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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 176
###Jason seethed with anger after hanging up with Denera. He slammed his phone down, burning with sheer bitterness and hatred.They were all directed toward one thing: failure. It wasn’t just the phone call that had enraged him; it was the constant feeling of being belittled and used. Denera was his younger sister, and despite being the head of their House, she had always been the best. To the extent that at some point, she was seen by the rest of the family as a candidate for the next heir.Unlikely, but not impossible. She had always schemed an opportunity to treat him like a pawn, a mere errand boy in her grand schemes. Every time something went wrong, it was Jason who had to clean up the mess, while Denera got all the glory.Jason was the perfect heir in every sense, but no one wanted to see it except him. “Always me,” he muttered under his breath, pacing his cluttered office. He glared at the counterfeit documents his sister wanted with malice. “Always the one to blame. Doe
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 177
Yesterday, away from the eyes of others, Ethan called Rachel and Paul for a quick strategy meeting. They gathered in a small conference room, away from everyone else. Ethan leaned forward, his eyes intense."Listen carefully," he said. "I need you both to act like you were careless. Make it seem like you left the office in a mess and that an important document is missing. This will distract everyone and make the main suspect think everything is normal."Rachel and Paul looked at each other nervously but nodded."What’s happened is serious," Ethan continued. "We need to make sure everyone focuses on our mistakes, not on anyone else. We can't afford any errors."As they left the room, the tension was thick. Rachel felt uneasy, knowing she had to play her part in this plan. Paul, usually calm, looked visibly anxious.Meanwhile, at the press conference, Ethan spoke to the media smoothly. The crowd reacted with sympathy and support, strengthening Ethan's position. But behind the scenes,
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 178
Ethan's eyes widened. "Sean? Our Sean? Wow, that's... unexpected." Sean, the bully… Ethan would never have seen that coming. Rebecca nodded. "Yes, but things haven't been smooth. Sean's had a rough time. He lost a lot after the stocks crashed, and he's been struggling to find something stable. It’s been hard on both of us."Ethan's brow furrowed, but he didn't care. "I'm sorry to hear that. What about Shen? How's she doing?"Rebecca sighed. "Shen’s been through a lot too. She's battling some personal demons, and it’s been tough. The stocks crashed, and… she's in and out of therapy, trying to get her life back on track."Ethan felt a pang of guilt. Here he was, surrounded by success and fame, while his old classmates were struggling. They brought it upon themselves anyway. If only they were kind to him then… “Is there anything I can do to help?" he offered half-heartedly.Rebecca raised her hands, shaking her head vigorously. It was as if Ethan had offered leprosy to her. "No, but th
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 179
“You were seen with a minor named…”Ethan finally grabbed the mic. “Hold on.”The reporter refused to listen and was about to continue when Ethan gave the nod again, and Rachel signaled the media team to unplug the microphone from the reporter. The reporter continued shouting until he was surrounded by five bodyguards who were unforgiving.His mouth clamped shut then, and murmurs filled the hall as to what the hell was going on. Ethan's heart already went into an overdrive, beating furiously and wondering why this reporter would be paid to say this.How had they gotten this information? He thought the old man was on it. Ethan got up, walking towards the reporter, who had nowhere to escape. He yanked his ID card off his neck to check if he was really a reporter. “DN…” Ethan read immediately. “You are determined to be my enemy, isn't that so?” With that, he raised the ID card. “This man is an imposter! He is not affiliated with any TV station and is here to defame me!”The murmurings
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 180
Unfortunately for Ethan, the news of the misconduct in the press hall spread far and wide. It spiraled out of Ethan's control, and no matter how much he called and yelled, an article came out in the newspaper the next morning.---The sun had just risen, streaming through the large window, when Ethan, still in his pajamas, walked into his study, yawning. He had barely slept through the night. How could he?How could he sleep when the press was bent on making his life miserable? The previous day had been filled with chaos, and even his dreams were haunted. The dark bags under his eyes were clear as he sat down.All he wanted was a cup of coffee to keep him awake. Staring at the big black clock, he planned to get to the office by 10:00 a.m. The fire had given him a good excuse to stay home.Whoever started that fire did him a huge favor.Or he could just stay home. If only he could...The old man wasn't here to take his place, like other times. Ethan sighed heavily. He missed the old ma
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 181
Everyone's eyes were on the old man. He felt a chill run down his spine. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's him!"The crowd parted, and a tall, muscular man stepped forward. He had a menacing look in his eyes. "You're not going anywhere," the man growled.The old man tried to stay calm. "I think there's been a mistake," he said, his voice steady."No mistake," the man replied, pulling out a knife. "We know why you're here."The old man took a step back, realizing it was a trap. The people who had been dancing moments ago were now closing in on him, their faces cold and hard."Get him!" the man with the knife yelled. The crowd surged forward.The old man turned and ran, pushing his way through the mob. He could hear their footsteps behind him, feel the heat of their breath on his neck. He darted through the hot club, searching for an exit."You won't escape!" someone shouted. A chair flew past his head, smashing into the wall. The old man ducked and kept moving, his heart pounding in his
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 182
Ethan sat in his study, the room dimly lit by the soft allure of the table lamp. The heavy curtains were drawn, blocking the city lights outside. The scent of rich leather from his armchair mingled with the scent of the fine gin he was sipping. When he swirled the glass, the ice cubes clinked, offering a small comfort in the silence. The room was silent except for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.He had them changed recently for his peace of mind. The walls were lined with dark wood paneling, and the only light came from a flickering fire in the fireplace. Ethan’s gaze was fixed on the article spread out on the table in front of him. It detailed his confrontation with the reporter, a piece that Sandra had dismissed too lightly.However, the quiet was broken by the sudden ring of his phone. The sharp sound jolted Ethan from his thoughts. The screen showed the old man's name, and Ethan answered quickly.He grabbed the phone with both hands.The first thing he heard fr
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 183
Jason smirked at a young woman across the bar. He had been trying to get her attention for weeks, and now, finally, she had smiled at him. He stood up, ready to approach her, but then he saw something unexpected.Rhys.Jason froze, watching as Rhys talked with a woman by his side. Despite the woman’s efforts—smiling, giggling, and trying to feed him grapes—Rhys refused or spat them out.Jason saw the woman’s frustration grow. He could see her lips move as she gently scolded Rhys.“What’s wrong? Tell me, darling, and I’ll make it better.” The woman rubbed Rhys’s shoulders, trying to get his attention.Jason, focused on the scene, forgot about the woman he had been eyeing. All he could think about was how to capture this moment and use it to hurt his sister.---Rhys looked up and saw Jason approaching. He was familiar with Jason’s antics—his brother-in-law always had a smug attitude. Jason was the narcissistic, blond, and egoistic type. Rhys knew him well from their past encounters a
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
