All Chapters of THE ULTIMATE TRILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 101
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ESCORTED OUT
“No,” Yvonne said sharply. “You can’t do this.”“I can,” he replied. “And I am.”He turned slightly. “Escort her out.”Yvonne screamed. “You’re making a mistake!”Security grabbed her arms.She fought, heels scraping the floor. “Let me go!”The door opened.Margaret stood outside, eyes widening. “Yvonne?”They dragged her past stunned staff.Margaret shouted, “Stop! Do you know who she is?”No one answered.Yvonne's throat burned from shouting, but pride kept forcing air into her lungs. She refused to be carried like a mistake.“You can’t do this!” Yvonne snapped, jerking her shoulder. “Do you know who I am?”One of the men didn’t even look at her face.“Keep moving, ma’am,” he said, flat and calm.Margaret rushed in from the hallway, eyes wide with shock that turned into fury in a single breath. “Do you here me? Remove your filthy hands!” she yelled. “That is my daughter. She is a lady!”Yvonne’s chest rose and fell fast. The office door was behind them now, closed like it had never
USED
The guard didn’t even glance at her. “Those are the instructions,” he said.Yvonne swallowed hard and tried to pull her arms free again. “You’re making a mistake,” she insisted. “I came here through proper channels. Steward Leonard brought me.”“Move,” the guard said, and this time his voice carried a warning.Margaret moved to Yvonne’s side and tried to pull her toward her chest like she could hide her. “Baby, look at me,” she said, forcing softness into her panic. “Don’t let them break you. Keep your face.”Yvonne couldn’t keep her face.The guards guided her forward, and in that last step near the car, her heel caught a tiny edge in the stone. It was nothing, just a small bump. But with her arms restrained and her balance already shaking, the stumble became a fall.Yvonne hit the ground hard.Pain flashed through her palm and knee, and the sound of her body meeting the stone felt louder than the estate music ever could. Her breath burst out of her like something stolen. For a sec
SHATTERED GLASS
Back in the hotel, Yvonne’s tears came first, before the words, before the excuses, before her pride could even stand up again.Margaret shut the door behind them and locked it, as if a lock could keep disgrace from crawling in. “Sit,” she said quickly. “Sit down before you fall again.”“I didn’t fall,” Yvonne snapped, then her voice broke halfway. “They pushed me like I was dirt.”Margaret rushed to her, hands hovering. “Baby, breathe,” she pleaded. “Breathe first. Then we talk.”Yvonne sat, but her body didn’t settle. Her fingers shook as she pressed them to her temples. The image wouldn’t leave—two guards holding her like she was a thief, staff watching, eyes judging, the cold hallway swallowing her name.“They didn’t even listen,” she whispered. “I talked. I explained. I said Leonard brought me. I said I came through the right channels.”Margaret crouched in front of her. “That Xavier CEO,” she said, voice tight, “he’s the problem not you. He chose to humiliate you.”Yvonne laugh
THE COURTESY OF WOLVES
Andres couldn’t stop watching Ethan’s hands on the steering wheel.They were steady, relaxed, like the road belonged to him. The Mercedes-Benz GLE Coupe glided through the night traffic with quiet power, and that only made Andres more nervous. In the soft dashboard glow, Ethan’s face looked calm and unreadable. Andres swallowed, feeling like every breath he took was too loud.“Boss,” Andres said finally, voice tight, “where are we going?”Ethan didn’t look at him. “Dinner.”Andres blinked. “Dinner… with me?”“Yes.”Andres forced a laugh that came out wrong. “Sir, I’m not special. I’m just—”“Just a man who did what he was told,” Ethan finished for him, still calm. “Relax.”That word didn’t relax Andres. It made him sweat more.He stared out the window, trying to stop his mind from spiraling. Five minutes earlier, he was still telling himself the whole Yvonne situation would die quietly. Now he was sitting beside the real CEO of Xavier Group, alone in a car that smelled like leathe
SHE DIDN'T FORGET
The slap landed so hard Ethan’s head snapped to the side, and for half a second the restaurant went quiet like someone had cut the music with a knife.Andres shot up from his chair. “Hey! What are you doing?” His voice cracked, half anger and half fear, because the men didn’t look drunk or playful. They looked like they came to hurt somebody.Ethan didn’t touch his cheek yet. He kept his eyes on the man who hit him. “You walked into a public place, ruined a table, and assaulted a stranger,” he said, voice controlled. “Tell me who sent you.”The man smiled like he had been waiting for that question. “Still talking,” he said. “Still acting important.”Another brute stepped in and shoved Ethan hard in the chest. It wasn’t a warning push. It was a violent, ugly shove meant to make him fall.Ethan’s heel caught the chair leg. His body tilted, and he hit the floor with a sharp thud that knocked the breath out of him for a moment. Nearby customers gasped and pulled back, some rising from th
WHEN THE MASK SHATTERS
The gun went off with a sound that did not belong in a restaurant.Andres jerked like someone had yanked his spine, then his breath broke into a harsh grunt. His hands flew to his stomach, and when he pulled them back, his palms were wet and dark. For a second, his eyes stayed wide, shocked more than afraid, like his body had not accepted what just happened.“Boss…” Andres whispered, and his knees buckled.Ethan’s blood turned cold.He did not need anyone to explain it. This was not a robbery. This was not random violence. The timing, the confidence, the way they smiled after mentioning “the mother of your child”—it was a message. And Ethan could see Yvonne’s face in it, clear as daylight, the same proud mouth, the same cruel eyes that broke when she lost control.“Get down!” someone screamed behind the counter.Chairs scraped. Glass shattered somewhere near the bar. The few customers left in the room ran for the door in a blind rush, shoving each other like animals escaping fire.
RESERVATION CANCELLED
The hotel smelled like expensive flowers trying to hide old secrets.Two days had passed since the restaurant turned into blood and smoke, but Ethan’s face still carried faint bruises near his jaw. He kept his clothes simple and clean, the kind of look that didn’t invite attention. Outside, the city lights reflected on the glass doors like cold water. Inside, everything was warm, polished, and built to make ordinary people feel small.Ethan walked in without rushing, but nothing about him was casual. His eyes moved across the lobby, taking in the security cameras, the two guards near the elevator, and the private hallway that led deeper into the building. He had gotten the location from the leader he spared, and the name matched this hotel. Yvonne Blake was here, hiding under luxury like it was a shield. Ethan’s stomach tightened, not from love, but from the kind of anger that stayed quiet because it was older than words.A receptionist sat behind a marble counter with a bright sm
THE PRICE OF BEING FIRST
The receptionist’s smile did not change, but her eyes avoided Ethan’s eyes like he was a small inconvenience she could swipe away.“Sir, please step aside,” she said, still typing as if the system mattered more than fairness. “I’m attending to a returning VVIP guest.”Ethan kept his hands on the marble counter. His voice stayed calm, but his words came out sharper. “I was here first. You were already processing my reservation.”The receptionist finally glanced up, and the look was polite in a way that felt insulting. “I understand,” she replied, with a tone that was sweet and empty. “But the reservation has been taken now.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Taken by who? You just told me I was lucky. You said one reservation was remaining.”The wealthy man laughed softly beside him, like Ethan had told a joke in the wrong room. He straightened the gold robe at his wrist and leaned closer to the counter, crowding Ethan without touching him.“Bro,” he said lazily, “you’re talking too much. Move
STATUS IS A LANGUAGE
The receptionist’s hands began to shake before her voice did.“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, leaning over the counter as if that could pull the moment back. “Sir, I truly didn’t know. If I had known, I would never have—”Ethan didn’t interrupt. He just looked at her, calm in a way that made her panic worse.“I made a mistake,” she rushed on. “A terrible mistake. Please, let me fix it.”Her eyes flicked to the black card again, then to the dragon insignia, then back to Ethan’s face. The confidence she had minutes ago was gone, replaced by fear sharp enough to hurt.“You have thirty seconds,” Ethan said quietly.She nodded fast. “Yes. Yes, sir.”She grabbed the printed slip, abandoned her station, and hurried toward the cafeteria entrance, heels clicking too loud against the marble. People turned to look, sensing drama without knowing why.Inside the cafeteria, the wealthy man had already settled into his chair. He leaned back like he owned the space, one arm draped over the backrest,
THE WEAKEST ENEMY
Ethan’s grip tightened around his fork the moment he saw her.Yvonne Blake walked into the hotel cafeteria like the floor belonged to her, shoulders back, chin high, dressed in expensive calm. Margaret followed close, scanning the room the way a woman scans danger, not beauty. They chose a table near the center, not the corner, because Yvonne still wanted eyes to land on her first.Ethan didn’t stare for long. He reached into his pocket, dialed a number and put his phone to his ear, and kept his voice low. “Yes,” he said after a short pause. “I need it done immediately.” He ended the call and returned his eyes to his plate like he hadn’t just moved a chess piece.At Yvonne’s table, a waiter approached with a practiced smile. “Good evening, ladies. May I take your order?” Yvonne didn’t look up right away. She let the silence remind him she was not common.“Sparkling water,” Yvonne said finally. “And the chef’s special.” Margaret added, “Grilled chicken, no pepper. And tea.” The wait