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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 110
He stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking as the air around them seemed to thicken. “The Monument Project wouldn’t be where it is without you, Sandra. Despite our differences, we’ve built something incredible.”Sandra’s gaze softened, her guard momentarily lowered. “We have. But it hasn’t been easy. The backlash from the other houses, the constant obstacles… sometimes it feels like we’re fighting an uphill battle.”Ethan reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ve faced everything together. And we’ll continue to do so. I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side.”Sandra’s breath hitched at his touch, her eyes searching his. “"Even after everything? Even after how much we fought?”He smiled, his thumb softly tracing the curve of her cheek. “Especially after everything. Our differences have only made us stronger.”The intensity of his gaze and the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down Sandra’s spine. She leaned into his hand, her voice barely a whisper.
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 111
The signal had been given, and the grand hall of the Geralt mansion began to transform from a scene of opulent celebration to one of chaos and violence. The first indication of trouble came as the wait staff -turned- assassins moved in, their true intentions revealed by the cold glint in their eyes and the sudden, coordinated movement towards Ethan and Sandra.Ethan, engaged in conversation with Sandra, caught sight of the approaching danger from the corner of his eye. His instincts kicked in, honed from years of his life on the streets. He grabbed Sandra’s arm, pulling her closer. "Something's wrong. We need to move."Sandra’s eyes widened in realization as she followed Ethan’s gaze, seeing the assassins closing in. Just then, Paul, burst through the crowd, urgency etched on his face. "Sir, ma'am, this way! Use the backdoor! Go, now!"Ethan didn’t hesitate. "Come on, Sandra," he urged, steering her towards the hidden exit Paul had indicated. Paul and the other bodyguards, trained
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 112
They would protect Ethan and Sandra, no matter the cost. The gala had been a test, and though battered, they had emerged victorious. For now.***The gala had descended into chaos, and Ethan and Sandra were sprinting through the maze-like corridors of the Geralt mansion, racing toward the backdoor. The distant sounds of battle echoed through the opulent hallways—clashing metal, grunts of effort, and the occasional cry of pain. Each step they took was a step away from the danger behind them, but the danger ahead remained unknown.Ethan’s mind raced as fast as his legs, not for himself, he could hold out on his own, rather his thoughts focused on the urgency of their escape because of Sandra who was with him. Beside him, Sandra’s breathing was heavy, her determination driving her forward. They turned corner after corner, the path to safety seeming longer with each twist and turn.“Just a bit further,” Ethan panted, casting a quick glance at Sandra. “We’re almost there.”Sandra nodded
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 113
Ethan’s thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and determination as he carried Sandra through the garden, heading towards the gate that led to the street. “Stay with me, Sandra,” he urged, his voice a desperate plea. “Just a little further.”Sandra’s eyes fluttered open, her grip on Ethan’s shirt weak but persistent. “Ethan… you’re… you’re doing great. Don’t stop.”He pushed himself harder, ignoring the burning in his muscles and the ache in his injured arm. A SUV car sped near them, coming to an abrupt stop beside them.Fear gripped Ethan thinking it was the assassins who had come to finish them off finally.The front door flew open revealing Paul coming out of the car, with blood stains on most part of his body."Quickly master Ethan, get in!" He said as he took Sandra from him and put her in the back seat.After settling Sandra in the back seat, Ethan went to the passenger seat and got in."The Hospital, Paul, quickly!" Ethan said with urgency as soon as Paul entered the car."At once
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 114
Ethan pushed open the door to Sandra’s hospital room with a mix of trepidation and relief. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows on the walls. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh flowers someone had brought in, a desperate attempt to bring some cheer to the otherwise clinical environment.He walked quietly to Sandra’s bedside, his heart tightening at the sight of her. She lay there, pale but peaceful, her breathing steady. The bandage on her side was a stark reminder of the previous night’s violence. Ethan reached out, gently stroking her cheek, the memory of their shared kiss at the gala flooding his mind. The intimacy of that moment contrasted sharply with the chaos that had followed.Sandra stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times, disoriented, before focusing on Ethan. A soft smile touched her lips. “Ethan,” she whispered, her voice weak but filled with relief.“Hey, you,” Ethan s
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 115
Ethan smiled, his heart swelling with pride and affection. “Together,” he echoed, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side. The battle for justice and their future had only just begun, and he was ready to fight with everything he had.***Paul sat in the driver’s seat of the car, the engine idling softly in the hospital parking lot. It was already nearing afternoon, as the sun cast a warm glow through the open windows, the breeze a welcome relief after the chaos of the previous night. He leaned back, wincing slightly as his body reminded him of the injuries he had sustained. A few plastered cuts on his face and bandages on his arms were a testament to the ferocity of the fight.His phone buzzed in the cup holder beside him. He glanced at the screen, seeing Rachel’s name flash. A small smile crept onto his face as he picked up the phone and answered.“Hey, Rachel,” he said, his voice a mix of exhaustion and relief.“Paul! I’m so glad you a
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 116
But for a few moments longer, he allowed himself to sit there, absorbing the strength he drew from his conversation with Rachel, readying himself for the battles yet to come.***Ethan gently closed the door to Sandra’s room, his mind still replaying the attack and their subsequent escape. The hospital hallway was a stark contrast to the chaos they had narrowly survived—sterile, quiet, and deceptively peaceful. As he stepped into the hallway, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked the screen and saw “Old Man” flashing. Taking a deep breath, he answered.“Hello” Ethan said, his voice steady but tinged with exhaustion.“Ethan, my boy,” the Old Man’s gravelly voice came through, filled with concern. “How are you holding up? I heard about the attack.”Ethan leaned against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’m alright, more or less. A few bruises, but nothing major. Sandra took a nasty hit, though. She’s recovering now.”“Damn,” the Old Man muttered, a hint of anger seeping i
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 117
The sun barely peeked through the cracks in the tin roof of Alex's makeshift room, casting a dim light over the cluttered space. The air was thick with the smell of stale sweat and smoke from the nearby factories. Alex sat on a rickety wooden stool, hunched over a small, battered radio, its surface covered in scratches and grime. His fingers trembled slightly as he turned the dial, tuning in to the familiar voice of the news reporter."...last night's shocking attack at the gala," the reporter's voice crackled through the static. "Authorities are still piecing together the details of the incident."Alex's heart pounded in his chest. He leaned closer to the radio, his breath shallow and rapid. The room seemed to close in around him, every sound amplified, every sensation heightened."Among those targeted was Ethan Anderson," the reporter continued. "The heir to one of the country's most prominent Super Houses and lead partner in the Monument Project."A wave of happiness washed over
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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
