All Chapters of Ascension of the Untouchable Billionaire. : Chapter 21
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Chapter 21. Delicious Revenge.
Steven was celebrating. Celebrating the death of that fool Noah.He had decided to throw a small get together with his usual haunt of friends at the Zorra Lounge one of the city's most exclusive lounges that sat at the center of the city, a haven of velvet, gold leaf, and panoramic views reserved strictly for the elite. Tonight, Steven Vance occupied the vip booth, his dark shirt catching the low lights. Sighing, he tipped the glass of bourbon back into his mouth, his throat working to swallow the warm liquid, feeling his muscles, tensed from all the stress he had been unjustly experiencing this last few days, release.“Hmmm.." he moaned, body practically singing with pleasure.Because in his mind, Noah was as good as dead. the idiot wouldn't be able to mess with him anymore once all the bones in his body were broken.. "Bring out the Dom Pérignon White Gold," Steven slurred slightly, waving a dismissive hand at the hovering waiter. "Actually, make it two. The five-thousand-dollar
Chapter 22. Bitter Taste.
The impact was deafening. The pallet shattered against the concrete, and a cascade of heavy steel rebar rained down. Steven’s upper body was spared, but the steel crushed his legs with the sickening crunch of pulverizing bone. A scream tore from Steven’s throat, a sound so agonizing and inhuman that the entire construction site ground to a halt. Workers yelled, running toward the dust cloud. "Get it off him! Call an ambulance, now!" a foreman roared, sliding to his knees beside Steven. Blood was pooling rapidly in the dirt. "Hold on, Sir! We're getting a tourniquet!"Steven gasped for air, his vision tunneling into darkness. The pain was absolute, a fiery agony that consumed his entire existence. He looked at his mangled, flattened legs, then up at the catwalk above. ‘Why me? Of all people? Why did this have to happen to…..’ He thought as black splotches filled his blurry sight of the clouds above him.‘....me.’ Darkness swallowed him whole.***Meanwhile , parked just outsi
Chapter 23. Labour Force.
The Stone household was a tomb of despair. Evelyn Stone paced the length of the opulent living room, wringing her hands, while her daughter Sarah sat on the velvet sofa, aggressively chewing her thumbnail. "It’s gone. It’s all gone," Evelyn muttered, her face pale and drawn. "Steven’s family is ruined. The firm is seized. And Steven... oh God, Steven."She pushed her hands through her hair, brain whirring at the awful news they had received this morning."The doctors said he’ll never walk again, Mom," She remembered how Nicole had yelled from the phone when she had called her for more money for shopping.Her daughter, her beautiful smart Nicole, had sounded so panicked, her voice shrill with anxiety as she explained. "He had an accident, mom! He’s paralyzed from the waist down. The Vance family is bankrupt, and Steven is a cripple. Everything I worked so hard for! Everything I sacrificed for! Gone!, right before my eyes! What am I going to do now?" She sobbed, the sound of her angui
Chapter 24. Third Ring.
A week passed. Seven days of agonizing, suffocating uneventfulness. For a man who had spent the last three years trapped in a relentless cycle of working, cooking, cleaning, and enduring the sharp-tongued abuse of the Stone family, the sudden absence of labor was deafening. Noah found himself waking up at four in the morning out of sheer habit, his body braced for the grueling demands of a day that no longer existed. He was currently residing in one of Chantel’s city apartments—a sprawling, ultra-modern penthouse loft that overlooked the glittering skyline. Getting him there had been a battle of wills. Chantel had practically begged him to take the space, arguing that the true Chairman could not be seen living in a rundown motel. Noah, fiercely clinging to the last shreds of his hard-won independence, had flatly refused unless he paid rent. "I am not a charity case, Chantel," Noah had told her, standing firm in the marble foyer of the bank a week prior. "You are a billionaire
Chapter 25. The Vickers Gala.
Noah leaned closer to the screen. "The Vault. Chantel mentioned something about my assets being locked down." Rebecca grimaced at the mention of Chantel, something like anger passing over her face before she managed to reign it in. " Ah… that's… good then." She sounded like the words had to pried out of her mouth through gritted teeth Noah just watched her curiously, wondering what her problem with the other woman was. Clearing her throat, Rebecca continued. "The Vault contains the core of your empire," Rebecca explained, her voice dropping to a hushed, conspiratorial tone. "Deeds, blackmail material on half the world's politicians, untraceable bearer bonds, and the master codes to the satellite network. But it cannot be opened with just a biometric scan. It requires a physical key. Specifically, three rings." No
Chapter 26: Cheater Cheater.
Nicole looked like she was about to keel over.“Noah," she repeated, hands beginning to shake at her sides, “What are you doing here?" “I don't think that's any of your business now, is it?" He said dryly.At his response, Simon paused his conversation, his arrogant smirk faltering for a fraction of a second.He turned from the man he was speaking with, eyes landing on Noah. He looked Noah up and down, taking in his cheap suit and the look Nicole was giving him. "Well, well," Simon drawled, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of the surrounding guests. "If it isn't the famous ex-husband. Nicole told me all about you. The charity case who thought he could play house with the elite."Noah kept his face perfectly blank. "Nicole. Mr. Vickers."Nicole looked down at the marble floor, her voice rising an octave. "I said what are you doing here?! You shouldn't be here.""I could ask you the same question you know," Noah replied evenly. Simon stepped forward, puffing out his chest
Chapter 27. House Rules.
"You're cheating!" Simon roared, spittle flying from his lips as he leaped to his feet. "You're a goddamn cheat! There is no way a pathetic, toilet-scrubbing nobody plays like this!"Noah slowly stood up, buttoning his cheap suit jacket. He looked at the furious man across the table, his eyes devoid of any feeling. “I assure you, I can,” He said evenly, mouth twitching into a small grin.Simon’s fist slammed down again, rattling the chips in the center pot.“You think you’re funny,” Simon hissed, voice thick with whiskey and rage. “You think you can waltz into my house, sit at my table, and take my money like you’re—like you’re hot shit.”Noah didn’t blink. He didn’t glance at the other men around the table, even though he could feel their attention tightening like a noose.He kept his eyes on Simon.“No,” Noah said quietly. “I don’t think about you at all.”A harsh sound of breath escaped one of the remaining players. A man in a burgundy velvet jacket shifted uncomfortably, looking
Chapter 28. The Spare Heir.
It was Nicole.She stood in the doorway, her face a mask of fraying composure as she scrutinized the frozen group.“What is happening?” Nicole’s voice was controlled, but a jagged edge of panic sliced through the words. She stepped forward, her hand landing on Simon’s shoulder.Simon didn’t even look at her. He shrugged her off like a stray hair on his lapel. “Your ex-husband is a cheat.”Nicole’s gaze snapped to Noah.For a heartbeat, her eyes betrayed a flicker of something raw—fear, or perhaps a haunting memory of the last time she’d tried to warn him about a game he couldn’t win, only for him to burn the world down around her. Then, she buried it behind a wall of cold disdain.“What are you doing, Noah?” Nicole asked sharply. “Why are you even here? You’re… you’re making trouble again.”Noah stared at her.Why did she always do this? Why was she so quick to blame him all the time?.As if trouble was a choice he made, rather than a predator that hunted him because of the greedy ha
Chapter 29. The Weight Of The Crown.
Silence followed Noah’s words.Lucien Vickers didn’t answer immediately. He just watched Noah for a moment, sizing him up.Noah didn't back down, meeting the other man's eyes with a deadpan expression.‘What would you do? To what lengths are you willing to go?’But Lucien didn't respond to the taunt.Instead, he let out a short bark of laughter that sounded like the coughs of a young child. He pushed off the doorframe, his movements fluid and dangerously graceful, and began to circle the poker table. His ice-blue eyes never left Noah’s though.“If you’re not,” Lucien mused, his voice a melodic rasp, “then you are either the luckiest man to ever draw breath, or you are something much more interesting than a mere ‘assistant.’” He stopped behind Simon, placing a hand on his brother’s trembling shoulder. The gesture looked affectionate to an outsider, but Noah saw the way Lucien’s fingers dug into the muscle, a silent command for Simon to shut his mouth.“My brother has a flair for the
Chapter 30. Case.
The man went paler than Noah thought possible, his hands trembling around his clipboard He swallowed. "The younger son. Lucien Vickers."Noah’s eyes narrowed.Lucien.The smirking younger brother was also a player on this board and an intelligent one too. Chantel’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her gown.Chantel’s voice was a serrated edge, stripped of its usual French charm. “The agreement was absolute. The Astraea Prime stays in the vault. The piece on the pedestal is a high-fidelity glass composite. That was the security protocol I personally signed off on.”“Madam Dubois, please. You know how these people work.”"The only thing I understand," Chantel said, her tone absolute. "Is that if the original ring is on that pedestal tonight, you have turned this estate into a target. Not for petty thieves. For things far more scary than you found ever think of."The coordinator paled. "Director, security has been doubled!"Chantel let out a short, mocking laugh. "Doubled. How ado