All Chapters of The Rise Of The Orphan Billionare: Chapter 31
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CHAPTER 31: Marson Cohon Threats
Nelson barely slept. Tony’s late-night knock kept replaying in his head like an alarm he couldn’t shut off.“Sir… the board wants a meeting tomorrow. It doesn’t sound good.”By sunrise, the house was silent. Jane was still curled on the bed, wrapped in the sheets, her breathing calm but exhausted from everything they’d been through. Nelson didn’t want to wake her. He just stood by the window, slowly sipping hot coffee, watching the city lights melt into daylight like the whole place was hiding something from him.Something about this meeting felt wrong.The timing.The sudden urgency.The silence from the board members who normally avoided early-morning anything.“Sir,” Tony said gently as he approached, “the car is ready.”Nelson nodded, grabbed his phone, slipped on his jacket, and headed out.****The moment he stepped into his company lobby, the atmosphere slapped him across the face.Workers whispering behind desks.Heads turning the second he passed.Tension floating so thick in
CHAPTER 32: Family And Business
Nelson stood in the middle of his living room long after the call ended, the cold threat still cutting through his mind like a blade.Two days.That bastard actually had the guts to call his house and warn him like he was some scared rookie in the streets.His fists tightened slowly, veins rising along his forearm as he forced himself to breathe. The whole mansion felt too damn quiet… too still. Jane was upstairs resting, the staff had retired, and even the ticking clock on the far wall suddenly sounded louder — like the house itself understood something dark had just stepped back into their lives.Nelson loosened his tie, threw it on the couch, and walked to the window. The city lights glowed like fire, but instead of calming him, they irritated him. Somewhere out there, General Marson Cohn was probably smiling — watching, waiting, trying to see if Nelson Cassius would bend.“Two days?” Nelson muttered. “We’ll fucking see.”A soft shuffle came from behind.“Nelson?” Jane’s tired voi
CHAPTER 34 : The Brave Dose Not Always Survive
Nelson didn’t move at first.He stood at the center of the wide marble hallway, staring at Marson like his mind needed a second to fully register the man standing in front of him. The guy wasn’t what he expected. No scars, no rough military attitude, no heavy boots. Just a clean haircut, sharp jawline, calm eyes, and a smile that looked too damn comfortable for someone who was tearing his entire world apart.For a split moment, something like relief brushed Nelson’s chest — just a moment — but he killed it immediately.Appearances were weapons. And General Marson Cohn clearly knew how to use his.That smile wasn’t friendliness… it was uniform. It was strategy.> “This is an act,” Nelson told himself. “He’s got props. Actors. Expensive floors. And a face he rehearsed in a mirror. Don’t fall for that shit.”Marson stretched out a hand. “Nelson Cassius. Finally. Come in, please. Let’s talk business like men.”Nelson didn’t shake it.He kept his jacket on and his hands shoved deep into hi
CHAPTER 33 : Bare Times
Nelson didn’t move at first. He just stared at Tony like his brain needed a second to catch up. Hijacked? His shipment? In broad daylight? Under the Cassius name?Miguel stood up from his chair out of surprise . “Bro… what the heck are you saying?”Tony swallowed, voice tight. “Sir, the driver said a group of masked men boxed the truck on Third Mainland Bridge. They forced him out, tied him, and left him on the roadside. The goods… everything… gone.”Robby’s spoke up.“This is him. It has to be General Marson. First the call, now this? This is definitely him He’s sending a message.”Nelson’s jaw locked so hard it ached. “This idiot thinks he can just walk into my world and play king huh? Hijacking a Cassius shipment? He crossed a line he shouldn’t have touched.Miguel broke the tension “What are we going to do now, Nelson? This is not a small hit. That shipment alone was worth a fortune. If he can hijack it once, his sure to do worse.”“I know.” Nelson’s voice was low, “But this time,
CHAPTER 35: Fight Without A Fist
Nelson couldn’t sleep much. He had been staring at the ceiling for hours, Marson’s voice still crawling around his head like a shadow he couldn’t escape. Threats usually bounced off him — he had built his company facing men who talked big and fell fast. But Marson wasn’t talking big. Marson was calculating. Calm. Sure of himself. Too damn sure. By morning, sunlight slid through the blinds, warm and sharp, but Nelson still felt cold inside. His body felt heavier than it had the night before, like the danger had settled inside his bones and refused to leave. Downstairs, the smell of coffee filled the stairway so strong it felt like he had walked into a café. That was Jane — she was the only one who could make coffee that good. She stood in the kitchen corner, arms folded, watching him with that quiet, piercing look she used only when she knew something was wrong but didn’t want to push too hard yet. Nelson tried to pass with a simple, “Morning.” But she stepped in front of h
CHAPTER 36: Is It The Right Time
Nelson didn’t go home after stepping out of the boardroom. He couldn’t. The moment he walked out of that building, the air felt different—too quiet, too heavy, like the whole city already knew what he was going through. Like the world was silently waiting for him to break. And with no one “home” anymore… everything just felt empty as hell. He stood by his car for a moment, breathing slowly. Now that his family was gone—now that they were safely out of Marson’s reach—the fight was officially crawling toward him alone. No distractions. No backup. No comfort waiting inside the mansion. Just Nelson… and what was coming. Tony walked up slowly. “Sir… we need to talk. And you’re not gonna like it.” Nelson looked at him, exhausted. “What now?” Tony hesitated, scanning the area as if someone might be watching. “It’s the USB. The one Marson left at your gate.” His voice dropped lower. “We checked the contents. And boss… this thing changes everything.” Nelson straightened immediately
CAHPTER 37: Flames Of Retaliation
“Sir, I have an old friend of mine I want to introduce to you,” Tony said as he stepped into the office with a man following quietly behind him. “He’ll really be of help to us concerning this Marson issue.” Nelson lifted his eyes from the documents on his table. The man standing behind Tony looked like someone who had lived through hell and walked back out without blinking. Broad shoulders, stiff posture, thick scars that carried stories nobody wanted to hear at night. “What’s his name?” Nelson asked. “You can call me Wells,” the man said with a firm nod. “Nice to meet you, Wells,” Nelson replied, eyeing him carefully. “But tell me—why do you suddenly want to help? And how do you know so much about Marson?” Wells let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Marson?” he scoffed. “That man is a soft baby ass pretending to be a monster. All these threats he’s throwing around… twenty years ago he couldn’t stand up to a woman in a conversation.” “So you two were close?” Nelson asked. “What hap
CHAPTER 39 : Bronwn envelope
After the fire incident, Nelson finally understood something—if he didn’t end all this shit now, Marson would keep destroying everything he touched. His warehouse was still burning in his mind… the smoke, the flames, and the anger twisting inside his chest.But that call from last night…That woman’s voice…“Let’s meet. We can do something about Marson.”He didn’t know her.He didn’t trust her.But right now? As long as it concerned Marson Cohn, Nelson was desperate enough to follow any lead that could help him end this man for good.So when his phone buzzed again early in the morning, he snatched it immediately.“Mr. Nelson Cassius,” the same female voice said—calm, but tense like someone constantly watching their back. “I have something you need to see. Something that can help you bring down Marson.”Nelson sat up straight.“Who are you? And why should I trust you?”“You don’t have to trust me,” she replied sharply. “Just meet me. After that, you’ll understand.”There was a pause… a
CHAPTER 39: The Reporter Rescue
Robby didn’t even wait for Nelson to calm down. The moment they returned from the abandoned house—where the reporter’s phone had been found—he rushed straight to his desk, pulled the chair with one hand, and started typing like a man possessed. “Bro, just sit,” Robby muttered, eyes locked on the screens. “I’m pulling every damn camera around that street. If Marson touched her, if that bastard laid even a finger…” His fingers kept flying faster and faster. Nelson stood behind him, fists clenched so tight the veins were showing. He couldn’t breathe properly. He couldn’t think straight. Someone else was suffering—because of him. Because they helped him. He hated that feeling. Then suddenly, Robby stopped typing. His whole body froze. “...Got something.” Nelson leaned in. “What did you find?” Robby replayed a dark, grainy video. A van with blacked-out windows. No plate number. Two masked men dragging someone inside— A woman. The reporter. “That’s her,” Nelson whispered, jaw t
CHAPTER 40: Marson Down Fall
CHAPTER 40The whole house felt tense the moment Wells and his men returned with the reporter. She looked weak, bruised, barely holding herself together, but the fire in her eyes… it wasn’t dead.Nelson rushed to her the second they entered.“Are you okay?” he asked, voice shaking a little.She nodded slowly. “Nelson… before he comes after me again, before he silences anyone else… we need to release the files. Now.”Nelson didn’t waste a second.“Robby! Get everything ready. She’s going live.”Robby was already typing like his fingers were on fire. “Bro, I’ve been waiting for this day since that bastard touched Miguel. Let’s go.”The reporter sat down, shaky but determined. Wells gave her a bottle of water, Tony covered the bruises on her cheek lightly so the camera wouldn't catch all of it. She wiped her tears once and took a breath.Then— Robby hit the button.The livestream light turned red.She looked into the camera with trembling courage.The reporter inhaled and began speaking,