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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 255
The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the Rhodes mini house, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floors. This particular house, one of many the Rhodes family had built across the city and country, was Rhys’ refuge. Though modest compared to the grand estate that was their primary residence, this place held a special significance. He had always been fond of it, remembering how his parents would bring him here when he was a boy. Back then, it was a retreat from the pressures of the outside world—a sanctuary. But today, the house felt different. It felt suffocating, as though the walls themselves were closing in on him. Rhys paced up and down the living room, the heavy silence of the house broken only by the sound of his footsteps. His mind was spinning, replaying the events of that fateful day over and over again. The image of Jason standing there, his face a mask of calm as he exposed Denera’s treachery, was seared into Rhys’ mind. Jason hadn’t rais
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 255
The room was dimly lit, a small lamp casting long shadows across the aged furniture and weathered walls of the Anderson safe house. The old man sat on the edge of his bed, his back hunched with the weight of years and the burden of an elusive victory. The Anderson family had been moving him from one safe house to another, constantly evading the enemy. This particular house was the fourth in the last month, and despite the precautions, he could feel the threat of danger tightening its grip.Sleep had become a distant memory. No matter how hard he tried, his mind would not let him rest. The mission, the stakes, the people he had trusted—it all swirled in his head like a relentless storm. He had thought he had sealed the deal with Kenji, the supposed key to their success. Kenji had all but assured him that he would deliver. But now, Kenji had vanished. Gone without a trace.The old man clenched his fists, his knuckles white against the dark fabric of his sleeves. “No. He wasn’t the re
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 256
The underground lair of the mafia boss was a hidden fortress, built in the most secluded corners of the city. It was a place where only the most trusted knew of its existence, deep beneath the surface, concealed by layers of deception. The entrance, a nondescript warehouse door above ground, led to a staircase that wound down into the dark, labyrinthine bowels of the criminal empire. Once inside, the air became heavy, thick with the scent of leather, gunpowder, and the unmistakable stench of raw power.The lair itself was a sprawling maze of rooms and corridors, each more dangerous than the last. Every corner of the building told a story of wealth and violence—bundles of money stacked carelessly on tables, some half-burnt as if discarded after a rushed deal.Weapons of every kind mounted on the walls like trophies of war. Pistols, assault rifles, machetes, even rocket launchers—all gleaming under the dim, flickering lights. It was an armory for an army of outlaws.The deeper one ven
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 257
The Tree Mansion was an imposing structure, towering over the lush green hills, its grandeur overshadowed only by the dark secrets it housed. Since the failure of the yacht mission, the mansion had become a hive of frenetic activity. The once-quiet halls were filled with the sounds of hurried footsteps, clinking weapons, and hushed conversations. Servants rushed back and forth, carrying out orders with a sense of urgency that was not far fetched. The tension in the air was thick, hanging over everyone like an invisible storm cloud, ready to burst at any moment.Everywhere you looked, people were busy. Some were checking equipment, sharpening blades, or discussing strategy in low voices. Others were pouring over maps and blueprints, adjusting plans to ensure that the next mission wouldn’t end in disaster like the last one. There was no room for error anymore. The Tree Mansion’s heir had made that clear.Amongst this chaos, the lady who had once handed Alex the card—the card that hel
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 258
The dim light flickered in Alex's makeshift room, casting long shadows against the worn walls. The room wasn’t much—just a small space with a tattered mattress on the floor, a cracked mirror, and an old wooden chair pushed up against a creaky table cluttered with supplies. It was a far cry from the lavish accommodations of the elite, but it served its purpose. This was where he had been recovering, nursing wounds that hadn’t fully healed yet.Alex winced as he applied more antiseptic to the bruised area just below his ribs, feeling the sting bite into him. He wasn’t as bad as last time—no broken ribs, no dislocated joints—but the gashes and bruises told the story of his most recent fight. A fight he had barely survived. His body was tough, but even he had his limits. As he bandaged the wound, tightening the cloth around his torso, his thoughts drifted to the one person he couldn’t stop thinking about: Laurel.The thought of Laurel never left his mind. She was a constant presence in
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 259
Jason sat at his expansive desk in his sleek, modern office. The room was a pristine reflection of his personality—minimalist, cold, and precise. Every surface gleamed, and not a single item was out of place. Tall glass windows provided a view of the city skyline, but the view didn’t matter much to him today. His focus was entirely on the glowing screen in front of him. Jason was still searching for Laurel, trying to follow through on the deal he made with Alex. A deal that could be the key to bringing down his greatest rival—Ethan.The office was silent except for the faint hum of the computer and the occasional clicking of Jason’s keyboard. His mind raced as he sifted through data, pulling at threads, digging deeper into the city’s underground network. If there was even the slightest clue about Laurel’s whereabouts, he was determined to find it. He had to. Not just to fulfill his promise to Alex, but because Alex had something valuable—something that Jason needed to complete his
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 260
Ethan Anderson sat in his sleek, spacious office on the top floor of Majestic Skies’ headquarters, the sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The atmosphere was unusually calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted after the yacht incident. The event had left ripples across the city’s elite, and Ethan needed to take control of the narrative before things spiraled further. He had called a brief meeting with two of his most trusted allies—Paul, his loyal right-hand man, and Rachel, his brilliant but often overworked secretary.He leaned back in his leather chair, glancing at his watch. Right on time, Rachel walked in, followed closely by Paul. Rachel, as always, was sharply dressed, her suit crisp and her hair pulled back into a neat bun. She exuded competence and confidence. Paul, on the other hand, looked slightly more reserved than usual. His typical calm demeanor seemed somewhat rattled, though h
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 261
Gerald paced back and forth in the dimly lit, hidden chambers of his sprawling mansion. His footsteps echoed in the confined space, his usually confident demeanor replaced with the rare sign of uncertainty. The walls, lined with ancient artifacts and old maps of the Geralt empire, felt as though they were closing in on him. Despite his outward appearance of control, the recent actions of those around him had left him more confused and unsettled than he’d like to admit.He stopped in front of a large, ornate mirror that dominated one wall, staring at his reflection. His sharp, angular face, usually a mask of calm and precision, now showed faint traces of frustration. "I need to think," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. "I can't let this spiral out of control."His thoughts drifted to Denera. She was a necessary piece on his chessboard—a vital player in his grand scheme to take over the monument project from Ethan and position himself as the House
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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
