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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 118
With renewed determination, Jackson returned to his workout, each punch and lift fueled by a sense of urgency. He knew the stakes were higher than ever, and there was no room for hesitation. The game was on, and he intended to win, no matter the cost.***The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the expansive grounds of Gerald’s mansion. The reporters, their cameras and microphones at the ready, had gathered in droves, the anticipation already visible in the cool air. The ornate gates of the mansion opened slowly, revealing a pathway lined with meticulously trimmed hedges leading up to the grand entrance. At the center of this spectacle stood Gerald, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his demeanor a blend of composed authority and genuine concern.He stepped up to a hastily erected podium, flanked by two burly guards whose eyes scanned the crowd with an unwavering vigilance. The murmur of the assembled press hushed as Gerald approached the microphone, hi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 119
The dimly lit room, hidden beneath layers of concrete and secrecy, exuded an air of clandestine operations. This was the very place where Denera and Gerald had convened before, plotting their machinations away from prying eyes. — The Serpent's DenThe walls were adorned with detailed maps and surveillance photos. A single, flickering light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting elongated shadows that danced menacingly around the room.Gerald arrived first, his footsteps echoing through the narrow corridor that led to the room. He took a seat at the old wooden table in the center, its surface scarred from years of use. Moments later, Denera entered, her presence as commanding as ever. She walked with a purpose, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor.“Gerald,” she greeted, taking her seat opposite him. Her eyes were sharp, her demeanor exuding both confidence and frustration.“Denera,” he replied, a slight nod acknowledging her arrival.They sat in silence for a moment,
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 120
For now, they would wait, biding their time, gaining the trust of their enemies, and preparing for the final act of their elaborate play. The shadows were their ally, and in the darkness, they thrived.***Denera walked briskly through the iron gates of the Lockwood mansion, the gravel crunching beneath her designer heels. The sprawling estate was bathed in the late afternoon sun, its grandeur a stark contrast to the shadowy meeting she had just left. She could feel the weight of the conversation with Gerald lingering in her mind, but she pushed it aside as she approached the grand entrance. There were other matters to attend to, namely her brother Jason.As she stepped into the cool, marbled foyer, she heard the faint strains of classical music playing from the living room. The air was scented with the faint aroma of fresh roses, likely a new addition from their housekeeper. Denera walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the polished floor, until she reached the thresho
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 121
He could only hope that her plan would work and that they would emerge from this unscathed.Furthermore, he needed their House in order as he set out to being his own schemes.***Ethan and Paul arrived at the Majestic Skies Building, its gleaming facade reflecting the afternoon sun. As they approached, Ethan noticed a throng of reporters gathered at the gate, their presence a clear indication that the news of last night’s attack had spread quickly. “Paul, pull over,” Ethan instructed, his voice calm but authoritative. “I need to address them before we go in.”Paul nodded and maneuvered the car to a stop near the gate. Ethan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable barrage of questions. As soon as he stepped out of the car, the reporters surged forward, their voices a chaotic blend of questions and shouts.“Mr. Anderson! Over here!”“Can you tell us what happened last night?”“Do you know who’s responsible for the attack?”Ethan raised his hand, his expression comman
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 122
The mansion of the mysterious man, perched on the outskirts of town, was a fortress of shadow and secrecy. Its tall, iron gates and high walls cloaked in creeping ivy hinted at the power and wealth hidden within. Inside, the grandeur of the mansion was both opulent and imposing, with dark wood paneling, heavy velvet drapes, and intricate chandeliers casting ghostly reflections on polished floors.In the heart of this labyrinthine mansion was the office of the mysterious man, a place where sunlight fought to penetrate. The office was a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows, though the heavy drapes were drawn back just enough for narrow slivers of sunlight to pierce the gloom. These rays of light created an ethereal effect, casting long shadows and making it nearly impossible to see the face of the man who sat at the desk. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather and tobacco, mingling with a hint of something more exotic and elusive.A large flat-screen TV was mounted on
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 123
He was a man with deep roots and wide-reaching branches, and nothing could topple him—not an attack, not a shifting power dynamic, and certainly not the unseen enemies lurking in the shadows.***Denera stood in the hallway of the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic mingling with the muted hum of activity. Nurses and doctors moved with purpose, their soft-soled shoes barely making a sound on the polished floors. Denera’s heels clicked as she approached Sandra’s room, each step a reminder of the tension she carried with her. The light from the overhead fluorescents cast a cold, clinical glow, contrasting sharply with the warm, morning sun streaming through the windows at the end of the corridor.Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door to Sandra’s room. The air inside was tinged with the scent of fresh flowers and the beeping of monitors provided a steady, rhythmic background noise. Sandra lay propped up on her bed, her eyes sharp despite the pallor of her skin. “Dener
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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
