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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 205
Ethan paced the length of his luxurious cabin, his thoughts spiraling as he tried to piece together the events of the last few hours. The yacht, once a symbol of his control and power, now felt like a trap closing in on him. The news of a spy infiltrating their midst had been bad enough, but the idea that there was a larger, more sinister plot in motion—one that targeted the vault—was pushing him to the edge of paranoia. His mind raced through every possibility, every contingency, as he tried to figure out who could be behind this and how they had managed to slip through his defenses. He clenched his fists, frustration boiling within him. The vault was more than just a repository of wealth; it was a symbol of everything he had worked for. The thought of someone, anyone, trying to breach it made his blood run cold. As he continued to pace, the door to the room quietly opened, and Sandra slipped inside. She moved with an elegance that seemed out of place amidst the tension thickeni
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 206
The room was dimly lit, with only the glow from multiple monitors casting eerie shadows on the walls. The Tree Mansion heir sat in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched the live feeds streaming in from various locations. His men were executing the assaults with precision, chaos erupting across the city as planned. Each calculated move, each explosion, and every scream of panic filled him with a dark satisfaction. The results were exactly what he had hoped for—disorder and fear spreading like wildfire.He leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand as the images flickered on the screens before him. The monitors displayed different scenes of havoc: one team had taken control of an industrial facility, another had set fire to a rival's headquarters, and the third had successfully eliminated key targets. Everything was going according to plan. For a moment, he allowed himself to revel in the destruction he had unleashed. This was the culmi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 207
Laurel sat on the cold, concrete floor of her cell, her back pressed against the rough wall. The dim light that flickered weakly from the bulb above cast eerie shadows across the small, claustrophobic space. It was night, though the darkness in this place never truly lifted, not even during the day. Time had lost its meaning here, the hours blending together into an endless gray haze.The stench of damp and mildew hung in the air, mixing with the pungent odor of unwashed bodies and the faint, sour scent of despair. The thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders did little to ward off the chill that seemed to seep up from the very bones of the building. Laurel’s fingers were numb from the cold, and she clenched them into fists, trying to bring some warmth back to her hands.The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, a slow, deliberate march that sent a shiver down her spine. She tensed, her breath catching in her throat. The guards here were not known for their kindness. They wi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 208
The room seemed to split into two for a split second. There was the first part where the old man's words hung on the air like a death sentence, and there were the rest who were frozen.The old man noticed.It was quite unfortunate for Kenji, whose men seemed to be in a dilemma. His men, who had been so loyal and unmoved before, now looked at their boss with an unsettling hunger in their eyes. To them, five million dollars was no small sum. He knew what the old man was doing by suddenly testing their loyalty with greed.Who would resist five million?Kenji realized it a bit too late. His confident smirk faltered just a little, and his eyes darted between the men surrounding him. He couldn't believe they were seriously considering this. This was the brotherhood! How dare they contemplate him for money? These thoughts made Kenji lash out unintelligibly.“Are you idiots seriously considering this?” he barked out. His voice was laced with disbelief as he glared at his men. “Seriously?” No
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 209
Disheveled, Kenji whipped out his gun, firing a warning shot into the air. “Back off!” he screamed, trying to assert his control over his men, but the sound of the gunshot only fueled the frenzy. His men were beyond reason now, driven by the promise of five million US dollars.Another man, smaller but quicker, darted in from the side, aiming a knife at Kenji’s ribs. Kenji twisted just in time to stop the blade from slicing him like a pizza. The blade sliced through the air where his body had been a moment before. “You bastard!” He yelled, shoving the attacker away. That sent him crashing into a table that broke into pieces under the impact.On the other hand, the old man shook his head at Kenji’’s dilemma. There were too many of them motivated by the money, and Kenji knew he was in deep trouble. They were out for his flesh and blood. He backed toward the door, his gun trained on the advancing men, but he could see they were ready to risk everything for that reward. Bloodlust had taken
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 210
The cold night air hit him, offering temporary relief from the internal heat he was feeling. He paused for a moment to catch his breath. “Think, think, think, Kenji!” He needed to think to figure out his next move. He couldn’t go back. To him, the old man had turned his men against him, and now there was a price on his head.But Kenji had always prided himself on being a survivor. He had clawed his way to the top of the Yakuza underworld through mercilessness and ruthlessness. He didn't take the world for granted by being kind, and he didn't think he wasn’t about to be taken down by a bunch of greedy fools. He checked his gun—only two bullets left. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.He's certainly retained one for the old man. Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the alley, causing Kenji to tense up. Instantly, he swung around to see two of the traitors coming after him. There was Jobe and one other person. And boy! Their faces were set on getting that money. They weren’t going to gi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 211
Somewhere across the sea...The thick atmosphere hadn't lessened one bit. Ethan and his closest guards were still staring at the man who disguised himself as a maid. The guests around them had fallen silent. Their earlier panic was replaced by a watchfulness—they wanted to know if he was the one who murdered the girl and stole her identity.Rachel was still holding the wig, her hand trembling slightly as she stared at the man’s face. It was getting worse, smeared with makeup and sweat.Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “I asked you a question. Who are you, and why are you here?”The man, now visibly shaking, didn’t respond. He seemed to be weighing his options; his eyes carefully darted around the room as if searching for an escape route. But there were none. Sandra rolled her eyes as she gave Ethan a silent look. It meant 'this person is dumb'.The others were positioned in their own ways too—Gerald stood beside him, towering and making sure he kept on sweating, while Rachel and Paul flanked Et
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 212
It would buy him some time.Before he could respond, another guest, surely a crewman with a thick beard, decided to chime in. “Or we could just lock him in one of the storage rooms. He can’t cause trouble there. But he can eat the food in the kitchen, grab a knife, and set himself free.”Ethan sighed when the suggestions kept coming. Each suggestion was more creative than the last as the guests debated what to do with the intruder. Some wanted to beat the truth out of him, while others favored a more measured approach. But through it all, Ethan remained quiet, his mind working through the possibilities of all their suggestions.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ethan held up his hand, silencing the room. “Enough,” he said, his voice cutting through the chatter. “We’re not throwing him overboard, and we’re not locking him in a storage room. We’ll tie him up in the kitchen, as Pal suggested. But no one is to touch him until we’ve had a chance to question him properly.”Sandra 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
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
