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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 263
Sandra sat on the edge of the large, intricately carved bed, her hands resting in her lap as she gazed out of the window. The soft rays of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She had finally regained some of her composure and strength after the harrowing few days of dealing with threats, fear, and anxiety. Her mind, however, remained restless, turning over the puzzle of the threats she'd received—threats linked to her connection with Ethan, but also tied to her family’s legacy.Her thoughts were a tangled web of possibilities, fear, and unanswered questions. Why were they coming after her now? Was it merely because of Ethan’s position, or was there something deeper, something rooted in her parents’ past? She felt a dull headache form as the pieces refused to align.Suddenly, the quiet creak of the door broke her focus. She turned her head just in time to see Ethan step into the room. Despite a long and stressful day, he still looked as
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 264
Jason Lockwood's office was an imposing space, reflecting the family's wealth and influence. The glass walls framed the city skyline, a vast testament to the empire they controlled. The minimalist furniture was all sharp lines and polished metal, and the air inside was crisp, like the room had its own atmosphere—cold and calculated, much like Jason himself. He sat behind his large oak desk, his fingers drumming lightly against its surface as he stared at the door. He had received word that Denera, his sister, was coming to visit. That alone put him on edge. Denera didn't just drop by unannounced. If she was here, it was for a reason. The door buzzed open as Denera arrived, but before she could enter his office, she was met with two security guards. One of them, a tall man in a tailored black suit, stepped forward, holding up a scanning device. Without a word, he began checking her for any concealed weapons or dangerous items. Denera rolled her eyes as she stood there, arms stret
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 265
The late evening sun cast long, slanted shadows over the Anderson safe house, a fortress hidden deep in the mountains. The compound itself was surrounded by high walls, its perimeter lined with guards armed to the teeth. Inside, the air was thick with the sound of grunts, fists hitting pads, and the crack of wood against flesh. The men of the Anderson clan were in the middle of their evening training session, a rigorous affair that left even the most seasoned fighters gasping for breath.Overseeing it all was the old man, Anderson’s number one human armor. He stood shirtless except for a black singlet that clung to his broad, scarred chest, a silent testament to decades of battle. His skin was toughened like leather, littered with marks, stitches, and faded bruises—reminders of old wounds that hadn’t quite healed but had made him stronger. The old man’s sharp eyes scanned the fighters as they trained under his watchful gaze.His presence commanded respect without words. The men kne
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 266
The room was a study in darkness. Black velvet curtains hung heavily over the tall windows, blocking out any glimpse of light from the outside world. The walls were painted in an inky black, with gothic patterns embossed in silver winding their way along the edges like crawling vines. The floor was made of black marble, polished to such a shine that it reflected the dim glow from the few candles scattered around the room, flickering softly. Gothic chandeliers, wrought in iron and adorned with skull-like designs, hung from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows over the room.At the far corner, beneath the high-arched ceiling, sat the woman known only as the second-in-command. Her figure was imposing even in the stillness. Dressed entirely in black, her long, raven hair fell down her back in sharp contrast against her pale skin. In her hand, she held a sleek, curved knife that gleamed in the candlelight. She worked on sharpening the blade with slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 267
The prison was a labyrinth of concrete and steel, cold and unyielding. Laurel had been inside long enough to know the rhythm of the place, the patterns that governed its days. The sound of heavy doors slamming shut, the echo of footsteps in long, dimly lit corridors, and the murmurs of guarded conversations filled the air. The walls, marked with the wear of time, held secrets and stories—none of which could ever be told freely.Mornings began with a harsh clang, the sound of metal striking metal as the guards banged on the cell bars. Laurel rose from her bunk, her body stiff from another night on the hard mattress. The dim light from the small, barred window barely reached her, but she had grown used to the darkness. She stood, stretching her arms, her muscles tense, and prepared for another day of surviving.The mess hall was always tense—a boiling pot of emotions just waiting to overflow. As Laurel moved through the line, eyes followed her. She was used to it by now. In prison,
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 268
The warehouse stood like a forgotten giant on the outskirts of the city, its skeletal structure bathed in the dim glow of a dying sunset. The air was thick with dust and silence, the kind of silence that felt alive, pressing down like an unseen force. The building had been abandoned for years, but for Alex, it was anything but forgotten. He had been there before, months ago, when he had faced Jackson—a memory that still sent a shiver down his spine.Now, Alex found himself pacing the cold, cracked concrete floors, scanning the shadows of the warehouse as if searching for something lost or hidden. The place smelled of rust and old oil, the remnants of a past life. The corners were littered with debris, twisted metal, and broken crates, but none of it mattered. There was something else here, something buried beneath the layers of neglect, something that gnawed at the edges of his memory.His footsteps echoed faintly in the cavernous space as he moved deeper into the building, his ey
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 269
The Majestic Skies building towered over the city like a gleaming monument of power and success. Inside its walls, the hum of productivity was constant, with every department moving seamlessly in the symphony of business. Phones rang, keyboards clicked, and the occasional murmur of hurried conversation floated through the air. The sleek glass windows reflected the sunlight, casting bright patterns on the marble floors, while employees in tailored suits briskly walked from one meeting to the next. Rachel sat at her desk on the upper floor, surrounded by the soft glow of her computer screen. Papers and documents were neatly arranged in piles around her, evidence of the workload she was currently drowning in. But her mind wasn’t on the tasks in front of her—not today. Her gaze was fixed across the open floor, watching a particular figure.Mr. Mark Dave. A senior board member. One of Ethan Anderson’s closest associates—or so it seemed. He was a man who always looked polished, his appe
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 270
Ethan Anderson stepped out of his sleek black car and took a deep breath as he stood before the Monument Project site. It had been months since he had last visited the place, his attention diverted by the whirlwind of personal and business issues that had kept him tied up elsewhere. Yet, despite his absence, the project had continued to grow—something he was both relieved and pleased to see.Before him stood what could only be described as a colossal structure, a future landmark designed to redefine the skyline. The massive framework loomed high into the air, already seventy percent completed. Cranes swung overhead, towering like mechanical giants, while state-of-the-art machinery roared as workers operated them with precision. Steel beams crisscrossed the open sky like the bones of a giant skeleton, and scaffolding covered most of the surface, providing access to the construction workers who tirelessly hammered, welded, and drilled their way towards completion. The ground beneat
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