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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 158
Ethan’s car rolled to a stop in a cloud of dust, the engine's rumble dissipating into the warm morning air. The monument project site was a hive of activity, with workers bustling around, the clatter of tools and hum of machinery forming a symphony of progress. Paul quickly got down from the driver’s seat and open the door for Ethan, who stepped out of the sleek black sedan, adjusting his sunglasses against the glare of the sun. He was immediately followed by Anthony, a sharp-dressed young man with a determined expression. Anthony was Sandra's new personal assistant, assigned specifically to the monument project, and this was his first on-site visit.The project site, once a barren expanse of dirt and debris, was now transforming into a symbol of resilience and community. The skeletal framework of the monument rose majestically in the center, surrounded by scaffolding. Around it, workers moved with purpose, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. The air was th
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 159
The Tree Mansion, with its ornate carvings of ancient symbols and the grand tree insignia on the gigantic front door, was a hive of activity. The hall was bustling with men moving briskly, gearing up for an imminent assault. The air was thick with the scent of oil and metal, mingling with the tension that crackled like static electricity.Weapons of all kinds were laid out on long tables: sleek assault rifles with high-capacity magazines, shotguns with serrated barrels, and handguns with customized grips. There were crates of ammunition, meticulously sorted into types and calibers, along with grenades, flashbangs, and other tactical explosives. Body armor vests were stacked neatly, and night-vision goggles, communication devices, and combat knives were being checked and rechecked by the operatives.In one corner of the mansion, away from the frenetic preparations, the mysterious man sat in his dimly lit bedroom. His demeanor was calm, almost detached, as if the chaos outside the d
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 160
Denera arrived at the imposing gates of Lockwood Mansion, her eyes briefly taking in the grandeur of the estate before heading up the winding path to the entrance. The mansion's facade, with its Gothic architecture and intricate stone carvings, loomed ahead as she climbed the stairs. She moved with purpose, her heels clicking against the marble floor, echoing in the stillness of the night.As she neared the upper floor, a distinct sound began to permeate the air. It started faintly, but with each step she took, it grew louder and more unmistakable—the rhythmic clapping of flesh and the unmistakable moans of pleasure. Denera sighed deeply, rolling her eyes at the predictability of her brother’s antics. She continued her ascent, the sounds now nearly overwhelming as she approached the door at the end of the hallway. The ornate wooden door, carved with the Lockwood family crest, did little to muffle the activity within. Denera took a moment, her hand poised on the doorknob, steelin
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 161
Gerald wandered around his mansion, clad in comfortable clothes and a pair of shorts. His well-built figure was relaxed, a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. The luxurious setting of his home was dimly lit, creating a serene ambiance. He sipped his whiskey and took a long drag from his cigar, savoring the quiet moments of solitude.As he walked past the grand windows, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He paused, irritation flashing across his face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the device and glanced at the caller ID. "Denera," he muttered, sighing heavily. He brought the phone to his ear and answered.“Denera,” he greeted, trying to keep his tone neutral.“Gerald, we need to talk,” Denera’s voice was sharp and impatient. “When is the second stage of our plan commencing? We can’t afford to wait any longer.”Gerald rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his drink before responding. “Denera, you need to relax. Timing is crucial here. We can’t rush this.”“Relax? Ger
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 162
Alex sat in his car, parked in front of a nondescript local diner, the scent of frying bacon and coffee wafting through the open window. The neon lights flickered above, casting an intermittent glow on the rain-slicked street. The early evening was quiet, too quiet for his liking. Alex adjusted his position in the driver's seat, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of movement. He couldn’t afford another slip-up like the one that had left him bruised and unconscious in an alleyway, courtesy of Jackson.He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a worn leather notebook. Flipping through the pages, he reviewed his notes, scribblings, and observations. Each entry detailed Ethan’s movements, his meetings, and his associations. Alex’s hatred for Ethan burned anew with every word he read. Ethan had everything Alex once had—and more. Wealth, power, and the love of a woman Alex had lost. His motivation to ruin Ethan’s life was a dark fire that fueled his every m
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 163
Rhys sat at his mahogany desk, fingers flying over the keys of his laptop as he addressed the urgent matters demanding his personal attention. The dim light from the desk lamp cast a soft glow over the room, illuminating stacks of papers and books scattered around. The intensity of his focus was evident even to the blind; his brows were furrowed in concentration as he worked through the documents on the screen.Without looking up, he responded to the soft knock on the door, “I’m busy. I don’t want to be disturbed.”A familiar female voice replied, laced with a hint of amusement, “Even for your beloved wife?”His head snapped up immediately, eyes widening in surprise as he saw Denera standing in the doorway. She was a vision in a sleek, emerald-green dress that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the office lights. The dress had a plunging neckline and a slit that ran up to her thigh, revealing her toned legs. Her dark hair was styled in loose waves that framed her fac
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 164
Jackson stood in the middle of the old abandoned warehouse he had transformed into a makeshift home and gym. The cavernous space echoed with the clanging of weights and the rhythmic thud of his fists hitting a worn punching bag. Various pieces of scrap metal and discarded machinery littered the area, repurposed as exercise equipment. His muscles glistened with sweat, and his breaths came in steady, controlled bursts as he pushed his body to its limits.Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the warehouse, broken only by the distant drip of water. Jackson, lost in his workout, didn’t notice the three masked men creeping through the shadows. They moved with practiced stealth, their dark clothing blending seamlessly into the dimly lit environment. The men circled Jackson, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. They kept him in the center, each step bringing them closer. Jackson’s instincts kicked in, and he spun around, eyes narrowing as he took in the intruders.
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 165
The city’s only female prison loomed on the outskirts, a grim fortress of gray stone and steel. The exterior was a bleak testament to its purpose, with high, barbed-wire-topped walls stretching around the perimeter. Guard towers punctuated the corners, each manned by vigilant officers with watchful eyes scanning for any sign of disturbance. The main gate, an imposing iron barrier, stood as the sole entrance and exit, guarded by a team of armed personnel.Inside the walls, the atmosphere was no less oppressive. The corridors were narrow and cold, lined with reinforced steel doors that led to cramped cells. Each cell housed two inmates, their lives confined to a space barely big enough for two single beds and a small, shared toilet. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint, ever-present odor of sweat and despair.The central hall, where the prisoners gathered for meals and recreational time, was slightly more open but just as dreary. Long tables and benches fi
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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
