All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE TRILLIONAIRE HEIR: Chapter 41
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CHAPTER FORTY - ONE
“Mr. Rico?” The voice on the other end of the line was careful, formal, yet threaded with urgency that made Rico’s chest tighten. “This is from the care center. It’s about Mrs. Eleanor Devi.” He held the phone to his ear, letting the words hang in the humid dining room. The soft patter of rain outside felt muted, almost conspiratorial, as if the house itself held its breath. The chatter from the dining room—plates scraping, glasses tapping—blurred into silence in his mind. His muscles coiled, every nerve prickling, premonition crawling along his spine. “What about her?” His voice remained calm, measured, but the tight line of his jaw betrayed the restraint he forced himself to maintain. A flicker of dread rose, nameless, unbidden. “She… she had a fall, sir,” the nurse hurried, guilt threading her tone. “Nothing serious physically. But she’s been insistent… asking for you. She refused to rest until we called.” Rico’s eyes drifted to the dining room. Damian had frozen mid-motion;
Chapter Forty- Two
Rico stepped onto the wet driveway, rain plastering the umbrella Eliron held over his head. The sleek black car waited under the muted glow of the estate lights, hood slick with water, tires glistening like black onyx. The scent of wet asphalt and rain hung heavy in the air, sharp and cold, but Rico barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere, coiled tight with urgency. “Eliron,” he said, voice low but firm, “is the car ready?” “Yes, it is, young master,” Eliron replied, eyes steady, though a thread of concern lingered beneath the calm. He had seen this tension in Rico before—the kind that demanded obedience more than advice. It wasn’t just impatience; it was purpose sharpened into a weapon. Rico gave a curt nod and reached for the keys. Eliron handed them over, the cold metal pressing into Rico’s palm. In that instant, Eliron felt the familiar weight of responsibility shift, leaving him behind. His chest tightened, but he forced himself to remain still, watching the young master.
Chapter Forty-Three
Rain hammered the road in endless sheets, washing the world into gray blur. The storm swallowed every sound except the steady thud of water against metal. Headlights flickered weakly through the downpour, and a silver car sat skewed across the lane, smoke curling from its hood. Rico slowed his own car, fingers tightening on the wheel as he pulled up beside it. He stepped out without a word. The cold rain soaked him instantly, plastering his dark coat to his frame. The man standing beside the wreck flinched when Rico approached. His hair was slick to his forehead, eyes wide with panic. He looked young—mid-thirties, maybe—but the way he trembled made him seem smaller. From the passenger seat, a woman’s voice called shakily through the downpour. “Ramon? What’s wrong? You’re just standing there—did we hit something?” The door opened, and she stepped out. For a moment, the rain seemed to pause. Melinda. Her voice, her face—it hit him like a memory he’d buried beneath mont
Chapter Forty- Four
Rico’s gaze lingered on the car parked a few yards down the road, headlights slicing through the rain. The engine was still running. Through the blur of water, he could make out a shadow in the driver’s seat,the man had not moved since the crash. Watching. Waiting. He turned back to Melinda, his tone slow and deliberate. “There’s someone inside that car,” he said. “He’s been following me since I left the estate.” Melinda’s brows knitted together, confusion deepening. “Following you? What does that have to do with us?” Rico took a step closer, the puddles rippling beneath his boots. “It means,” he said, “you’re going to help me make sure he doesn’t follow me any farther.” Her breath caught. “I don’t understand.” “You don’t need to,” Rico replied evenly. “You just need to listen.” Ramon tensed beside her, his voice small. “We’ll do anything, sir. Just tell us what you want.” Rico’s gaze shifted to him, then back to Melinda. “I want her to walk up to that car,” he sai
Chapter Forty- Five
Rain blurred the night into streaks of silver and shadow. The wind carried the cold, threading through the narrow street where Eliron’s car idled beside the curb. The city slept, but this part of it still breathed — alive with the whisper of rain and the faint cry of distant sirens, like a restless heartbeat echoing through the darkness. Then a sharp knock broke through the sound of the rain. Eliron’s head turned instantly. His instincts took over, body tensing as his eyes narrowed. Standing beside the car window was a woman drenched to the bone. Her hair clung to her face, water streaming down her trembling body. Mascara streaked her cheeks, giving her the hollow look of someone who had been crying for hours. Her hand shook as she tapped the glass again, more desperate this time. She mouthed a single word through the rain-smeared window. “Please.” Eliron hesitated for a second, then lowered the window halfway. His voice was calm, though it carried a quiet authority that demande
Chapter Forty- Six
The rain had no mercy that night. It fell in torrents and was relentless as though the heavens themselves sought vengeance. Ramon stood by his car, drenched to the bone. The water slid down his temples, pooled beneath his chin, and seeped through the collar of his soaked shirt until he could no longer tell where the rain ended and his sweat began. His hands gripped the car door handle with white-knuckled desperation. It didn’t budge. The keys were gone. The Master of the West family had taken them—and with them, he couldn't do anything. He leaned his forehead against the cold metal of the car, chest rising and falling in erratic bursts. Each breath steamed faintly against the chill air. His teeth clenched so hard his jaw trembled. “Damn it…” The words left him like smoke, drowned immediately by the downpour. For a moment, he closed his eyes, letting the rain hit him harder, as if punishment could somehow steady his thoughts. He wasn’t sure who he was angrier at— The master,
Chapter Forty- Seven
The rain had slowed by the time Rico arrived at the hospital. He parked in the farthest corner of the lot, where the lights barely reached, and pulled the hood of his coat low over his face. After the announcement earlier that day, he didn’t want anyone recognizing him—especially the staff. The building loomed pale and sterile, its glow reflecting faintly in puddles that rippled beneath his steps. When he entered the lobby, heads turned—only for a moment. His presence carried a quiet authority, something people instinctively respected even when they didn’t know why. “I’m here for Eleanor Devi,” he said. The nurse at the desk froze mid-sentence. Her eyes darted up from the monitor, widening as recognition flickered there. She straightened quickly, her voice trembling just enough to betray her nerves. “Mr. Rico, I— I see. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience,” she stammered. “Mrs. Devi wouldn’t stop asking for you since… the fall. We— we didn’t think it would happen under
Chapter Forty- Eight
The rain came down in relentless sheets, soaking Melinda to the bone as she hurried toward the car. Each step sent cold water seeping into her heels, numbing her feet, and making her teeth chatter. She tried to think, tried to calm herself, but her mind was spinning too fast. Every instinct screamed that they were in trouble, and there was no one to fix it but them. Ramon stood rigid by the driver’s side of the car, drenched through his coat, hair plastered to his forehead. His jaw was tight, and the faint lines around his eyes told Melinda more about his temper than his words ever could. He didn’t speak at first, just glared at the puddles forming around his boots. When he finally opened his mouth, the words came sharp, almost clipped by irritation. “You were supposed to keep him there until the Master returned!” he barked, his voice rising as the rain plastered his clothes to his body. “He has my keys!” Melinda stopped in her tracks, freezing for a moment as the cold bit i
Chapter Forty - Nine
Back at the mansion, chaos brewed long before anyone understood why. The rain outside had quieted to a soft murmur, but inside, the storm was only beginning. The Patriarch stirred awake in his vast chamber, muscles stiff from the night’s uneasy sleep. His body ached, but routine demanded attention. Today it was time for his next dose, the one that kept his trembling at bay and his mind sharp enough to command his empire of shadows. He reached instinctively for the small bell by his bed, expecting Eliron, his most trusted guard, to appear. But the door remained closed. He rang again. Still nothing. A faint scowl deepened across his weathered face. Eliron was never late. Never. He pressed his palms against the mattress, pushing himself upright. The ache in his bones flared, but anger dulled the pain. “Eliron!” His voice cracked through the silence, deep and commanding. “Eliron, where the hell are you?!” No answer. Only the muffled sound of thunder far away. The Patriarch’
Chapter Fifty
Rain fell in steady sheets, pounding against the windshield as Eliron tightened his grip on the steering wheel. The wipers fought the storm, squeaking rhythmically as the headlights cut through the blur of water. The city was alive with flashing lights and sirens in the distance, but to him, it all sounded like static — muffled, unimportant. He had one focus: the faint blinking tracker on the dashboard. A tiny red dot pulsed slowly, marking Rico West’s location. It was the same device he had installed quietly under Rico’s car earlier that night, when Rico insisted on leaving alone and Damian had asked him to follow him. “Follow him. Don’t lose sight. I don’t care where he goes,” Damian had said. Eliron didn’t question it. He never did. Obedience had kept him alive in this family. Still, something in Damian’s tone tonight had been different. It wasn’t just authority — there was worry underneath it, maybe even fear. Damian West rarely feared anything. It was probably because if