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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 271
Rhys sat in the dimly lit living room of the Rhodes mini house, a bottle of whiskey open on the small table in front of him. The light flickered slightly, casting shadows across the room as he leaned back into the worn leather chair. His mind wandered as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the sides. The house was eerily quiet—just the occasional creak of the floorboards and the distant hum of traffic outside. It had been days since he left the mansion. Days since he stormed out, unable to face the betrayal he felt after the scandal had unfolded. His mind had been spinning ever since, torn between rage and confusion. Now, sitting in solitude, those emotions festered in the silence.His phone buzzed on the table, interrupting his thoughts. Rhys glanced at it, the name “Wifey” lighting up the screen. His jaw clenched. **Denera**. It was the tenth time she had called since he left. The sight of her name triggered a swell of emotions—anger, frust
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 272
The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the bedroom. The hum of the world outside seemed to melt away as Paul and Rachel lay together in bed, their bodies intertwined beneath the cozy warmth of the blanket. Rachel had her head resting on Paul’s chest, her ear pressed against him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was her favorite sound at the end of a long day, the one thing that reminded her she was safe, no matter how chaotic things got at work.Paul gently stroked her hair, but his mind was far away. His eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. He wasn’t sure why it was so hard to plan the perfect proposal. He had bought the ring weeks ago—carefully choosing something that was as simple yet elegant as Rachel herself. But every time he thought he’d found the perfect moment to ask, he would second-guess himself. Should it be a grand gesture, or something intimate? A romantic dinner, or a spontaneous
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