All Chapters of A Trillionaire Pauper: Chapter 81
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chapter 81
Kendrick could not stay at home when all these were happening. He got up and went to the hospital. At the hospital, families screamed. A woman collapsed at Kendrick’s feet. “My husband worked for you!” she cried. “He trusted you! How could you betray him like that?” Kendrick knelt, shaking. “I’m so sorry. I didn't know how this happened. I'm so sorry.” “Sorry won’t bring him back!” He couldn’t breathe. The walls felt too close. Every face looked like an accusation. No one wanted him close to them. Some even spat on him. A man whose wife died in the accident punched him on the face. That night, Bernard Hale poured himself a drink. The news played quietly behind him as images of smoke, blood, and broken bodies. Steven shifted uneasily. “This… this was a lot. So many people died.” Bernard didn’t look away. “In this world where we live, some people are your stepping stone in achieving greatness. Those people's deaths were not for nothing. It's for a good cause ” Cherry crossed he
chapter 82
Kendrick sat on the low concrete barrier near the bridge, elbows on his knees, the river moving under him like it didn’t care who lived or died above it. The city lights flickered on one by one, reflections breaking apart in the water. He turned his phone over in his hand once, then powered it off completely when he saw that he was getting a lot of calls from his team and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He really wanted to be alone right now with his thoughts. For the first time in days, there was silence. No advisors, no news alerts, and no angry shareholders. No names of the dead scrolling through his mind like a debt he could never repay. He closed his eyes but the faces all came rushing back. He couldn't get rid of it. Whenever he closes his eyes, he sees the bodies and the faces they made when they were dying. It was really painful to look at. Men he had shaken hands with, women who had trusted his clinics, his warehouses, his name. Workers who had shown up because they beli
chapter 83
The news broke within the hour. HEADLINE AFTER HEADLINE. BUSINESS TYCOON ARRESTED POWER STRUGGLE TURNS INTO CRIMINAL ACT IS KENDRICK HALE CLEAN? Bernard was suspended from every position he held. Boards announced “temporary distance.” Analysts spoke in careful language. But Bernard wasn’t worried. He sat in the holding room, hands folded, calm. “Call my lawyer,” he told the guard. “And tell him it’s time to do what he has been paid to do.” The court lasted one day. One long, brutal day. The courtroom was packed. Kendrick sat behind his legal team, Zara and Adrian on either side of him and Bernard entered last. He looked relaxed, too relaxed for someone in the position he is right now. “Is it me or is Bernard Hale smiling and he looks too relaxed. “When your evil deeds have finally cut up with you, you just have to raise your head high. He isn't even remorseful,” Adrian grumbled, folding his arms. The prosecution laid out documents, financial trails, Timelines, and suspic
chapter 84
They got home but no one said anything to themselves. They weren't happy. They were particularly said that Bernard had walked out free. “Was I the only one who saw Bernard whisper something to Clinton?” Zara asked. “What has that got to do with us? Lizzy asked. “Because Clinton looked our way and smiled. It was a good smile if you're all wondering. Just as they wanted to say anything more, Paul came. “I don't know if it's the right time but I think the police are outside this door.” “What?” They all said in unison. “What are they doing here?” Adrian asked, coming out from his body. “If you ask me, then who will I ask?” Paul asked as they heard a knock. “That's them.” Lizzy went to open the door. “Good evening officers. How do I help you two?” She asked. “Good evening ma. We're here to take Kendrick Hale into custody. Can you bring him out?” Lizzy thought she heard wrong. “I'm sorry officers but I think I didn't get what you were saying but It's fine,” she said, giving a li
chapter 85
Then the second blow came, then the prosecutor cleared his throat. “There is also a class action lawsuit filed by the families of the deceased workers.”Photos were passed to the judge.“Several families allege negligence. Others cite emotional damages. The funding sources for legal representation are… private.”Adrian stiffened. “Anonymous funding?”The prosecutor smiled thinly. “Perfectly legal.”Kendrick’s chest tightened. He recognized the pattern immediately. Some of the grief was real. Some of the rage was bought. He knew instantly that Bernard Hale also had a hand in this.The judge nodded. “The court accepts the filing.”Zara’s voice broke. “They’re bleeding him from both sides.”Kendrick closed his eyes for a brief moment. Not in defeat, but in understanding. “It was going to be okay.” He said that mantra in his head. “Six months would just be over like that.” Bernard Hale watched the sentencing from his penthouse, legs crossed, a drink untouched on the table beside him. Th
chapter 86
Is anything the matter sir? Where are we going?” Kendrick asked the officer, following him as he went.“You have a visitor. Come on,”Kendrick paused.“Um… sir, can you tell whoever has come that I'm not available and that they should leave?”“Come on Hale. Come out and meet the person. They have been coming to see you for two months and you have decided not to see anyone. This person has said that she wouldn't leave till she sees you. So wear your big man pants and come out. It's your choice.”Zara waited for Kendrick to come but there was a delay.“So, he won't see me today as well. That brat.” She sighed, standing up when the door opened. She turned to see Kendrick. “So you finally decided to show up. How can you be so inconsiderate? And what happened to your face? Did you get into a fight?” she said, trying to touch Kendrick's cheek but he removed his face.“It’s nothing and I'm sorry, I just needed to be alone for a moment. Why have you come to see me? Don't you have a boyfriend?
chapter 87
He sat alone with his tray. Food untouched.A man slid into the seat across from him without asking.“You don’t look scared,” the man said.Kendrick met his eyes. “Should I be?”The man smiled, missing two teeth. “People like you usually are and I think you should be. We aren’t going to make it easy for you this time around.”“I didn’t do what they say I did.”The man shrugged. “Doesn’t matter in here. What matters is what we say or do”He stood and walked away.That was a warning and Kendrick understood right away.The first assault came two days later.Kendrick was returning from the showers when someone slammed him from behind. He hit the wall hard, breath knocked from his lungs. Fists followed, wild, angry, and desperate.“You think you're some big shot? !” a voice shouted.Kendrick covered his head, refusing to strike back.“I’m not your enemy,” he said through clenched teeth.A kick caught his ribs.Then the guards came, although they came too late, it was enough to stop somethi
chapter 88
The luncheon was held in a private garden overlooking the city. White canopies, polished silver, soft music. CEOs, politicians, foundation heads. People who smiled with their mouths and measured with their eyes. Bernard moved among them like he belonged everywhere.“Bernard,” a senator said, shaking his hand. “Tough situation with your nephew.”Bernard sighed, just enough. “Family tragedies hurt the most, don't they?.”“And yet,” the senator added carefully, “you’ve been remarkably steady.”Bernard met his gaze. “When chaos rises, someone has to stand still; if not, it will all collapse.”The senator nodded, impressed.“Bernard Hale, the man with the brains. It's good to see you here.” A man joined them.“If you'll excuse me Hale, Mr Mitchell,” the senator said, leaving the two men alone.“I can see how happy you are my friend,” Mr Mitchell said, making Bernard smile.“Of course my friend. Why wouldn't I be happy? You know how long I've always wanted this,”“Absolutely. It is somethin
chapter 89
Prison learned Kendrick’s name quickly. Not from the guards but from the bruises he usually gets. The fourth month was worse than the first.It began in the laundry room. The machines roared, drowning out sound. Steam fogged the air. Kendrick was folding a stack of uniforms when a shadow fell across him.“You walk like you still own everything right? You think you're still in your mansion, don't you?,” a man said.Kendrick didn’t look up. “I don’t own anything here. I'm just here to just serve my time”The man laughed, mimicking Kendrick. “That’s what they all say.”Hands shoved Kendrick forward. His face slammed into a metal table. Pain exploded across his nose. Someone twisted his arm behind his back.“Say it,” another voice hissed. “Say you deserved it.”Kendrick’s breath came sharp. Blood dripped onto the floor.“I didn’t kill anyone,” he said.The grip tightened, bones creaked. Then the door burst open. Guards stormed in. Batons cracked the air. The attackers scattered like rats.
chapter 90
He refused to let this place take anything more from him, not even dignity.The gate buzzed. Metal scraped against metal. Then, for the first time in half a year, the doors opened outward instead of closing behind him.He stepped outside. The sunlight hit him so suddenly he stopped walking. It wasn’t just bright, it was alive, warm, and he loved the feel of it on his face. He squinted, lifting his hand as if touching the light might make it vanish. For a moment, he simply stood there, breathing, letting the sun rest on his face like a quiet Apology.“I forgot,” he murmured to himself. “This is what it feels like.”The sun in prison had always been filtered through bars, through wire, through schedules and permission. This was different. This sun belonged to no one.“Kendrick.” He turned.Zara stood a few steps away, leaning against a dark sedan. Her hair was pulled back, her face thinner than he remembered, but her eyes, those hadn’t changed. They softened the moment they met him.F