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Chapter 95: The execution of Richard
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The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 96:The aftermath of justice
The news spread like wildfire.Richard Dane was dead. Hanged for his crimes.The world moved on, but for Alexander, time stood still.Inside the cold, gray walls of his prison cell, he sat on his hard bunk, his hands clasped together, staring blankly at the floor. The air was thick with dampness, the scent of iron bars and unwashed fabric suffocating him. His thoughts was filled in a chaotic mess, dragging him deeper into the hollow emptiness that had settled in his chest.He had known this moment would come. He had accepted it as justice.So why did it feel like a piece of him had just been forgotten away?Richard had been many thingsâa manipulator, a liar, a man capable of unthinkable cruelty. But before all that, he had been his brother.They had once been inseparable. They had grown up under the same roof, played under the same sun, shared childhood secrets, and once fought the world together.And now, just like that, it was over.Gone.Erased in a single moment when the rope t
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The prison walls seemed to close in around Alexander as he sat across from the mysterious man who had come to see him. The air in the visiting room was thick with tension, the kind that hinted at secrets long buried. The man, was wearing a tailored black suit with golden chain on the cuffs, exuded an aura of authority. His eyes held a mix of warning and expectation.Alexander recognized him immediatelyâElder Daramola, the high priest of the royal council from his homeland.It had been years since he last saw the man, and even longer since he had thought about the place he once called home. The village he had abandoned. The throne he had turned his back on.Daramolaâs voice was deep and commanding. âYour Highness, you have been gone for too long.âAlexander denied the title. âI am not a king,â he said firmly, his jaw tightening.Daramolaâs eyes darkened. âThat is where you are wrong. You were born into this destiny, and you cannot escape it. Your time is running out.âAlexander let
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The air outside was cold, carrying the distant hum of the city as Gabriel led Daniela toward an elegant restaurant pushed into a quiet corner of the bustling district. The golden glow of streetlights reflected on the pavement, and the rhythmic sounds of passing cars created a soothing backdrop to the turmoil raging in her mind.Danielaâs hands trembled slightly as she held onto the small purse by her side. Her thoughts were still tangled with the overwhelming discoveries she had made about Alexander. Her heart pounded with questions she had no answers to.Gabriel, sensing her fear, spoke softly. âI thought you could use a break, Daniela. Youâve been carrying too much on your shoulders.âShe forced a weak smile. âI appreciate it, but I doubt a dinner can change what Iâm feeling right now.ââMaybe not,â Gabriel admitted. âBut at least it might help you breathe for a moment.âShe hesitated before nodding, realizing that fighting him on this wouldnât do her any good. Her world had just b
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Alexander woke up to a headache and the weight of regret pressing against his chest. He had barely slept since signing the contract, his mind tormented by the consequences of his decision. The ink had dried, and now, the real game had begun.He sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the early morning skyline through his penthouse window. The city was alive, oblivious to the chaos inside h. He had gambled everythingâhis company, his reputation, and now, his last house.A sharp knock at the door snapped him from his thoughts."Come in," he called out.His personal assistant, Jordan, stepped in, carrying a tablet. His expression was concerned."Sir, you need to see this."Alexander took the tablet and scrolled through the financial reports. His hands left him as he saw the latest updates. The numbers werenât improvingâthey were getting worse."Mikhailov has already started making moves," Jordan continued. "He increased his stake to 45% overnight. The board is uneasy."Alexander cursed un
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Alexander stood in the middle of his now-empty office, the echo of his own breathing filling the vast space. The once-proud empire he had built, the legacy he had fought for, had been stripped from himâpiece by piece.The desk, the bookshelves, even the paintings that once hung on the wallsâall gone. Mikhailov had taken everything.His phone buzzed, breaking the suffocating silence. He pulled it out of his pocket, already knowing what it was.Final Notice: Vacate the premises within 48 hours.His houseâthe last thing tying him to his old lifeâwas no longer his.A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. So this was what rock bottom felt like.He collapsed into his chair, rubbing his temples. He had no office. No home. No money.And worseâno one to turn to.Everyone he once trusted had distanced themselves the moment his empire began to crumble. The board members had voted him out. The investors had withdrawn their support. Even Danielaâone of his closest alliesâhad walked away.Alexander Laws
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Alexander sat on the cold park bench, staring into the distance. The city lights flickered in the background, a cruel reminder of the life he once had. The weight of his downfall settled over him like a heavy cloak, suffocating him with regret.He had been at the top once, untouchable, commanding respect wherever he went. Now, he was just another ruined man, stripped of everything, abandoned by those who once called him a friend.The thought made his stomach twist with anger.Then, like a spark in the darkness, a memory surfacedâRichardâs house.His late brotherâs estate had been vacant for years. At least, it should have been. No one had lived there since Richard's passing. Alexander had avoided it, too consumed by work, by deals, by the empire he had built.Now, that empire was gone."That isâĶ if someone else hasnât taken it over by now," he muttered under his breath.It was a risk. He had no guarantee that the house was still empty, but it was the only option he had.Pushing himsel
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Deep in the heart of the village, a small gathering of elders sat in a dimly lit chamber within the royal palace. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, and the flickering flames of oil lamps cast eerie shadows across the stone walls.The Oracle, a frail old man draped in ceremonial robes, sat at the head of the room. His voice, though weak with age, carried an undeniable weight of authority.âThe time is near,â he said, his milky eyes gazing into the flames before him. âThe throne cannot remain empty much longer. If the rightful heir does not return, the spirits of our ancestors will unleash their wrath.âA murmur ran through the elders. They had waited long enough. Alexander Lawson, whether he liked it or not, was destined to be king.One of the chief messengers, a tall, broad-shouldered man named Chief Obiora, stepped forward. âWe have already sent word before, but he has ignored us,â he said, frustration evident in his tone.The Oracleâs gaze remained fixed on the fi
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Gabriel sat in his car, parked outside an upscale cafÃĐ, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He took a deep breath before dialing the number he had saved weeks ago.The phone rang twice before a smooth, professional voice answered. âElegant Affairs Event Planning, this is Amelia speaking. How may I assist you?âGabriel adjusted his cufflinks, his pulse quickening. âHello, Amelia. My name is Gabriel Carter. I need your services for something very special.âAmeliaâs tone remained polite but sharpened with interest. âOf course, Mr. Carter. Could you tell me what kind of event youâre looking to plan?âHe leaned back in his seat, a small smile tugging at his lips. âA proposal. A surprise proposal.âThere was a brief pause before Amelia spoke again, her voice tinged with excitement. âThatâs wonderful! Do you have a vision for how youâd like it to unfold?âGabrielâs eyes softened as he thought of Danielaâher laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her dreams, th
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The Billionaire's unseen heir    : The final chapter
The palace was quietâtoo quiet. Even the birds that usually fluttered outside the grand windows of the kingâs chamber were absent, as if nature itself mourned the weariness of the man within.Alexander sat on the edge of his bed, the heavy robe of royalty pooling around him like a shroud. The golden crown, once proudly perched upon his head, now lay abandoned on the floor, its polished surface reflecting nothing but a broken legacy.He had sent the servants away hours ago, requesting solitude. But truth be told, he had been alone for far longer than thatâever since Daniela left, ever since the boy vanished. Ever since he traded his humanity for power.The voices from the past echoed relentlessly in his mind."You want her to be queen? There is a wayâĶ""Put this powder in her drink. It will cloud her mind and draw her to you.""Rub this oil on your palms before you touch herâshe will not resist.""You must act fast. The elders are watching. You need an heir."At the time, it all seemed
The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 143: The kings silent battle
The palace was quieter these daysâtoo quiet for a man who once ruled with noise, power, and pride. Alexander sat by his window, fingers toying with a half-filled goblet of wine. Outside, the moonlight brushed the edges of the thatched palace roof, casting ghostly shadows on the walls. Chisom had long drifted to sleep, her breathing soft, steady. But Alexander was wide awakeâagain.It had been six moons since she was brought to him, her skin soft as silk, her smile gentle, her body yielding. Each night, she came to his bed, and each night, he held hope in his loins and in his heart. But morning always came with the same bitter emptiness. No signs. No whispers of cravings. No swelling belly. No child.He had tried everythingâspiced roots, fertility herbs from the palace medicine woman, and even late-night rituals performed by the native priest. StillâĶ nothing.Alexander rose from the bed, pacing the cold marble floor with heavy feet. A fire burned in the hearth, but it did little to tha
The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 142: A home built with love
The morning sun filtered through the bright white curtains of their new apartment, casting golden rays across the hardwood floor. Lydia stirred beneath the duvet, her hand instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed.Empty.She blinked, sat up, and glanced around. The soft scent of brewed coffee and toasted bread teased her nose. A smile curled on her lips.Heâs in the kitchen again.Throwing on a light robe, she padded down the hallway and into the warm, open space where Gabriel stood shirtless, wearing joggers and flipping pancakes with an exaggerated chefâs flair.âYouâre going to burn them,â Lydia teased, leaning against the doorframe.Gabriel turned, spatula in hand, and grinned. âAnd good morning to my beautiful wife.âShe walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. âGood morning, chef husband.âHe kissed the top of her head, then plated a stack of fluffy pancakes. âI thought we could eat on the balcony today. The sunâs not too harsh yet.âThey
The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 141: Shadows in the palace walls
The early morning sun filtered through the intricate lattice windows of the palace, casting golden shapes across the polished floors. Drums beat faintly in the distance, signaling the dawn of a new dayâand a new queen.Chisom sat quietly on the edge of a carved mahogany bed, her feet barely touching the polished ground. Around her, the royal maids fluttered like bees, tying her hair into delicate loops, rubbing her arms with perfumed oil, and whispering instructions she barely absorbed.âYour new robe, my queen,â one of the maids said, presenting a cloth woven with silver threads and royal blue patterns. âYou must wear it before you greet the king.âChisom nodded faintly, still unsure how to wear the title of "queen" in her heart. The palace air was thickânot just with incense, but with the weight of expectation. She could feel it in the walls, in the eyes of the elders who measured her with unspoken judgment, and in the stiff bow of the guards who had served another before her.As sh
The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 140:The choice of a king
The palace air brimmed with anticipation, thick like a brewing storm. Inside the grand hall, the scent of burning incense drifted from gold-plated bowls, curling in the air like whispers from the ancestors. Soft drums echoed in the background, played by two palace boys, steady and ceremonial. The marble floors had been scrubbed to glass-like shine, reflecting the rows of candles burning along the corridor.Alexander sat on the throne, robed in deep crimson, his royal crown resting heavy on his head. His face was unreadableâa mask of calm, yet behind his eyes, something stirred. Pain. Memory. Resignation. This was not how he envisioned choosing a queen.Beside him, a guard stood silently, holding a scroll with the names of the maidens. The chamberlain motioned, and the doors opened.One by one, the virgins began to enter.The first maiden, Awele, stepped forward with her head lowered, her feet bare, anklets chiming with each timid step. She was beautifulâsmooth dark skin, full lips, an
The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 139: The search for a new queen
The sky above the palace bled into a melancholic gray, the sun hiding behind thick clouds as though mourning with the king. The royal garden, once Danielaâs favorite place, stood untended. Wildflowers grew in stubborn defiance through cracks in the once manicured paths. The scent of blooming hibiscus clashed with the scent of timeâthat old, dusty silence that lingered in places where laughter had died.King Alexander stood still on the palace balcony, arms crossed behind his back, cloaked in heavy velvet. He wasn't the same man he was two years ago. The weight of loss had carved lines into his once-youthful face. His shoulders drooped beneath invisible burdens. Power still clothed him, yes, but it no longer fitted him like prideâit clung to him like grief.His eyes scanned the horizonâthe same trail Daniela had once fled down with the child. The same trail the guards had failed to watch. His jaw clenched at the memory.Every now and then, he imagined seeing her figure walking back, ch
The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 138: The engagement and the wedding
The evening of the engagement party felt like a dream to Lydia. The grand ballroom was bathed in warm, golden light. Crystal chandeliers hung high above, their glimmering reflections dancing across the polished marble floor. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting stories of love, fortune, and legacy. Every corner of the room was carefully designed to evoke luxury, but it was the people who made it truly come alive.Guests murmured and laughed in soft clusters, champagne glasses clinking as they raised their toasts to Gabriel and Lydia. They had all come from different walks of lifeâwealthy socialites, business moguls, close friends of the family. But tonight, there was one thing that united them all: the promise of the future, the joining of two lives. Gabriel stood at the center of it all, a striking figure in a tailored suit, his posture confident but warm as he greeted guests. He was the picture of a man who had everything under control. But as his eyes scanned
The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 137: Whispers of forever
The soft light of the morning sun was seen through the blinds, spilling its warmth over the living room of Gabrielâs apartment. Lydia sat on the sofa, her bare feet tucked under her as she scrolled through a wedding magazine, lost in thought. The room was filled with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the faint hum of the city outside only added to the quiet peace of the moment.Gabriel had just stepped out of the shower, a towel draped low on his hips, his hair still damp. He smiled as he saw her lost in the magazine, the occasional flutter of the page drawing her attention. It was one of those simple, perfect moments that made him feel like everything heâd ever wanted was right here.âYou look like youâre plotting world domination,â Gabriel teased, stepping into the kitchen, his voice a warm caress.Lydia glanced up from the pages, offering him a playful scowl. âIâm plotting the perfect wedding, thank you very much. Thereâs a difference.ââAh, my mistake,â he grinned, lean
The Billionaire's unseen heir    Chapter 136:The price of the spirit
Dark clouds thickened above the palace like a warning, casting long shadows that crept along the courtyard stones. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of dry wind against the banana trees that lined the palace fence.Alexander stood stiffly near the throne room window, eyes fixed on the sky. When the priest finally arrived, the guards ushered him in with reverence. The old manâs steps were slow, but his presence demanded respect. His hair, thick and snowy white, spilled down to his shoulders like ancestral feathers. His robe, dyed deep maroon with sacred herbs, carried the scent of ancient incense.He bowed slightly, then looked up. His eyesâmilky but sharpâsettled on Alexanderâs face. âYou sent for me, Your Highness?âAlexander gestured toward a mat. âSit. There is trouble in the land.âThe priest slowly lowered himself, folding his legs under him. âI know,â he said softly, voice like wind brushing through dried leaves. âThe spirits whispered last ni
