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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 102
The man turned away from the window, his mind already calculating the next move in a game only he could see.***The rhythmic thud of fists meeting punching bag echoed through gym. Ethan's muscles rippled with each powerful strike, sweat glistening on his tanned skin under the dim, lights. The gym had always been his safe space, a place where he can gather his thoughts and let out all stress and pent up feelings.His eyes were fully locked on the punching bag in front of him, but his mind was sorting and arranging a whole lot of other things. A steady, controlled breathing pattern accompanied his movements, his eyes focused and unyielding.The silence was interrupted by the soft, almost hesitant, creak of the gym's heavy oak door. Ethan paused, mid-punch, glancing over his shoulder. Standing at the entrance was Hera, the maid of the house. She looked slightly out of place in the austere, almost Spartan, environment of the gym. Hera, held a pristine white envelope in her gloved hand
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 103
The Geralt gala was an arena, and she was ready to enter it with all the poise and precision she was known for. The stakes were high, but so were the rewards. And Sandra Walton was never one to shy away from a challenge.She knew Gerald well. She knew there was more to the gala but she couldn't figure it out. It was a stage after all, and she was ready to play her part to perfection.***Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows of the mansion's huge hall, casting a warm glow on the plush furniture and polished wood floors. Denera sat on a sleek leather sofa, her back straight, eyes focused. Across from her, Gerald leaned against a grand piano, his arms crossed, a contemplative look on his face. The room, adorned with tasteful art and fresh flowers, was a testament to elegance and power.Denera glanced around, appreciating the sophisticated setting. "I must say, Gerald," she began, her voice steady and measured, "you have outdone yourself with this place. It’s the perfect setti
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 104
The upcoming gala was more than a social event, and in the heart of it all, Gerald and Denera reveled in the knowledge that they were the architects of the chaos to come.***The room was a crypt of shadows, lit only by the flickering flames of a solitary fireplace. Dark, heavy curtains draped over the tall windows, blocking out the sunlight and creating an atmosphere thick with foreboding. The walls were lined with ancient books, their spines cracked and worn, holding within them tales of dark knowledge and forbidden secrets. A mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface cluttered with old maps, cryptic notes, and ominous artifacts.Seated behind the desk was a figure cloaked in darkness, the mysterious man who had just arrived in the City. His eyes, sharp and calculating, glinted in the firelight as he studied a parchment covered in arcane symbols. The silence was punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of an old grandfather clock in the corner.A soft knock on the doo
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 105
At one end of the hall, a raised stage was set for the night's performances and speeches. The stage backdrop was a luxurious velvet curtain, rich in color and texture, which added an air of theatricality to the setting. Flanking the stage, two grand pianos stood ready, their polished ebony surfaces gleaming under the lights.Discreetly placed around the hall were various lounges and alcoves, furnished with plush sofas and armchairs, where guests could retreat for more intimate conversations. These spaces were decorated with an impeccable attention to detail, from the soft, ambient lighting to the strategically placed art pieces and fresh flowers.Every aspect of the hall, from the grand architecture to the minute details, spoke of unparalleled luxury and sophistication. It was a place designed not just to host an event, but to create an unforgettable experience, leaving an indelible impression on every guest who crossed its threshold.***The evening was poised on the cusp of grande
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 106
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome." Gerald's voice echoed through the hall bringing it to a complete silence.***"Distinguished guests, esteemed friends, and honored colleagues," Gerald began, his voice resonating with a blend of authority and warmth. "It is both an honor and a privilege to welcome you all to the Geralt estate this evening. Tonight, we gather not just to celebrate, but to reaffirm the bonds that tie us together as leaders, innovators, and custodians of a proud legacy."He paused, allowing his gaze to sweep across the room, taking in the faces of some of the most influential people in the country. "For generations, the Geralt family has stood as a pillar of strength, integrity, and ambition. We have weathered the storms of history, emerging stronger and more united with each passing era. This mansion, this very hall, is a testament to our enduring legacy."Gerald's eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and determination. "But tonight is not just about reflecting on the pas
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 107
Ethan moved to the edge of the hall, seeking a moment of solitude to gather his thoughts. He glanced around, seeing the faces of the elite, each one a potential ally or adversary.***He knew he couldn’t trust anyone completely, but he needed a plan. Jason’s threat was real, and the clock was ticking. The project was too important, not just for him, but for everyone involved. He couldn’t let Jason’s envy and hatred derail it.As he stood there, lost in thought, a familiar voice broke through his reverie. "Ethan, there you are."Ethan turned to see Sandra Walton approaching, her emerald gown shimmering in the soft light. She was one of the few people he had come to trust, she was his partner after all."Sandra," he said, forcing a smile. "I didn’t expect to see you here."She returned his smile, but her eyes were sharp, perceptive. "I could say the same about you. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?"Ethan hesitated for a moment, then decided to confide in her. "It's nothi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 108
With a sigh, The Old Man took another sip of whiskey, his eyes still locked on the screen. The gala continued, but for the Old Man, it was a reminder of the ever-present dangers that lurked in the shadows. And he was determined to protect Ethan from them, no matter the cost.***The Geralt gala was in full swing, the grandeur of the evening unfolding in a seamless blend of elegance and opulence.Beneath the dazzling chandeliers and among the glittering guests, a tension simmered just below the surface. Sandra, the only female heir in the county and business partner of Ethan in the Monument Project, navigated the crowd with the poise of a seasoned socialite. Her gown shimmered under the lights, drawing admiring glances and whispered compliments.Across the room, Denera, a figure equally striking in her own right, observed Sandra with a predatory gaze. Denera had always coveted the position Sandra held in the Monument Project, a coveted endeavor that promised substantial influence and
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 109
Rhys, the heir of House Rhodes, stood beside him, exuding a calm confidence that belied the tension in the air.“Ethan, I have to hand it to you,” Rhys began, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “This project of yours is nothing short of visionary. But I have to wonder, how are you managing with all the... complications?”Ethan smiled, though his eyes remained sharp. “Every great project has its challenges, Rhys. Overcoming them is what makes the end result worthwhile.”Rhys nodded, his gaze drifting briefly to where Sandra stood, now alone after her confrontation with Denera. “Speaking of challenges, Sandra seems to be handling things well. But you know as well as I do that the Monument Project requires more than just resilience. It requires strategy, innovation...”“And you believe you can provide that?” Ethan interjected smoothly, steering the conversation.Rhys met Ethan’s gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. “I don’t just believe it. I know it. When you and Sandra hit tha
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Chapter 376
The warmth of a quiet morning bathed Rhys and Denera in soft golden light as they sat together on a wide sofa in their tastefully decorated living room. The chaos that had consumed their lives for months felt like a distant memory. Denera rested her head on Rhys’s chest, his arm draped protectively around her. Their hands were intertwined, fingers lightly brushing against each other—a silent vow to never let go. "I still can’t believe we’re here," Denera murmured, her voice carrying a blend of disbelief and gratitude. Rhys tilted her chin up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "We fought for this, Denera. We’ve been through hell, but we came out stronger. I don’t just love you—I’m in awe of you." She smiled, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "And I’m in awe of us. Let’s promise to never let anything or anyone come between us again." Rhys leaned down and kissed her gently. "Not a chance. We’re unbreakable now." The two sat in silence for a moment, basking in the tranquility
Chapter 375
The morning sun bathed the city in a golden hue as a soft breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers. A week has passed and normalcy has somewhat returned. It was a perfect day, fitting for an event of such grandeur. The wedding of Paul and Rachel-the moment everyone had been waiting for had finally arrived. The venue was a masterpiece: one of the most magnificent halls in the city, renowned for its towering crystal chandeliers and intricately carved marble pillars. From the outside, the building glistened with a mix of modern architectural elegance and timeless charm. Inside, the hall was transformed into a dreamland. A canopy of white roses and orchids draped across the ceiling, interspersed with tiny, twinkling lights that mimicked a starry night. Golden chairs lined the aisle, their backs adorned with silk ribbons and floral arrangements. At the center, a raised platform housed an altar framed by cascading vines and glittering drapery. Guests began to arrive, dress
Chapter 374
The dim light of Alex’s makeshift room flickered, casting shadows on the cracked walls and the scattered remnants of his old life. He sat on the edge of a wooden crate, methodically strapping his gear into place. His breaths were steady, but his eyes burned with purpose. Tonight was the night. This was what he had been training for—the moment he would finally free Laurel and eliminate Jason. Alex picked up his blade, its polished steel glinting in the faint light. He ran his fingers over the edge, testing its sharpness. A small scar on his knuckle caught his eye—a reminder of all the battles he’d fought leading up to this. He glanced at the photo of Laurel taped to the wall, her smile a beacon of hope amidst his darkened world. “This is it,” he muttered to himself. “For you, Laurel.”With his weapons secured and resolve hardened, Alex stood, pulling his hood over his head. He left the room without a glance back, the door creaking shut behind him.---The screen went black, the t
Chapter 373
The sound of tires crunching over the gravel driveway broke the stillness of the evening as Rhys and Denera pulled up to Gerald’s sprawling mansion. The mansion stood like a fortress, its grand columns illuminated by golden lights that cast long shadows across the well-manicured grounds. As their sleek black car came to a halt, the doors swung open, and the pair stepped out, their presence commanding the attention of everyone nearby.Rhys adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, his sharp features set in a calm but deadly expression. Beside him, Denera exuded quiet confidence, her heels clicking against the pavement as she moved. She wore a crimson trench coat, her eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of fury and satisfaction.The heavy front doors of the mansion creaked open, and Gerald emerged with his ever-present smirk plastered on his face. He was flanked by a small squad of armed guards, their weapons gleaming under the lights. Gerald was impeccably dressed, his dark green sui
Chapter 372
The Anderson mansion was eerily quiet, the moonlight casting a pale glow over the scene of destruction. Ethan and Paul stood amidst the chaos, their eyes fixed on the lifeless bodies of Jackson and Sebastian sprawled across the bloodied garden. The heavy scent of iron lingered in the air, mixing with the faint rustle of leaves. Ethan’s chest heaved as he struggled to steady his breath, his shirt torn and stained with sweat and blood.Paul glanced at Ethan, concern etched on his face. "You good?" he asked, his voice low but steady.Ethan nodded, though exhaustion weighed on every inch of his body. He pulled out his phone, his hands trembling slightly, and dialed Sandra’s number. The ringing seemed to stretch on forever until her voice finally came through.“Ethan…” Sandra’s voice was weak, barely a whisper. Ethan’s stomach tightened. “Sandra, what happened? Are you okay?” he demanded, his tone laced with panic.There was a pause, and then she spoke again, her words strained. “Sebas
Chapter 371
The Walton Mansion stood as a fortress of elegance, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, its high walls and elaborate architecture a testament to wealth and power. But tonight, the serenity of the estate was shattered. The elite strike team, led by Kiara, moved like shadows through the sprawling grounds, their movements silent yet deliberate.A muffled cry broke the stillness as one of the outer guards was taken down swiftly. Kiara stood in the shadows, her piercing gaze fixed on the mansion ahead. Her dark combat attire blended seamlessly with the night, and a wicked smile played on her lips. **This would be a night the Waltons would never forget.**“Move in,” she ordered, her voice low but commanding. Her team obeyed without hesitation, their precision and ruthlessness evident in every step. Inside the mansion, alarms blared as guards scrambled to defend their employer’s home. Shots were fired, echoing through the grand hallways, but the elite team was unrelenting. They moved w
Chapter 370
The garden lay in eerie silence after the brutal fight between Ethan and Jackson. The once-pristine space was a battlefield, littered with trampled flowers and streaks of blood. Ethan leaned against the marble fountain, his chest heaving as he wiped sweat and blood from his face. His body screamed in protest with every movement, exhaustion weighing heavily on him.The cool night breeze did little to calm the storm within him. He glanced at Jackson’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his breathing. **One battle down, but this war is far from over.**The sound of measured footsteps shattered the silence.Ethan’s eyes snapped open, his body tensing as a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Sebastian. Dressed in a dark suit, the Tree House leader carried himself with the air of a predator who had finally cornered his prey. His piercing gaze fell on Jackson’s corpse, and his expression twis
Chapter 369
The Anderson mansion loomed like a fortress under the moonlight, its pristine marble façade glinting ominously. The sprawling gardens surrounding it were immaculately kept, their beauty now cloaked in shadows as the night deepened. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, but the tension hanging in the air was palpable.Jackson stepped out of the black SUV parked just beyond the gates, his heavy boots crunching against the gravel. He adjusted his leather gloves, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin that promised violence. The security guards at the gates eyed him warily, but he had been granted access. The intercom buzzed before one of the guards spoke, “You’ve been cleared to enter. Proceed to the garden.”Jackson raised an eyebrow, intrigued.” So, Ethan knew I was coming. Typical. The man had a flair for theatrics, after all.” Jackson strode confidently through the gates, his hand brushing against the hilt of the blade strapped to his side. The adrenaline surged in his vein
Chapter 368
The grand hall of the Tree Symbol House was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the fireplace, but the heat from the flames was nothing compared to the tension simmering in the room. Sebastian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his sharp features etched with anticipation. Around him, the inner circle of the Tree Symbol House sat silently, their faces illuminated by the massive flat-screen television mounted on the wall. Kiara, Sebastian’s second-in-command, leaned back in her chair, her sharp, calculating eyes fixed on the news broadcast. Jackson, the most aggressive of the enforcers, stood near the window, arms crossed, his reflection distorted against the glass as he waited for orders like a loaded weapon. The rest of the members sat quietly, their unease palpable in the dimly lit room.The anchor on the television wore a neutral expression, but her words carried the weight of a bombshell. “Breaking news tonight: The court has found Ethan Anderson innocent of all cha
