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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 271
Silence settled over the room as the weight of her words sank in.Ghost.The man who had walked into Louis’s penthouse undetected. The assassin who left no traces except for the bullet with his name on it.Louis’s jaw tightened. “If we’re going to take him down, we need to make sure he has nowhere to run.”Pearl’s expression was unreadable. “That’s assuming we can catch him.”If they were going to fight a phantom, they had to become the hunters.The plan was simple, but lethal.Juliet had leaked false intel through one of their suspected spies—word of a major arms shipment arriving at the docks, a supply line Louis allegedly couldn’t afford to lose. The bait was perfect. Silas wouldn’t risk ignoring it, and that meant Ghost would be there.The docks were a battlefield waiting to happen.Louis adjusted his tactical vest as they stepped out of the armored SUV. The night air was crisp, laced with the scent of salt and gasoline. The docks stretched before them, bathed in the glow of flick
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The gunshot cracked through the night.Louis dove sideways, twisting mid-air as the bullet grazed past his ribs, a searing line of fire blooming across his skin. He hit the ground hard, rolling behind a steel crate just as another silenced round slammed into the container’s edge. Sparks flew.Ghost was fast. Too fast.Adrenaline pumped through Louis’s veins, but his mind stayed sharp, calculating. His body was trained for this, conditioned for survival in the face of death. But this wasn’t just an assassin—this was something else.No wasted movement. No hesitation. No fear.Pearl had already vanished into the shadows, her natural hunting instincts kicking in. If she could get an angle, they might stand a chance. But Louis knew this fight was his.He pressed his back against the cold metal, listening. The world shrank to sounds—his own breathing, the distant crash of waves against the dock, the steady rhythm of footsteps.Ghost wasn’t running. He was walking. Hunting.Louis’s fingers g
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Louis twisted at the last moment, catching Ghost’s wrist and driving his elbow into his ribs. A direct hit.Ghost staggered.Louis didn’t hesitate. He drove forward, tackling Ghost onto the next container.They hit hard.Ghost’s knife skidded away, and for the first time, Louis saw the assassin’s breathing falter.He had the upper hand.Finally.Then Ghost did something Louis hadn’t expected.He smiled.It wasn’t an arrogant smirk, wasn’t an expression of frustration. It was pure amusement.Louis’s grip tightened. “What’s so funny?”Ghost reached into his tactical belt, pulling out a small injector filled with a shimmering liquid.Louis recognized the formula immediately.His stomach dropped.Combat stimulants. Experimental. Banned.Unstable.Louis had heard rumors about them—a drug designed to enhance speed, reflexes, and endurance beyond human limits. But there was a cost. The body burned too hot. The mind unraveled. It was a gamble—an all-or-nothing bet.And Ghost was willing to ta
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 274
Louis had faced elite fighters before. Killers. Assassins. But this? This was something else entirely.Ghost wasn’t just fast—he was impossibly precise. His body reacted before his mind did, his movements so fluid that they seemed preordained, as if his reflexes had been ripped straight from a simulation.Louis barely managed to block the first attack.Ghost’s knee shot toward his ribs—Louis twisted at the last second, but not fast enough. The impact sent a shockwave of pain rattling through his torso. It felt like getting kicked by a steel piston.Fuck.Louis stumbled but caught himself. He couldn’t afford mistakes. Not now.Ghost was already coming for the next strike—left hook, low feint, upward jab. It was too fast, but Louis had spent a lifetime learning how to adapt.He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the fastest. But he was the smartest.He tilted his body just slightly, forcing Ghost’s jab to barely graze his chin rather than snap his neck. A controlled miss.Ghost adjusted in
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Ghost knelt there for a moment, chest rising and falling erratically. His hands trembled. The stimulant was failing him.Louis stood over him, chest heaving. He should feel victorious. But something wasn’t right.Then, Ghost laughed.Not a groan, not a snarl of frustration—but laughter.Sharp, almost amused.Louis’s instincts screamed.This wasn’t the laugh of a man who had lost.Louis narrowed his eyes. “What’s so funny?”Ghost wiped the blood from his lips, his breath still ragged. Then, he looked directly at Louis.“This was just a test.”The words sent a cold wave down Louis’s spine.A test.Louis didn’t move, didn’t let his expression change. Stay unreadable. Don’t let him see what you’re thinking.Pearl’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “Louis. End him.”Louis didn’t reply.Ghost tilted his head, something dark flashing behind his eyes.“Silas’s true weapon is already in motion.”Juliet sat hunched over her laptop in the safehouse, fingers flying across the keyboard, eyes dartin
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Pearl’s body tensed immediately. “You’re telling me this thing—” she gestured toward Louis, “—was made specifically to kill him?”Juliet shook her head. “Not just him.”She turned her screen, flashing an encrypted list that sent a shiver down Louis’s spine.Names. Birthdates. Genealogical data.Juliet pointed at the top. “They’ve mapped out your entire family line. Not just you, Louis—your parents, your extended relatives, anyone remotely connected to your lineage.”Louis didn’t react immediately. His mind sifted through old memories—names and faces from a past he had long since buried.His mother. His father. Gone.But his uncle, distant cousins—they were still out there.Pearl exhaled slowly. “How far have they gotten?”Juliet clicked through more files, her jaw tightening. “They’re not testing it on the streets yet. Not on live populations.”Pearl folded her arms. “Then where?”Juliet’s face darkened. “A facility. One of The Obsidian Ring’s black sites. The files list it as Lockdow
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Project Blood Moon was in motion.If they didn’t move now, Louis’s entire bloodline would be wiped out.Juliet sat at the desk, hunched over her screen, decrypting the last fragments of stolen files. Her fingers moved fast, but her face was pale.“We don’t have days,” she said, her voice tight. “We don’t even have hours. They’ve started the countdown.”Louis’s fists clenched at his sides. He already knew it. The clock was ticking.Pearl stood near the weapons table, methodically loading a magazine, her expression unreadable.“We take the facility,” she said. No hesitation. “We get in, we kill anyone in our way, and we erase that virus from existence.”Juliet exhaled. “It’s not that simple, Pearl. It’s a bio-secure facility. We can’t just waltz in and start shooting.”Pearl raised an eyebrow. “Sure we can.”Louis finally spoke, his voice low but firm. “Juliet’s right. This isn’t just about breaking in. We need to make sure the virus is destroyed permanently.”And that meant getting ins
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The underground lab was a maze of sterile white corridors, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and something darker, more sinister.Juliet led the way, eyes darting between the blueprint on her tablet and the hallways stretching before them. “The main server room is ahead. If I can access the controls, I can wipe every trace of the virus.”Louis glanced at Pearl. “Stay sharp.”They moved in silence, shadows slipping through the corridors. Every step was calculated. Every turn a possible ambush.And then—They found the test chamber.A glass-walled room in the center of the facility, cold and sterile.Inside, strapped to a medical table—Elias Kindsor.Louis’s stomach clenched. His uncle looked barely alive. His skin pale, his body hooked up to machines.Pearl moved toward the glass. “What the hell did they do to him?”Juliet scanned the monitors. Her face darkened.“He’s the live test subject,” she whispered.Louis felt a slow, creeping rage coil in his chest.His uncle wasn’
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The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
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The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
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Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
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The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
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The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
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Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
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“They were mine!”Kael whispered, pale. “They were never yours, sir. You just rented them… until someone better showed up.”Mark screamed.Louis. Again. Always him.But deep down, Mark understood something far worse.This wasn’t the end.This was the start of something he could no longer control.And Louis?He wasn’t fighting for power.He was fighting for everyone Mark had forgotten.Beneath the ruined city of Caldus, in a vault built from spiritsteel and arrogance, Mark Jennings stood at the heart of the Shadow Auction—his latest masterpiece of corruption.Around him sat warlords wrapped in animal skins and silk suits, crooked politicians oozing perfume and power, and black-robed syndicate leaders who whispered curses louder than prayers.Projected across the vaulted chamber were translucent prisms—each holding a spirit core, glowing faintly, extracted from captured cultivators loyal to Louis.Mark tapped his glass with a silver spoon.“Welcome, esteemed degenerates,” he smiled. “To
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Mark threw a chair through the screen.“This isn’t possible! HOW?!”Kael cowered. “He used... the Dragon Vein Network. The legends were real. The Kindsor temples are spiritually tethered.”Mark’s eyes bulged. “That’s a bedtime story!”“Yeah,” Kael whimpered. “Except the bedtime story just collapsed seven military bases.”Mark slammed his fist into the wall.“You mean to tell me… we got outsmarted by decorative floor tiles?!”Kael didn’t dare respond.In the Hidden GroveMira watched the news, stunned.Louis finally spoke, voice soft but firm. “They feared the dragon. But they forgot it doesn’t roar until you step on its spine.”She shivered. “What happens now?”Louis looked to the horizon, eyes glinting with purpose.“Now? We rebuild. And when Mark tries again…” He smiled faintly. “We don’t collapse ground.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”Louis’s smile deepened.“We collapse empires.”War-torn cities smoldered under the illusion of peace.Mark Jennings stood atop a broken milita
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Mark Jennings was done playing games.Humiliation burned like acid in his chest, each word from Louis’s last appearance looping through his mind like a curse. His reflection in the mirror sneered at him, as if even his own image mocked his failure.“This ends now,” he growled, voice raw with fury. “Burn it all. I want the entire Kindsor network reduced to rubble.”Behind him, a dozen emissaries from rogue states nodded grimly. Their job was simple: conquest by chaos.By dusk, private armies surged across borders—armored vehicles disguised as "peacekeeping convoys" rolled through sacred grounds, while rogue cultivators unleashed hell on ancient temples. Smoke clouded the skies. Cries of civilians pierced the night like broken flutes.Atop a blood-stained mountain base, a general cackled. “Kindsor sanctuaries? More like kindling.”Every news station echoed the same narrative.“Former Louis loyalists caught hoarding soul weapons.”“Public enemies: Kindsor cults tied to insurgency.”“Peac
