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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 222
Ethan felt warmth spread through him at her gesture, but he kept his expression neutral. He stood at the head of the table, tension thick in the air, as he laid out his proposal for a vote.The others were silent, their faces showing skepticism and deep thought. He could tell that not everyone was comfortable with the idea of him being the leader, but he had expected that. It would take more than just words to win them over.Finally, Denera broke the silence, her voice sharp. “You want us to vote just to make you the leader? What makes you think you’re the best choice, Ethan? We all bring something to the table.”Ethan met her gaze steadily. “I’m not saying you don’t, Denera. But this isn’t about what we bring individually. It’s about survival. We need someone who can make the tough calls. That’s me.”“Survival, huh?” Rhys leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Sounds like you’re just grabbing at power. What makes you different from the rest of us?”Gerald frowned
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 223
The next morning, the group gathered again. The room was thick with unspoken accusations and doubts about trust. Ethan felt the tension as he walked in, but he kept his face neutral. He knew they had all spent the night scheming, trying to figure out how to position themselves as the best choice for leadership. But he wasn’t worried. He had expected this.They all took their seats around the table, the silence heavy as they waited for someone to speak. Gerald was the first to break the silence.“We’ve all had time to think about this, and it’s clear this isn’t just about popularity,” Gerald began. “This is about survival. Honestly, I don’t care who leads, as long as they can get the job done.”Rhys nodded, even though his expression was still guarded. “Agreed. But that’s the issue, isn’t it? Who can actually get the job done?”Denera leaned forward. “We all know what this is really about. It’s not just about survival, as Gerald said—it’s about power. And I’m not about to hand that ove
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 224
Jason sat in his fully furnished office, facing his computer screen. The blue glow from his computer screen cast shadows across his face. His leather chair squeaked as he leaned back, his fingers tapping the desk rhythmically as he muttered to himself. The room was messy with papers, files, and half-empty coffee cups all over the place. It had been a long night, and his obsession was taking over. He was fixated on one thing—finding out everything about Laurel.He pulled up her Facebook profile on the screen, scanning thoroughly through her pictures, posts, and comments. "Laurel," he whispered, clicking on a photo of her smiling at some fancy event. She was pretty, no doubt, with those big green eyes and a smile that could light up a room. But there was something about her that seemed off.She was too perfect, too composed—this was an organized profile made to fool people. He scrolled further, digging into her old posts."Who were you before all this?" he muttered, clicking on a photo
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 225
Her business was done.The woman stepped out of the building with a graceful poise that turned heads. Her heels clicked against the pavement with each measured and confident step. She was the great vision of class… all draped in a simple black dress that hugged her figure. What stood out more was the fabric catching the light just so and giving off a subtle shimmer. She was a head-turner even in the dark.Her hair was a sleek dark wave that framed her face—a face that was both called beautiful and wicked. She wore dark sunglasses that shielded her eyes, adding an atmosphere of mystery, but it did nothing to hide the sharpness of her gaze. The black envelope she had handed to the silly young man earlier was just a part of her day’s work—another move in a chess game she had been playing with her boss for far too long.Immediately she caught sight of the sleek black car waiting by the curb. A man she called Jackson stepped out quickly, opening the door for her with a respectful nod. This
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 226
Kenji reclined in the comfy leather chair, his fingers tapping restlessly on the armrest as he scrutinized the old man across from him. The atmosphere was thick with tension, almost suffocating as they locked eyes. The old man's proposition lingered between them like an unpleasant odor, and Kenji had no intention of making this easy.“So, let me get this straight,” Kenji started, his voice laced with sarcasm. “You want me to say that Ethan had nothing to do with human trafficking? That all the photos, the evidence, the gossip—everything—is just one big misunderstanding? And for this little favor, you’re offering me five million bucks?” He laughed derisively, shaking his head. “You must think I’m either desperate or completely clueless.”The old man’s face remained impassive. He was a veteran in these kinds of negotiations, but Kenji noticed the slight narrowing of his eyes and the barely perceptible tightening of his jaw. Kenji was getting under his skin, and that gave him a bit of sa
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 227
It had been a week since the unsettling events on the yacht, and the heavy silence that followed felt almost suffocating. Ethan Anderson was now back in the comfort of his home, grappling with the fallout from those two tragic deaths. The yacht, which once represented luxury and power, had turned into a haunting reminder of the threats that surrounded him. Although the quiet from everyone involved was somewhat comforting, Ethan knew it wouldn’t last long.The secrecy pact made by those on the yacht was only a temporary fix, driven by their fear of what Ethan might do if their roles were revealed. But he was sure the others—Geralt, Lockwood, Walton, and Rhodes—wouldn’t stay silent forever. Their quietness was probably just the calm before a storm, as they would likely look for ways to turn the situation to their advantage.Ethan was caught in a storm of frustration and determination. He had to uncover the truth behind everything, and his first step was to track down the mysterious “tre
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 228
Denera was sipping a cold beer in a quiet area of the bar. With a look of anger on her face, she stared at her phone. She had previously requested a meeting with Jason via message, but he had not responded. In an effort to detach herself from the constant worry about him, she took a sizable sip. Her brain continued to float back to Jason, and the more she paused, the more unsettled she became. The stall was faintly lit, projecting a delicate gleam over her as she tasted her beverage. A figure suddenly walked up to her and entered the booth across from her. The newcomer leaned in and whispered something to Denera, attracting her attention. “Ethan is throwing the party at his house with the press. Did you not know?Denera’s eyes widened in shock. She nearly choked on her beer, her mind racing. “What?!” she exclaimed, louder than she intended. The noise from the bar seemed to swallow her words, but her panic was clearShe quickly pulled out her phone, her fingers flying over the screen a
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 229
Sandra sat at her kitchen table, the morning light barely touching her tired eyes. Her coffee was almost gone, cold and bitter, a sign of her sleepless nights. She stared into the cup, her mind full of worry and exhaustion.The maid, a young woman with a gentle touch, quietly entered the room. She looked at Sandra with concern. “Good morning, Mrs. Sandra. You look like you haven’t slept well. Is everything okay?”Sandra sighed heavily, shaking her head as she took another sip of coffee. “It’s been one of those nights. Not work or anything, just... stalking emails, calls, letters. It’s been constant.”The maid’s eyes widened. “Stalking? That sounds awful. Do you know who’s doing it?”Sandra shook her head. “No, not yet. I’ve been trying to trace the emails and calls, but they’re coming from different places. Did you find out anything?”The maid hesitated before speaking. “I found a name that keeps coming up—Jackson. His background is pretty unclear. I couldn’t find much on him, but he
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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
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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
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
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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
