All Chapters of The Servant You Mocked Is Now a Quadrillionaire Heir: Chapter 51
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CHAPTER 51
Susan's head was pounding, her vision blurry as consciousness slowly returned. She tried to move and realized with horror that her hands were bound behind her back, zip ties cutting into her wrists. Her ankles were similarly restrained, and she was lying on what felt like a hotel bed.Memory crashed back—the parking lot, the attack, being dragged into a van—"Ah, you're awake. Perfect timing."Peter Morgan's voice made her blood run cold. Susan's eyes focused, finding him standing near the window of what was clearly an expensive hotel suite. He'd removed his jacket and tie, his shirt partially unbuttoned, and there was something in his expression that made her stomach turn—rage mixed with sick anticipation."What the hell do you think you're doing?" Susan demanded, her voice shaking with fury and fear. "Let me go right now, or I swear to God—""You'll what?" Peter interrupted, walking toward the bed with deliberate slowness. "Scream? Go ahead. This is the presidential suite—soundproof
CHAPTER 52
The heat in Susan's body was intensifying, her skin feeling feverish, her thoughts beginning to blur at the edges. Whatever drug he'd given her was fast-acting and powerful."You're disgusting," Susan managed, though her voice was weaker now. "A monster...""No," Peter corrected, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "I'm just someone who takes what he wants. And tonight, I want you."He pulled his shirt off, revealing pale skin and a body that had never seen real physical labor. His hands moved to his belt.Susan's vision was swimming now, the drug pulling her consciousness down into a haze of heat and confusion. She tried to fight it, tried to stay alert, but her body was betraying her—The door to the hotel suite exploded inward.Wood splintered. The lock mechanism shattered. And through Susan's fading awareness, she saw a figure burst into the room—tall, bloodied, with a white bandage wrapped around his head.Ethan."SUSAN!"His voice cut through the fog. Susan tried to respond, tried
CHAPTER 53
"What... who the hell are you?" Peter stammered, backing toward the window.Ethan ignored him, moving past to kneel beside Susan. Her breathing was shallow, her skin feverish to the touch, but she was alive. Unconscious but alive."Get the doctor," Ethan ordered. "I want her examined immediately. Full tox screen, whatever drugs are in her system identified, and treatment started now."The female doctor from earlier entered quickly, her medical bag already open. She began examining Susan with professional efficiency while Ethan stood, turning his full attention back to Peter.Peter was pressed against the window now, genuine fear written across his face. "Look, this is just a misunderstanding. Susan and I—we had a date planned, she just had too much to drink—""Shut up," Ethan said quietly.The words carried such absolute authority that Peter's mouth snapped closed involuntarily."Here's what's going to happen," Ethan continued, his voice soft but carrying the weight of absolute certai
CHAPTER 54
The name hit Peter like a physical blow. Spencer. THE Spencer family. The empire that made the Morgans look like corner-store owners. The family that could make governments tremble, that controlled more wealth than some countries' GDP.And he'd kidnapped someone under their protection. Had assaulted their heir. Had threatened, drugged, and attempted to rape—"No," Peter whispered, shaking his head frantically. "No, no, no. If I had known—if I had ANY idea who you were—I would never have—I never would have competed with you! Over a woman or anything else! Please, you have to believe me!"Ethan stood, looking down at Peter with absolute contempt. "And all the women you hurt before Susan? The ones you drugged, raped, and threatened into silence? Did you spare them?"Peter's mouth opened and closed silently. Because there was no good answer to that question. No excuse that would make any difference."I thought so," Ethan said coldly. He turned to Marcus. "Make sure Peter receives special
CHAPTER 55
The hospital room was pristine—all white linens and soft lighting, the kind of private suite reserved for VIP patients. Medical equipment beeped steadily in the background, monitoring Susan's vital signs as fluids dripped through an IV line into her arm.Ethan sat in the chair beside her bed, his body exhausted, his head still throbbing beneath the fresh bandages the hospital staff had applied. He hadn't left her side since they'd arrived four hours ago, hadn't moved except to answer questions from the medical team or update Jolie on Susan's condition.When Susan's eyes finally fluttered open, confusion clouding her gaze as she tried to make sense of unfamiliar surroundings, Ethan felt relief crash over him so powerfully it nearly brought tears to his eyes."Susan," he said softly, leaning forward. "Hey. You're safe. You're in the hospital."Susan's eyes found his face, recognition dawning slowly. "Ethan?" Her voice was hoarse, raw. "What... what happened? Where's Peter? Did he—""No,
CHAPTER 56
Lena's eyes swung to him for the first time, looking him up and down with undisguised contempt. Her lip actually curled in disgust."And who are YOU?" she sneered. "Some nobody she picked up? Look at you—you don't even have the decency to wear a proper suit to a hospital. What is that, off-the-rack garbage?"Ethan glanced down at his clothes—casual pants and a simple shirt, both custom-tailored by the Spencer family's private designers, each piece worth more than everything Lena was currently wearing combined. But he said nothing."My daughter doesn't need protection from some pauper who probably can't even afford a decent meal," Lena continued, her voice dripping with venom. "What could YOU possibly offer her? Poverty? Struggle? A lifetime of scraping by while she supports your worthless—""Mom, stop!" Susan's voice was weak but desperate. "Ethan saved my life! He's the one who—""Saved your life?" Lena laughed harshly. "From what? From marrying into one of the wealthiest families in
CHAPTER 57
The days following Susan's hospital discharge blurred together in a haze of medical follow-ups, police statements, and attempted recovery. Susan tried to return to normalcy, throwing herself into her teaching at GBI, preparing lectures and grading papers with almost manic focus. Anything to avoid thinking about that hotel room, about Peter's hands, about how close she'd come to—But her mother wouldn't let her forget. Wouldn't let her heal in peace.Lena White had become a woman possessed, her phone practically glued to her ear as she made call after call to every society contact she'd accumulated over the years. Susan could hear her mother's voice through the walls of their family home, each conversation following the same desperate pattern."Yes, hello, Margaret? It's Lena White... I was wondering if you might have any extra invitations to the Hartley benefit dinner... Oh, you don't? Well, what about the Riverside Golf Club mixer?... I see... Well, if you hear of anything..."It was
CHAPTER 58
The shouting had drawn attention. The study door opened, and Susan's father entered—Thomas White, a quiet man in his sixties who worked as a mid-level accountant and generally avoided family conflicts."What's all this noise about?" he asked wearily."Dad, tell Mom I don't have to attend her ridiculous cocktail party," Susan said.Thomas looked between his wife and daughter, then sighed heavily. "Susan... maybe you should go."Susan stared at him in disbelief. "What?""Your mother's right," Thomas continued, avoiding her eyes. "We do have debts. Significant ones. The mortgage is underwater, we have credit card balances from your graduate school tuition, medical bills from when your grandmother was sick..." He trailed off. "A wealthy son-in-law wouldn't be the worst thing."The betrayal hit Susan like a physical blow. "Are you serious right now? You want me to marry for money? To solve YOUR financial problems?""It's not just about money," Thomas said weakly. "It's about security. Stab
CHAPTER 59
Helen's office had always been her sanctuary—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, minimalist furniture that screamed success, awards and commendations displayed on custom shelving. A space that announced she had arrived, that she had made it.Now it felt like a prison.She sat at her desk, staring at her computer screen where Morrison Industries' stock ticker displayed in brutal red: -14.2%Down. Still going down. Had been going down for two weeks straight, ever since the Spencer family gala.Helen clicked refresh compulsively, as if the numbers might somehow improve if she just checked one more time. They didn't. They never did.Her phone buzzed with another email notification. She didn't need to read it to know what it said—another partnership withdrawal, another investor pulling out, another polite-but-firm rejection of her proposals.The humiliation at the Spencer gala had branded her in the eyes of the city's elite. Kicked out with Charlie, publicly dismissed by Jolie S
CHAPTER 60
The Grand Ballroom of the Meridian Hotel had been transformed into something from a magazine spread—crystal chandeliers casting prismatic light across marble floors, ice sculptures positioned strategically throughout the space, servers in formal attire circulating with champagne that cost more per bottle than most people's monthly rent.This wasn't just an exclusive event. This was a display of wealth so concentrated it bordered on obscene.Helen stood near the entrance with her mother, both of them dressed in what they'd considered their finest—Helen in a designer gown she'd purchased specifically for tonight, Jenny in something expensive but just slightly dated. They'd felt confident leaving the house.Now, surrounded by women wearing jewelry worth more than Helen's car and men in custom suits that probably cost five figures, they felt like imposters."Remember," Jenny hissed under her breath, "smile, be charming, and for God's sake, don't mention how much your company stock has drop