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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 248
Jason entered the club again, his eyes immediately finding the two girls he had been dancing with earlier. The thumping bass of the music seemed to match his heartbeat as he weaved through the crowd, moving past tables cluttered with half-empty glasses and spilled liquor. The lights, neon and pulsing, reflected off the sweat-soaked bodies that gyrated to the beat on the dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, perfume, and a haze of smoke, giving the club an almost intoxicating atmosphere.The two girls saw him coming and giggled, their movements still fluid from the hours spent dancing. They were dressed in barely-there outfits, each piece of fabric clinging to their bodies and leaving little to the imagination. Jason flashed them a grin, his confidence amplified by the alcohol and the attention he was receiving. "It's time to go," Jason said, his voice low, but commanding. The girls pouted for a moment but shrugged it off, knowing the night wasn’t over yet.Jason g
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