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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 124
Denera took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she walked towards her car. The game was far from over, and she was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.***Ethan settled into his leather chair, the weight of the day pressing on his shoulders. His office at the Majestic Skies Building was an oasis of calm amidst the storm, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The sun streamed in, casting long shadows that danced across the room. Rachel had just left to fetch the files he needed, and Ethan took a moment to collect his thoughts, his mind still reeling from the events of the past 24 hours.The soft knock on the door brought him back to the present. Rachel poked her head in, her expression cautious. "Mr. Anderson, Mr. Gerald is here to see you."Ethan nodded, rising from his chair. "Send him in."Gerald entered the office, his presence commanding as always. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, a crisp white s
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 125
Denera walked briskly through the opulent hallways of the Rhodes mansion, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors. The grandiose decor—gilded mirrors, crystal chandeliers, and intricate tapestries—did little to ease her mind. She had just returned from visiting Sandra in the hospital, a calculated move to divert any suspicion from herself.As she turned the corner into the dining room, she froze, her breath catching in her throat. Rhys, her husband, was sitting at the head of the dining table, a cup of coffee in his hand. His presence at this hour was unexpected, almost unsettling.“Rhys, what are you doing home at this time?” she asked, her voice laced with genuine surprise.Rhys looked up, a weary smile playing on his lips. “I needed to rest, Denera. The whole gala attack has been quite exhausting.”Denera walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I understand. It’s been a stressful night for all of us. I’m just glad you’re safe.”Rhys nodded, taki
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 126
With a final glance out the window, she turned away, ready to continue the game. The night was still young, and there was much to be done. But one thing was certain—nothing would stand in her way.***Rhys watched Denera ascend the staircase, his thoughts heavy. He had always admired her ambition and determination, but recent events had shaken him. He remained seated at the dining table, sipping his coffee, waiting for her to return. When she reappeared, refreshed and composed, he motioned for her to join him again.“Denera,” he began, his tone serious. “I need to ask you something, and I want an honest answer.”She arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden intensity. “Of course, Rhys. What’s on your mind?”Rhys set his coffee cup down, leaning forward. “I know I already asked this, but did you have anything to do with the attack at the gala? I know how much you dislike Sandra and your drive to secure the Monument Project.”Denera's expression remained calm as she flashed a very in
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 127
And as they ascended the grand staircase, side by side, they knew that nothing would stand in their way. Not Ethan, not Sandra, not anyone. The Monument Project was within their grasp, and they would stop at nothing to claim it.***Paul’s bedroom was modest but cozy, a reflection of a working-class man’s simple yet functional lifestyle. The walls were painted a muted gray, adorned with a few framed photographs of scenic landscapes and a couple of certificates. A sturdy oak dresser stood against one wall, its surface cluttered with everyday items: a watch, keys, a wallet. The bed, a comfortable queen-size, was the centerpiece of the room, its headboard made of dark wood, matching the dresser. Paul lay in bed, the soft light from a bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room. Rachel was beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, their naked bodies concealed under a thick, navy blue duvet. Her fingers traced soft patterns on his chest, lingering over the spots where he had
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 128
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city as Ethan pulled up to the Majestic Skies Building with Paul. Ethan stepped out of the car, his presence commanding and sophisticated. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored navy blue suit, the fabric finely woven and adorned with subtle pinstripes. His crisp white shirt contrasted sharply against his tanned skin, and a silk tie in a deep burgundy hue added a touch of elegance. Polished black leather shoes completed the ensemble, and a platinum watch glinted on his wrist, reflecting the morning light.As he walked towards the entrance, the doormen greeted him with respectful nods. Ethan's stride was purposeful, exuding confidence and determination. His mind was already racing with the day's agenda when he saw Rachel rushing out to meet him, her face etched with serious concern."Sir," Rachel called out, her voice tinged with urgency. "We have a problem."Ethan's brow furrowed as he approached her. "What’s wrong, Rachel?"Rachel took
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 129
This was his city, his empire, and he would defend it with everything he had.***Sandra stood at the hospital entrance, breathing in the crisp morning air. Her discharge papers were tucked neatly in her bag, a closure to her recent ordeal. She had spent the past few days recuperating, but now she felt a strong pull towards the Monument Project site. It was the project of the century, and she needed to see it with her own eyes, to remind herself of her purpose.Her driver opened the car door for her, and she slid into the back seat, her mind already racing with thoughts about the project. The drive to the site was a short one, but it gave her ample time to reflect on her journey. As the only female heir in the country, Sandra had faced countless obstacles. She had to work twice as hard to prove herself, to ensure that no one dared to treat her differently because of her gender. It had been a grueling journey, but standing as the chosen partner for this monumental project made it
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 130
There were battles to be fought, but Sandra was more than ready. She was a warrior, and she would emerge victorious.***Jason sat in his office, a sly grin spreading across his face as he stared intently at his laptop screen. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden hue over the sleek, modern furniture that filled the room. The office was decorated with tasteful art pieces and expensive gadgets.The numbers on the screen flickered constantly, displaying the stock market's fluctuations. Jason's grin widened as he watched the plummet of one particular subsidiary of Ethan's conglomerate. The red downward arrows and the steep decline in the stock's value were all the confirmation he needed that his plan was working perfectly.Reveling in the moment, Jason reached for his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before a voice on the other end answered."Yes, Mr. Jason?""Well done," Jason said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I see that the op
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 131
Ethan sat in his office at Majestic Skies, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city. The skyline was breathtaking as usual, but Ethan’s mind was far from the beauty before him. He was lost in thought, strategizing a comeback from the relentless attack on one of his subsidiary companies. The stock had plummeted overnight, sending shockwaves through his entire organization. He needed a plan, and he needed it fast.His desk was cluttered with reports and financial statements, each one detailing the catastrophic losses his company had endured. Ethan rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. He knew that this attack wasn’t just a random act of corporate sabotage. There was someone behind it, someone with a vendetta. And he had a pretty good idea who it was.His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. The caller ID read “Old Man.” Ethan sighed, knowing exactly what this call was going to be abou
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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
