All Chapters of The Young Student Trillionaire: Chapter 371
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Chapter 371
The next hour was a blur of horror. The storm outside had quieted to a fitful sigh, leaving the world hushed and aching.CSSA agents moved with efficient solemnity. They took custody of a shattered Robert O’Connor, guiding his limp, unresisting form away from his brother’s body. They didn't handcuff him; the utter defeat in his posture made restraints seem superfluous. He went without a word, his head bowed, his last glance a lingering look of devastation at Richard’s still form on the cold floor.Richard’s body was treated with a detached respect. Agents zipped him into a black bag. The sound of the zipper was obscenely loud in the quiet bay. They carried him out on a stretcher, a different exit than the one Robert was taken through. A parting of ways, even in death.Chance didn’t move from his vigil by Helsin’s body. He had taken a clean trauma blanket from Gerald’s kit and covered her, a small dignity against the exposure. He sat on an overturned crate, his bloody hands hanging be
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“For I am convinced that neither death nor life… neither the present nor the future… will be able to separate us from the love of God…”As the final prayer faded, the funeral director gave a subtle nod. The mechanism engaged with a soft, mechanical whir. The casket began its slow, deliberate descent into the earth.It was the movement that broke her.A terrible, guttural sound was ripped from Wilfreda’s throat—a wordless cry of protest against the finality of it. Her porcelain composure shattered.She lunged forward, as if to grab the lowering casket, to physically halt the descent, to pull her mother back from the abyss.Chloe and Priya moved as one. They were beside her in an instant, not restraining with force, but encircling her with a firm, compassionate presence. Chloe caught her arm gently, while Priya placed a steadying hand on her back.“Wilfreda, no,” Chloe whispered, her voice thick with her own tears. "Let her go peacefully. She needs you to be strong now.”Wilfreda strug
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"Just the woman," a voice had said through the grille. "Harry stays."Those were the last words Harry heard before Helsin was taken away.Helsin had fought. For the first time in her gentle, intellectual life, Professor Helsin had fought like a wild thing. It took three men to pry her fingers from the doorframe. Her screams—Harry, Harry, don't be afraid—still echoed in the concrete walls.That was before. Now, there was only silence and the dark.Now Harry sat with his back against the cold wall, knees drawn to his chest, counting his breaths. One, two, three. Breathe, Harry. Just breathe.He was weak. They gave him food—enough to keep him alive, not enough for strength. Water in a paper cup. His wrist still ached from the restraints they'd used on him. But he was alive. And as long as he was alive, there was hope.She got out, he told himself, for the hundredth time. They came for her. Someone came. She's safe.He didn't know if he believed it. The alternative was a darkness too vas
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Christopher ended the call and set the phone down on the console beside the untouched whiskey. His reflection stared back at him, and now the smile was fully formed, a crescent of cold anticipation.Richard was dead. A loss. A waste. His uncle had been useful, and his death was a blow to their faction.But Robert was still breathing. Robert was still in the game, even if he was currently sitting in a holding cell, stripped of his freedom and his dignity.And Christopher O'Connor did not abandon his father.The Kings had given him resources, but they saw him as a tool. His father had taught him that power was the only currency. Well. Christopher still had power. He had money, connections, a network of assets the CSSA hadn't yet uncovered. He had the backing of four dynasties who thought they could control him.And now he had a reason to accelerate his timeline.***Seven days had passed since the Aerie. Seven days since Chance had returned home, still wearing clothes that had been cle
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Chance looked down at his hands. They were still steady. The numbness was gone, replaced by a cold clarity. Helsin was dead. Harry was missing. Richard was buried. Robert was in a cell. And Christopher—Christopher was out there, being rebuilt by men who thought they could control him.He looked up at Gerald. "The Four Kings. How deep does their involvement go?""Deep. They're not just funding Christopher—they're integrating him into their own operations. He's been given access to their intelligence networks, their logistical infrastructure, their political connections." Gerald paused. "We also have evidence that they're planning a summit. A formal council to review their operation's progress and approve the next phase.""When? Where?"***Harry's eyes flew open, and immediately he wished they hadn't. The world tilted and swam, a nauseating carousel of light and shadow. His head throbbed with a vicious, insistent rhythm, the pain concentrated at his left temple where the blow had land
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Marta's eyes met his. They were grey, the colour of the sky through the thatch, and they held something that made Harry's breath catch. Not pity, not condescension. Recognition."You've been in a bad place, Harry," she said quietly. He looked away, at the rough beams of the ceiling, at the slivers of grey sky. "How did I get here?"Marta was silent for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was softer."There are men who work for the people who took you. Not all of them are monsters. Some of them are just... desperate. In debt." She paused. "One of them used to know my husband. Before my husband died. He came to me because he didn't know where else to go.""He brought me here?""He said he took pity on you. That what they were planning to do to you—" She stopped, shook her head. "It doesn't matter what he said. What matters is that you're here now, and you're alive, and I'm going to do everything I can to keep you that way."Harry processed this slowly, his bruised mind turning th
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The soup arrived as promised, and it was the most extraordinary thing Harry had ever tasted.This was not hyperbole. After days of stale bread and tepid water, of meals pushed through a slot in a door by hands that never acknowledged his existence, the simple vegetable broth was a revelation. Marta had added potatoes, carrots, and something green he couldn't identify, all simmered with herbs that perfumed the entire cabin. A thick slab of crusty bread lay across the top of the bowl, slowly absorbing the golden liquid.Harry ate like a man starved—because he was. He tried to maintain some dignity, some semblance of the polite, well-raised young man that he was, but his hands shook with hunger and the spoon clattered against the bowl. Marta sat in a worn armchair across from him, mending a tear in a woolen sweater, her needle moving in small, precise stitches. She did not watch him eat, for which he was grateful.When the bowl was empty and the bread reduced to crumbs, Harry set down
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Harry felt his chest constrict. He had asked the question lightly, expecting to hear about a grown son who visited on holidays, who sent letters, who had children of his own. Not this. Never this."He was eight years old," Marta said. Her voice was steady, but the tears in her eyes did not fall. They simply collected there, refracting the firelight. "His name was Raymond."Harry didn't know what to say. The weight of her grief, revealed so quietly, so matter-of-factly, pressed down on him. "I'm sorry," he whispered. It was inadequate. It was all he had.Marta's hand remained on his, warm and calloused. She did not withdraw from his inadequate sympathy. She simply held it, as she had held his grief moments ago, and let it be enough."Raymond was small for his age," she said, her gaze drifting to the fire. "Like you. Quiet, like you. He used to follow Viktor around the property, collecting wood, feeding the chickens. Viktor would pretend to be annoyed, but he wasn't. He loved having hi
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Courtney pulled her car into the garage of her brownstone, the familiar space offering none of its usual comfort. Her eyes burned from staring at spreadsheets. Her neck ached from the tension she carried in her shoulders like a second skin.Gary had offered to drive her home. She had declined. He needed rest too, and besides, she was a grown woman capable of navigating the streets without a chaperone. That decision now felt like a lifetime ago.The garage door rumbled shut behind her. She sat in the sudden silence, gripping the steering wheel, letting her head fall forward for just a moment. Breathe, she told herself. Just breathe.She didn't know that in the apartment above, the air had already stopped moving.The stairs felt steeper than usual. Her bag, heavy with files and a laptop, dug into her shoulder. She fumbled for her keys, the familiar ritual automatic, her mind still half-trapped in the web of offshore accounts and shell corporations she had been untangling.The door swung
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Courtney heard sirens wailing distantly, as if from underwater, her attention still fixed on the woman who had murdered her sister and was now standing in her doorway like a ghost made flesh.The woman's head tilted, listening. The sirens were close now—blocks away, minutes at most. Her expression didn't change, but something in her posture shifted, coiling for departure."Margaret," Courtney whispered, the name falling from her lips like a prayer. "She called you. Before—" She couldn't finish.The woman nodded, almost approvingly. "She was reaching for her phone when I came through the door. Fast fingers. I'll give her that." She moved toward the door, her steps silent, her gun now tucked against her side. "The call connected. She didn't have time to speak, but the dispatcher heard enough. Screaming. A struggle." A pause at the threshold. "They've been trying to trace the location for the last twenty minutes. Took them long enough."Courtney's legs gave way. She sank to her knees be