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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 240
The Anderson mansion stood silent under the midnight sky, a sprawling, imposing structure drenched in darkness save for the occasional glow of dim lighting. Inside, the vast halls echoed with the sound of footsteps. Ethan Anderson wandered aimlessly through the mansion, restless and agitated. He had tossed and turned in bed for hours but found no reprieve in sleep. His mind, clouded with memories and worries, refused to quiet down. He passed through the grand living room, pausing momentarily to gaze at the lavish furnishings—the antique chairs, the Persian rugs, the priceless paintings. All these riches, yet he still couldn’t find peace. He shook his head and continued walking, his thoughts spiraling back to the events that had led him here.Ethan found himself by the tall windows, looking out at the sprawling lawn outside. His reflection stared back at him from the glass—tired, haunted. So much had changed over the years, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of loss des
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 241
The soft glow of the television illuminated the dimly lit bedroom. Paul and Rachel were nestled together under a warm blanket, the hum of Netflix providing a comforting background to their quiet evening. Rachel’s head rested gently on Paul’s shoulder, her arms loosely draped around his torso. They had spent the better part of the night like this—comfortable, intimate, and peaceful. On the screen, an action-packed scene unfolded, but Paul wasn’t paying much attention, his thoughts drifting elsewhere as he held Rachel close.As the minutes passed, the warmth of Rachel’s body and the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing grew softer, more even. Paul glanced down and saw her eyelids flutter before they finally closed, her face peaceful as sleep overtook her. A soft smile tugged at the corner of Paul’s mouth. He shifted carefully, making sure her head was supported as she sank deeper into his side.He whispered softly, "Looks like you're out for the night."He adjusted slightly, caref
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 242
The hidden room within one of the Anderson safe houses was dimly lit, the shadows playing tricks on the walls as the faint glow from a single hanging lamp flickered. The old man sat at a large wooden table, worn maps, photographs, and blueprints sprawled out before him. His grizzled hands moved with precision, placing small figurines on the map—an exact replica of the city’s layout. Every inch of the table was covered in hand-drawn symbols, arrows, and notes, a battlefield meticulously crafted in his mind.He leaned back, squinting as he surveyed his work. His sharp eyes scanned the routes, possible escape points, and ambush sites. This wasn’t just about capturing any ordinary criminal. This was about bringing down the mafia boss, a man who had evaded capture for years, lurking in the shadows, pulling strings. The old man’s lips twisted into a smirk as he envisioned the final move of his plan. He had seen men like this before in his time—untouchable, or so they thought.The door creak
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 243
The underground chamber remained cloaked in silence after the chilling laughter of the clown-masked man faded. His loyal followers still knelt before him, heads low, bodies trembling with a mixture of fear and reverence. The torches flickered, casting distorted shadows across the rough stone walls. There was a sense of foreboding that clung to the air, thick and suffocating, as if the darkness itself was listening to every word spoken.The man in the mask, still seated on his high chair, shifted slightly, his gloved fingers tapping once more on the armrest. He spoke again, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous. "The guest you mentioned—the one trying to interfere—who is he?" His tone was cold, the question hanging like a blade over the heads of his subordinates.One of the kneeling figures, a man with a thin build and shaky hands, dared to speak. "His name is… Anderson, sir. Ethan Anderson. He’s been digging into our operations, trying to connect us to the bigger moves we've mad
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 244
Denera sat in her home office, her eyes staring blankly at the scattered papers and files on the table before her. The room itself was a reflection of her current state of mind: controlled chaos. It was a medium-sized space, painted a neutral shade of beige, with a single window allowing the dim evening light to seep in, casting long shadows across the walls. In the center of the room was her sturdy mahogany desk, its surface hidden beneath a mountain of documents, reports, and a laptop with its screen dimmed. The soft ticking of a wall clock was the only sound that broke the silence, but even that was drowned out by the storm of thoughts raging in her head.The chair beneath her creaked slightly as she leaned back, her fingers brushing absentmindedly against the edge of the desk. Her mind wasn’t on the contracts, business proposals, or financial reports that lay before her. It was on her conversation with Gerald. The discussion had been brief but heavy, laden with the weight of b
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 245
The evening had settled over the Anderson mansion like a cool blanket, quiet and serene. Outside, the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the towering oak trees that surrounded the estate, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. The air was still, with only the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze to break the silence. Inside, the mansion was calm, the kind of calm that only came at the end of a long day. The grandeur of the space was ever-present, from the high ceilings adorned with chandeliers to the marble floors that gleamed beneath the dim lighting. Yet, despite its size and luxury, the mansion felt almost peaceful.Ethan Anderson descended the winding staircase with slow, deliberate steps. Dressed in a white singlet that clung tightly to his well-built frame, his muscular arms and chest were exposed, the fabric hugging his form as if it were tailor-made for him. He paired the singlet with loose shorts, giving him an air of casual confidence. His face, however
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 246
Ethan moved through the mansion’s corridors with a deliberate slowness, his bare feet making almost no sound on the cool marble floors. The shadows cast by the dimmed lights stretched across the hallway like silent sentinels, the stillness of the night wrapping itself around him. His mind kept returning to Sandra—she was in the guest room, the last place anyone had seen her. His gut told him to check on her. Something felt off, even though nothing about her absence was alarming yet. It was more of an instinctual pull, something he couldn’t quite place.The door to the guest room was slightly ajar when he arrived, a small crack of light spilling into the hallway. Ethan pushed it open with a gentle nudge, careful not to make a sound. As he stepped inside, the first thing he noticed was the biting cold that filled the room. The air conditioner was on full blast, humming softly, creating a chill that made his skin prickle. Despite the coolness, the room was serene, a sharp contrast to the
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 247
The pulse of the nightclub’s music reverberated through Jason’s chest, a rhythmic pounding that drowned out the chaos in his mind. Neon lights flashed in time with the heavy bass, casting the club in flickering hues of pink, blue, and violet. The scent of alcohol, sweat, and cigarettes mingled with the scent of expensive colognes and perfumes that clung to the patrons. It was a sea of bodies, all moving in sync with the music. The packed dance floor swayed under the flashing lights, people lost in their own worlds of indulgence. Jason, however, remained hyper-aware. Even with the two women dancing close, their bodies pressed against him in tight, revealing dresses, his mind was not fully in the moment.He was with the woman in silver, who danced with a sensual fluidity, and the woman in red, whose hand draped loosely around his neck as she moved in rhythm with the beat. The energy of the night surged through him, his grip firm around the bottle of whiskey he had lifted from a passing
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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
