All Chapters of Slept With An "Ex-convict Nobody" - A Hidden Trillionaire!: Chapter 71
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Chapter 71: The heiress and the king
Valentina Enzogrande’s arrival turned heads the moment she stepped into the restaurant. Draped in an elegant ivory dress that hugged her slender frame, with her dark hair swept neatly behind her shoulders, she carried herself with the poise of a woman born into power. The Enzogrande heiress did not need an entourage to announce her presence; her very aura demanded acknowledgment.She had driven herself, an unusual choice for someone of her stature, but tonight she wanted control. She had agreed to this meeting because the name A.M.E.N. had been whispered to her like a forbidden legend—an enigma who toppled empires with a word, who could make governments tremble with the stroke of a pen. She had expected a man cloaked in shadows, dangerous and untouchable.Instead, a polite waiter approached her the moment she crossed the threshold. “Miss Valentina Enzogrande,” he said with a deep bow, his voice rehearsed. “We have been expecting you. Please, this way.”Her sharp eyes narrowed briefl
Chapter 72: Shadows behind the contract
“You don’t owe me an explanation, Miss Enzogrande. You owe yourself one." Ethan’s lips curved faintly, "Because every choice you make ripples beyond the moment. The question is whether you’re certain the evidence that pushed you to rescind that contract was as unshakable as it appeared.”The words struck with the quiet weight of inevitability. Valentina’s eyes hardened, her lashes narrowing the intensity of her gaze, though her heartbeat betrayed her cool mask.She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately—an act of defiance in a room where Ethan already controlled the tempo.“I don’t gamble with the Enzogrande name,” she replied, her tone aristocratic. “The information was solid.”Ethan leaned forward, resting his elbows lightly on the table,“Solid,” he repeated softly. “Or convenient?”Her smile faltered, the faintest sign of agitation flashing across her face. She was not used to being challenged—certainly not like this. “What exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Wirtkov?”“That someone,”
Chapter 73: The choice in her heart
When Valentina returned to the Enzogrande mansion that night, the silence of its grand corridors felt louder than usual. Her heels clicked lightly against the marble floor, but her mind was too restless to hear it. The entire drive back had been consumed by one man—Wirtkov King.She replayed every moment of their exchange, every measured word and piercing look. He had ticked every box: striking looks sharpened with an aura of danger, confidence that didn’t scream arrogance, the strength of a man who did not need to prove himself. Gentlemanly, yet firm. He was everything she had ever told herself she wanted in a man—and more.And in that instant, something inside her shifted. Decision wrapped itself around her heart before logic could protest: Ethan Wirtkov King was the man she was going to marry.The thought was reckless, almost laughable, but it burned too fiercely to dismiss. She smiled faintly to herself, her eyes glowing with quiet resolve. The upcoming Enzogrande Charity Founda
Chapter 74: The weight of scorn
The air in the Robbins estate was still thick with panic when Ethan walked in. He had removed Ahmad’s masterful disguise earlier that morning, shedding the polished visage of Wirtkov King and slipping back into the skin of the poor, ordinary Ethan everyone thought him to be. The contrast was jarring—just last night he was power cloaked in mystery; now, he was the man most of them dismissed as unworthy.The sight that greeted him froze him in place. Grandfather Robbins sat slumped in his chair, pale and weak, his breathing shallow though steadier than before. Emma was crouched beside him, one hand braced against his arm, her face taut with fear she was trying to mask. Around her, the rest of the family clustered in a semicircle of despair and exhaustion—Leif with eyes red-rimmed from panic, Chloe wiping tears with the back of her hand, Aunt Rose still rubbing the old man’s shoulder, Lizzy standing rigid with clenched fists.Ethan’s brow furrowed immediately. “What happened?” His voic
Chapter 75: A vow in the corridor
Ethan’s footsteps echoed after Emma, each step a steady drumbeat against the floor. He didn’t rush. He knew her too well by now—knew that if he chased her like a desperate man, she would only push him further away, just as she had before.At the far end of the corridor, Emma had stopped. Her back was pressed to the wall, shoulders trembling faintly as she struggled to steady her breathing. She looked like someone cornered by her own emotions—too furious to cry, too wounded to lash out, caught somewhere in the middle.She heard his approach but didn’t move. Her head turned sharply as if ready to unleash the words building inside her. But before she could speak—before her pain could spill out in anger, Ethan was already standing before her.He didn’t waste a breath on explanations. Instead, he lifted his hand and pressed a single finger gently across her lips.“Shhhh.”The sound was low, commanding yet strangely tender. Emma froze beneath his touch, her lips stilling, her wide eyes lo
Chapter 76: A dangerous spark
Later that same day, while Ethan was all alone by himself, he began to replay Chloe’s words again and again in his mind like an echo that refused to fade. No woman in her right mind would ever love someone like you. For a lesser man, those words would have been poison, corroding confidence and leaving only ashes of self-doubt. But Ethan was not a lesser man. He had grown used to Chloe's venom, and this time, instead of breaking him, it sparked something far more dangerous.His lips curled slowly, the kind of smile that was more blade than warmth. Chloe, in her arrogance, had handed him the perfect weakness: her pride. She thought herself untouchable, untamable, a goddess in her own world. She believed love, affection, and attention were her tools to wield and discard.Ethan decided, it was time to turn that weapon against her.The Enzogrande contract loomed ahead, a storm cloud heavy with opportunity. He had seven days to reclaim what everyone thought he had already lost. But why s
Chapter 77: The king's gambit
Fate eventually handed Ethan the perfect opening after he learned of Chloe's arranged date with Titus at one of the most exclusive nightclubs in town.After the last show down with Titus, they hadn't seen each other again, and Ethan could feel that this was the perfect opportunity to get back at both Chloe and Titus on the same day.And so, by the time midnight approached, the club was already alive with a pulse of luxury. Music rolled through the walls like liquid gold, velvet lounges glittered under soft chandeliers, and the air was thick with perfume, smoke, and the low murmur of power colliding with money. Waiters glided like shadows, their trays heavy with crystal glasses filled to the brim with champagne worth more than most people’s annual salaries.And then he arrived.Not as Ethan.As Wirtkov King.Ahmad’s Malcolm makeup did its work flawlessly again. Ethan’s own face was gone, replaced by a sharper, more commanding visage—an enigma wrapped in precision. He wore a black tai
Chapter 78: Beneath the sheets
Chloe’s eyes flew open the next morning to a brightness that stabbed through her lashes like knives. Her head throbbed, her mouth dry, but it wasn’t the lingering weight of alcohol that made her sit upright with a sharp gasp.It was her body.She was bare beneath the sheets, her skin pressing against the cool silk, her only shield the blanket wrapped tightly around her curves. Panic clawed at her chest as her mind struggled to string together the fragments of last night—the private lounge, the laughter and drinks, the penetrating gaze of Wirtkov King that had left her trembling, powerless and undone.But then, nothing else but a complete void.Her hands clenched the sheet tighter, knuckles whitening as a cold rush of fear slid down her spine. What had happened while her memory betrayed her? Had she really—?Then she heard it.The faint but steady hiss of water. The shower.Her breath caught, heartbeat accelerating as her eyes snapped toward the closed door of the adjoining restroom.
Chapter 79: A call from the heiress
Ethan pulled smoothly into the long, sweeping driveway of the Robbins’ mansion. The iron gates parted without hesitation, swinging open like the practiced arms of servants trained to obey wealth. The car rolled forward, its sleek hum echoing against the tall marble pillars that framed the estate.The sun glinted mercilessly on the sprawling white stone, highlighting every perfect detail of the Robbins’ world of privilege. But inside the car, the air was thick.Chloe sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her pulse still unstable from the storm of the morning. Every second beside Wirtkov King felt like a test she wasn’t prepared to take. His presence clung to her like smoke—sharp, consuming, and impossible to ignore.She stole a glance at him. Ethan’s profile was unreadable, carved in cold detachment, his gaze fixed ahead. Not once had he broken the silence since they left the club. Not once had he given her the mercy of explanation beyond that disarming line: “I’m a man, not a pig.”Her t
Chapter 80: La Rossa
La Rossa was alive with low murmurs and the delicate clinking of crystal glasses when Ethan stepped through its gilded doors. The chandeliers overhead spilled golden light across velvet drapes, mahogany walls, and tables dressed in flawless white linen. The scent of truffle, wine, and fresh roses mingled in the air, heavy with exclusivity.Heads turned. Conversations faltered. The presence of Wirtkov King was not one that could be ignored.Valentina Enzogrande was already there draped in emerald silk, a gown cut to command attention without needing to beg for it. Diamonds glittered at her ears, but it was her poise—the effortless stillness of a queen accustomed to being revered—that made every gaze linger. She didn’t rise to meet him. She didn’t have to. Her presence alone bent the room in her favor.Ethan, however, was unmoved. He walked toward her with the composure of a man immune to intimidation. When he reached the table, he inclined his head briefly, the faintest gesture of res