All Chapters of Revenge Of The Billionaire Heir: Chapter 41
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Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY ONEDeclan did not remember how he got to the clinic.He only remembered the old security guard’s hands holding him steady, firm but gentle, like he had done this before. Declan’s nose would not stop bleeding, and every breath felt like it scraped his ribs. His shirt was soaked in sweat and blood, and the ring on his finger felt like the only solid thing left in his life.“Stay awake,” the old man kept saying. “Just stay awake.”Declan tried.But the moment the nurse pressed cotton under his nose and asked his name, Declan’s throat locked up. Not because he forgot his name. Because the name no longer sounded like protection.The nurse glanced at his swollen face. “Who did this to you,” she asked.Declan stared at the white tiles. He wanted to say Stefan. He wanted to scream it.But he saw it clearly now. Stefan was not alone anymore. Stefan never acted alone when he could borrow power.“I fell,” Declan lied.The nurse did not believe him, but she did not argue. She clean
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CHAPTER FORTY TWOThe grand hall was bright and cold, like it was built to crush people. Declan stood between two guards with his arms pinned, his ribs screaming each time he breathed. He could still hear that metallic click behind him, and he knew it was not a mistake. It was a warning.Jacob stepped closer, calm and proud, holding the royal stick like it belonged to him. “Remove the ring,” Jacob said. “Do it now.”Declan looked down at the emerald and rubbed it with his thumb. “No,” Declan said quietly. “Not that.”A murmur moved through the hall. Uncle Markus smiled like he had been waiting for the word. “He still thinks he is somebody,” Uncle Markus said.Jacob’s eyes sharpened. “You are nobody,” Jacob said to Declan. “You are a guest here. A thief in royal clothes.”“I did not steal anything,” Declan said.The royal grandmaster stared at him without warmth. “Obey,” the royal grandmaster said. “That is all you are required to do.”Declan lifted his head. “I already gave the card a
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CHAPTER FORTY THREEDeclan did not know how long he stood in that corridor, staring at the empty space on his finger where the ring used to sit. The air felt cold against his swollen cheek, and his throat tasted like iron. He kept replaying Stefan’s whisper in his head, the way it sounded less like advice and more like ownership.Then he felt it.A presence.He turned slightly, and Ms. Sonia was there.Not walking. Not approaching with calm steps. Standing close enough that he could smell her perfume under the palace air. Her eyes were sharp again, but the tightness in her face gave her away. She had seen it. She had heard enough.Declan tried to straighten, but pain pulled him back down. His knees wanted to fold. His pride wanted to fight her help, but his body was too broken for pride.Ms. Sonia grabbed his arm. “Move,” she said quietly.Declan blinked at her. “Where,” he asked.“To the only place that matters right now,” Ms. Sonia said. “Before Jacob decides to make another example
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CHAPTER FORTY FOURDeclan left the palace like a ghost with a borrowed body. His ribs hurt each time he breathed. His lip was still split. His cheek still burned from the slaps. He could not even cover it properly because he did not have a clean shirt, and he did not have a jacket. He only had his hands and the shame that followed him like a shadow.Ms. Sonia had said he was not alone. But the street did not feel like that.The street felt like the world had agreed to forget him.He walked out of the palace gate and kept going, because staying inside meant being watched, and being watched meant being used. His feet dragged, and the soles of his shoes felt thin like paper. He kept thinking about the ring. About how empty his finger felt. Like a piece of him had been torn off, not the jewelry, but the last proof that he mattered to someone.He stopped at the first shop, a small supermarket with a bright sign and a tired cashier. He walked in and forced his voice to sound normal.“Please
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CHAPTER FORTY FIVEDeclan stayed frozen at that narrow junction. The screech still echoed inside his head. It was not a bomb. Just a big trailer truck that swerved hard to avoid something. Maybe a stray dog or a kid who darted across the road without looking. The driver stuck his head out the window and yelled curses that blended with honks from other cars. Everyone kept moving. No one paid any attention to the man standing there like he did not belong.He crossed when the light turned green. His legs felt heavier with every step. The bruises on his ribs pulled tight each time he breathed. He pressed one hand against his side and took small, careful breaths. His other hand stayed deep in his empty pocket.After the highway the streets became narrower. More people sat on low wooden benches in front of tiny shops. Women fried plantain and yam over open fires. Men played draughts under mango trees. Children chased each other barefoot and shouted. Smoke, hot oil, and sweat mixed in the ai
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CHAPTER FORTY SIXDeclan held his breath as the footsteps stopped right in front of his hiding spot. His heart hammered against his ribs so hard he thought it might crack them open wider. The two men stood there, dark shapes under the weak streetlight, rain starting to patter on the metal roofs around them. One shifted, gravel crunching under his shoe. The other cleared his throat, the sound cutting through the quiet night like a knife.“You see anything?” the first man asked, voice low and rough.“Nothing but trash,” the second one muttered. “Or maybe a stray cat.”They both gave a short, ugly laugh. Then they moved on, walking deeper into the dark market aisles, their voices fading as they argued about which way to check next. Declan let the air out of his lungs slowly, his whole body trembling from how close that had been. Who were they hunting? Who was the “boss” they kept mentioning? The palace? Someone who wanted to make sure he stayed broken? The questions twisted in his gut li
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CHAPTER FORTY SEVENThe flashlight beam pinned Declan like a spotlight on a stage he never asked to be on. Rain poured harder, drumming on everything around them. The man holding the light stepped forward, boots splashing in puddles. His face came into view under the hood of his raincoat, hard lines, eyes narrowed against the water running down his cheeks.“It’s him,” the man said. “The little prince himself.”The second man moved up beside him, shorter but broader, hands already flexing like he was warming up for something. “Look at you. Hiding in trash like a rat. Pathetic.”Declan pressed his back against the wet wall. No place to run. The alley dead-ended behind him with a locked gate covered in rust. Rain soaked through his shirt in seconds, cold and heavy.“What do you want?” Declan asked. His voice came out quieter than he meant.The first man laughed, a wet, ugly sound. “What do we want? Boss wants you gone. Quietly. You think you can just walk away from everything? After all
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CHAPTER FORTY EIGHTDeclan froze on the bench as the footsteps grew louder. Rain dripped from the fountain edge, mixing with the soft patter on leaves overhead. He kept his eyes fixed on the water, pretending not to notice. But the steps stopped right behind him. A shadow fell over his shoulder.“Declan Okoro,” a voice said. Smooth. Familiar. Too familiar.He turned slowly. There stood Marcus, one of his old classmates from medical school. Tall, clean-cut, always in expensive shirts and shoes that screamed money. Marcus held a newspaper in one hand, the same one with Declan’s photo splashed across the front. His other hand clutched a coffee cup from some fancy cafe.“Wow,” Marcus said, eyes wide with fake surprise. “It really is you. Sitting here like a drowned rat. I saw the paper and thought, no way. But here you are.”Declan swallowed hard. His jaw still ached from the punches last night. “Marcus. What do you want?”Marcus sat down uninvited, close enough that Declan smelled his co
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CHAPTER FORTY NINEDeclan stared at the open car door. The ring glinted in the dim light from the dashboard, catching every drop of rain that fell past the window. His chest tightened so hard he could barely breathe. That small circle of gold had been the last thing tying him to something real. Now it dangled like bait.The voice from inside spoke again, calm and cold. “Get in, Declan. We can talk. Or we can keep hunting you until there’s nothing left to hunt.”He took another step back. Rain soaked his hair, ran into his eyes. “I don’t trust you.”A low chuckle came from the shadows of the car. “Smart. But trust doesn’t matter anymore. You have no cards left. No home. No money. No friends. Just that ring and a promise from a man who might already be dead.”Declan’s stomach dropped. Stefan. Was he gone? The thought hit harder than any punch.The hand holding the ring pulled back slightly. “Last chance. Dawn is coming. Be there or don’t. But if you don’t show, this ring disappears. And
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CHAPTER FIFTYDeclan kept walking through the rain toward the river, the burner phone heavy in his pocket like a stone pulling him down. Midnight loomed close, and the old warehouse sat dark and forgotten at the water’s edge, windows broken, walls tagged with faded graffiti. He stopped at the entrance, heart slamming against his bruised ribs. The door creaked open on its own, like it waited for him. Inside, shadows stretched long under a single flickering bulb. No Stefan. Just a note on the floor. “Too late. Run while you can.” He crumpled it, fear turning to numb anger. Another trick. Another dead end. He left before anyone showed up, slipping back into the night. Sleep came in fits on a park bench, rain his only IMorning hit hard. Sun cut through the clouds, but Declan’s body felt like lead. He dragged himself back to campus. No choice. School was the only thread left, even if it unraveled him daily. He slipped through the gates, head low, avoiding eyes. Classes started soon. He f