin’s confession, the sheer weight of history she’d just unearthed, seemed to hang thick in the air like smoke after an explosion.Chloe’s pulse raced as she watched him. He wasn’t angry anymore—at least not the same kind of anger that had burned through him earlier. The rage had faded, leaving something else behind. Something raw, quiet, and impossibly heavy.When he finally lifted his gaze, his expression softened—not with disbelief, but with an ache that seemed to stretch generations deep.“Wilfreda…” he murmured.Wilfreda flinched as though hearing her name had been a sentence. Her hands trembled at her sides, her tearful eyes locked on him. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Chance took a step forward, and another, his footsteps slow, deliberate, echoing in the tense silence.Wilfreda’s heart hammered agains