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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 141
Ethan stood in the expansive living room of his mansion, the dim lighting casting soft shadows on the walls. He wore a simple T-shirt and shorts, a stark contrast to the sharp suits he donned during the day. The events of the day played over in his mind, particularly the strange tree symbol he had seen on the old building. He felt a sense of urgency and curiosity gnawing at him. Picking up his phone, he dialed the old man’s number, hoping for answers.The phone rang once, twice. Just as he was about to hang up, the call connected."Ethan," the old man's gravelly voice came through the line, "sorry about that. I was in the middle of something.""No problem, Housekeeper. I just needed to discuss a few things," Ethan replied, pacing the room."Of course. How is the Monument Project going?""It's progressing well," Ethan said. "Sandra and I are pushing through the final stages of planning. There have been a few hiccups, but nothing we can't handle.""Good to hear. And the corporate att
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 142
As he finally drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of tree symbols and shadowy figures, of battles fought in the dark and secrets buried deep. He knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but he was ready.***The old man’s room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of old books and a faint trace of his favorite pipe tobacco. He sat in a leather armchair, a small, sturdy table beside him laden with documents and a vintage telephone. He had later moved from the hotel to one of House Anderson's small apartment outside of town.His driver, a tall and imposing figure, stood at attention near the door, an aura of urgency surrounding him."Sir, we’ve found the location of the Mafia boss," the driver said, his voice steady yet urgent.The old man looked up, his eyes sharp and calculating despite his age. "Is the source reliable?" he asked, his voice a gravelly murmur that conveyed both authority and caution."Yes, sir," the driver replied without hesitation. "Our informant confirmed it. T
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 143
The night was calm, and the soft hum of the city outside filtered into Paul’s bedroom, creating a serene ambiance. The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, casting a warm, golden glow over the couple snuggled in bed. Rachel, dressed in a loose singlet and biker shorts, lay nestled against Paul, who was shirtless, wearing only a pair of comfortable shorts. Their bodies were entwined under the covers, enjoying the rare, quiet moment of intimacy.Paul looked down at Rachel, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Today was quite a day,” he began, his voice a low murmur. “Ethan and I went to Quantum Dynamics. It was the first time we would be there actually. The whole attack on their stocks necessitated we checked in there.” Paul added.Rachel shifted slightly, looking up at him with interest. “How did it go?” she asked, her hand resting gently on his chest.“It was good. Ethan got a warm welcome. You should have seen how everyone just stopped what they were doing to greet him
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 144
Paul smiled, kissing her softly on the lips. “Together.”As they settled back into a comfortable silence, the weight of the day’s events gradually lifted. ***"You know," Paul murmured, his voice a soothing rumble, "it's moments like these that make everything worth it."Rachel lifted her head, her eyes meeting his. "What do you mean?"Paul smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Just being here with you. After everything, knowing we have each other... it keeps me grounded."Rachel's heart swelled at his words. She leaned up, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "I feel the same way," she whispered against his mouth.The kiss deepened, slow and gentle at first, then growing more passionate. Paul rolled over, hovering above Rachel as he kissed her with a fervor that left them both breathless. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her clothes, before coming to a halt on her already hardened nipples.Rachel's han
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 145
The world outside might be filled with challenges and uncertainties, but as long as they had each other, all was right with the world.***Jason Lockwood stood by the large window of his penthouse, the city lights flickering below. Many things ran through his head but first he had to clear his body and mind.He briefly remembered the spreadsheets and reports on his laptop. The numbers were troubling, reflecting the fallout of Ethan's latest move in their corporate war."Not tonight." He shook the thought out of his head.The soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts."Come in," he called out, his voice smooth but tinged with irritation.The door opened, and a stunning model, dressed in a sleek, black dress, stepped in. Her name was Sofia, a distraction he had arranged for the evening. Her beauty was striking, but there was no warmth in Jason's gaze as he looked at her. She was a tool, a brief escape from the pressure mounting around him."Sofia," he said, his tone flat. "Yo
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 146
The night was thick with tension as the Old Man and his driver, approached the base. The car's headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the grim structure ahead. The Old Man's mind was sharp, honed by decades of experience in battles that most would never survive. He knew tonight could be his last, but he was ready to face whatever awaited him inside."Stay outside for now," he instructed his driver, his voice a low, commanding whisper. "Be ready for anything."The driver nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Yes, sir. I'll keep watch."The Old Man stepped out of the car, his senses heightened as he approached the building. He paused at the entrance, the air around him silent and foreboding. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and slipped inside. The interior was shrouded in darkness, with only minimal light seeping through cracks in the boarded-up windows.His eyes adjusted quickly, a skill perfected over years of navigating through shadows and cha
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 147
The driver looked at the floor and saw the other two men beaten and battered on the floor in front of the Old Man.***He looked at the the Old Man with a look that said "how the hell did you do that?""Good diet and exercise, besides I'm not that old." The old Man answered the driver's thought as if he read his mind.The Old Man nodded, surveying the aftermath. Four men lay on the ground, incapacitated. The room was filled with the sounds of labored breathing and the faint hum of electrical interference from the disabled guns."Well done," the Old Man said, his voice calm and composed. "Let's secure the area and find what we came for."They moved through the building with practiced ease, checking for any additional threats and securing any valuable information they could find. The Old Man's mind was already turning to the next steps in their plan, the adrenaline of the fight blending seamlessly into the cold logic of strategy.As they knocked out all the Mafia men completely, the d
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 148
The night was calm, with only the hum of the engine breaking the silence as the old man and his driver sped down the near-deserted roads. Streetlights cast long shadows on the asphalt, flickering intermittently. Few cars passed by, their occupants likely hurrying home to the warmth and safety that awaited them. The tension in the car was reaching the roof, each man lost in his thoughts as they neared their destination.The address given by the Mafia men led them to a secluded house at the edge of the city, hidden away from prying eyes. As they approached, the old man gestured for his driver to park a considerable distance away. The house was shrouded in darkness, with only the faintest glimmer of light escaping through the curtained windows. It looked peaceful, but both men knew better than to be deceived by appearances.Stealthily, they exited the car and moved towards the house, their senses heightened. The old man took the lead, his years of experience guiding their every ste
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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
