All Chapters of Slept With An "Ex-convict Nobody" - A Hidden Trillionaire!: Chapter 21
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Chapter 21: The fool’s duel
“Watch closely, ladies,” Titus declared, puffing out his chest with an air of exaggerated bravado. He rolled his shoulders as if warming up for a professional fight, even cracking his knuckles for extra effect. A cocky grin stretched across his face. “This will be over before he even knows what hit him.”He strutted a step forward, raising his chin high, savoring the admiring glances of the women behind him. Their claps and whispers fueled his ego, and for a moment, he imagined himself as a champion standing in a ring.Finally, he thought, a chance to redeem myself, to erase the humiliation of today. If I put Ethan in his place, they’ll stop mocking me. They’ll cheer me. They’ll respect me.With the handful of the martial arts lessons he remembered from his childhood, Titus was certain this was his moment. A few flashy moves, maybe a quick takedown, and Ethan would be flat on the ground. That, he believed, was the easiest way to restore his bruised pride.He stretched his neck from si
Chapter 22: A hand refused
Ethan exhaled slowly, his sharp eyes sweeping over Titus’ battered body who was barely clinging to consciousness, with his chest heaving in shallow gasps and his face pale beneath the streaks of blood and sweat. For all his pride and bravado, Titus had reached his breaking point.This was exactly what he was trying to avoid, but pride had gotten the better of Titus, and there he was on the ground barely breathing to stay alive.Left with no choice, Ethan stepped forward, his calm voice cutting through the cries and panic around them.“He’s going into shock,” Ethan announced, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “His body can’t take the strain anymore. The fractures, the blood loss, the exhaustion… it’s shutting him down. If he keeps gasping like this, his heart could stop at any moment.”Chloe’s head snapped up at his words, her tear-streaked face pale and trembling. Her grip on Titus’ limp arm tightened as though sheer will could anchor him to life. “W-what are you saying?” she stamme
Chapter 23: Bills in a cafe
After walking away from the chaos of Titus’ near-death struggle, Ethan kept his composure, but inside, the image of Titus’ broken body still lingered. The sound of fists colliding, the gasps of the crowd, the desperation in Titus’ eyes—it all replayed in his mind like a memory he couldn’t switch off. He hadn’t wanted to step in, not truly but when it came down to life or death, instinct had carried him forward, and once again, his hands—his cursed hands—had intervened.Now, with the crowd still buzzing behind him like a restless swarm, his steps carried him away from it all. His breathing steadied, but his mind didn’t.Then, his pocket vibrated. A sharp buzz.He froze mid-step.Slowly, Ethan pulled out his phone. The name flashing across the screen made his brows rise slightly—Emma.For a moment, surprise washed over him. She hadn’t called last night, not after the incident with her grandfather.He stared at the screen for a second longer than he should have. Then he swiped to answe
Chapter 24: Café confrontation
“You think tossing a few hundreds around makes you special? Makes you look important?” The waitress snapped. It was as if something about Ethan’s very presence had provoked her—not just the issue of the bill, but a deeper irritation, the kind born out of prejudice and assumption.The café stirred. A faint murmur rippled across the tables, the clinking of cutlery pausing mid-air. A couple seated near the window exchanged a quick glance, whispering behind their hands. A man in a suit across the room gave a small shake of his head, his disapproval subtle but noticeable.The waitress, however, seemed to feed on the attention. The more eyes that turned toward them, the more force she put into her words, her pride refusing to allow her to back down. Her cheeks flushed red, her stance stiff with defiance.“This doesn’t even cover the total,” she declared, slapping the folded bill slip against the table like evidence in a courtroom. Her voice, sharp and accusing. “Are you trying to cheat us?”
Chapter 25: Shadows of betrayal
Ethan remained composed even if he could already read the motives behind Bruno and Clara's intervention. He had long suspected that Bruno and Clara had been the ones to tip off the authorities five years ago, the betrayal that had ended with his arrest. Seeing them now, alive, well-dressed, and mocking him in public, only confirmed what he had always known in his gut. Five years ago wasn't a coincidence!Bruno smirked, clearly savoring every second of Ethan’s discomfort. “Well, old friend,” he drawled, “why don’t you settle this little misunderstanding first? Pay the lady properly, and then maybe we can sit down like civilized men and… catch up.”Clara tilted her head, her laugh soft. “Yes, Ethan. You always loved pretending you could handle things. Let’s see if you still can.”Their words dripped with mockery, yet there was something more behind them. It wasn’t just ridicule but a test. They wanted to push him, to measure what prison had done to him, to see if the Ethan they once b
Chapter 26: The return of an old ally
Ethan watched as Bruno and Clara strutted out of the café, their laughter sharp, echoing like cruel daggers in the silence they left behind. His hand brushed lightly against the pocket where the Supreme Black Card rested.Enough.He had endured insult after insult, swallowed humiliation until it threatened to choke him—but no more. If the Supreme Black Card was going to draw attention, then let it. If the truth was going to blaze through this room, then so be it.After all, one swipe of that card, and the balance of power would tilt. The café would learn, in one instant, who truly stood above. Bruno and Clara’s arrogance would dissolve into ashes. The waitress, smug in her petty scorn, would regret every word and every glance of disdain.The crowd’s gaze clung to him, hungry, expectant. Ethan was no longer just a man with an unpaid bill—he was the unfolding spectacle, the center of gravity pulling every pair of eyes. No one dared look away. Everyone waited to see how this scene would
Chapter 27: Another chance to try again
"Now get out of my sight!" Mylo barked at the waitress who scowled away in shame as everyone in the café couldn't help take their eyes of her."I'm very sorry for the way she treated you," Mylo went ahead to apologise, but Ethan’s mind was already elsewhere.Mylo, now beaming with pride and gratitude, clapped him warmly on the shoulder.“You know, you’ve done more for me than I can ever repay. If not for you, I would have never stood here today as the man I am. Let me host you tonight. There are some people you should meet—friends, partners… men of influence. I believe they need to know your name.”Ethan studied Mylo for a moment, the corners of his lips tugging slightly upward. Mylo had indeed changed and it filled him with a quiet satisfaction to see the man who was once an inmate now walking tall.“Very well,” Ethan replied. His voice was calm, but the weight beneath it was unshakable. “I’ll join you. But there’s something I must deal with first.”Mylo frowned. “Deal with?”Ethan’s
Chapter 28: The weight of fifty million
The morning sun was sharp against the glass towers as Ethan stepped out of the cab and onto the polished pavement. His destination loomed before him—the pristine Royal City Bank, the kind that prided itself on serving only the wealthiest clients.He pushed open the heavy doors, stepping into a hall filled with marble floors, golden accents, and a chill of artificial air. Well-dressed attendants flitted about, their smiles professional but hollow. To most of the people inside, Ethan was just another ordinary man in plain clothes, a nobody wandering into a place meant for the elite.He approached one of the counters, where a young attendant glanced up at him with practiced courtesy.“Yes, sir. How may I help you today?” she asked, her tone clipped yet not impolite.“I’d like to open an account,” Ethan said evenly.“Of course,” she replied, pulling out the necessary forms. “And what’s your initial deposit amount?”“Fifty million.”For a moment, silence. The attendant blinked, her pen f
Chapter 29: The manager behind the door
The door to the manager’s office was tall, glass-framed, and carried the weight of importance. Even before Ethan stepped inside, he could feel the eyes of the crowd boring into his back. Some were smirking, others whispering wagers on how quickly he would be thrown out. To them, this was entertainment—a fool marching to his own humiliation.The attendant pushed the door open with a flourish that said more than words. Go on, let’s see how far you get.Ethan entered.The office was spacious, and behind the wide desk sat a woman in a navy-blue suit, her hair perfectly styled, her posture radiating control.It was Stella Damascus.Emma’s former friend.Stella had been there alongside Jennifer and Tracy, when the truth had spilled out—that Ethan was the man Emma had had a one-night stand with.And when it was revealed that Ethan wasn’t just some fleeting mistake, but Emma’s actual husband, Stella had been the first to stand, sneering as though Emma had dragged herself through the mud.She
Chapter 30: The call that changed everything
The glass doors closed behind Ethan with a heavy thud as the guards ushered him out. The crowd of employees that had gathered in the lobby watched him go with a mixture of pity and mockery. Some chuckled under their breath, others whispered cruel jokes.“Did you see his face? He really thought he could open an account with fifty million!”“Ex-con or not, the man’s delusional.”“Emma must be regretting him every single day.”Their words slid off Ethan like rain on stone. He did not lash out, did not argue, did not even slow his steps. He walked through their ridicule with the same calm composure he had carried inside.Only when he stepped outside, into the sharp glare of the afternoon sun, did Ethan finally let his composure loosen. The cool, conditioned air of the bank had shielded him from Stella’s venom, but out here the sunlight struck him like judgment—hot, merciless and unyielding. He narrowed his eyes, exhaling slowly as if emptying his lungs of her insults.Since his return fro