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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 274
As soon as Paul left Ethan’s office, the heavy oak door barely had a chance to settle before it opened again. The faint click of high heels against the polished marble floors caught Ethan's attention, and he looked up to see Denera Rhodes gracefully stepping inside. She was a vision of elite beauty and power, dressed in a sleek, tailored navy dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. Her hair was swept back into an elegant updo, not a strand out of place, and a delicate diamond necklace sparkled at her neck. Everything about her appearance screamed perfection, from the subtle shimmer of her makeup to the poised confidence in her posture. She moved with the grace of someone accustomed to commanding attention, and Ethan couldn’t deny that she looked every bit the part of a high-born member of the elite.“Good morning, Ethan,” she greeted, her voice smooth and measured, though there was a hint of curiosity beneath the surface. Her eyes flicked to the door where Paul had j
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 275
The room was dim, curtains drawn to block out the afternoon sun. Gerald lay sprawled on a king-sized bed, two women nestled close to him, their bodies entwined under the soft, silk duvet that barely concealed their nakedness. The scent of perfume and sweat still lingered in the air, the remnants of the indulgence from the night before. One of the women stirred slightly in her sleep, her arm draped lazily across his chest. Gerald, caught between them, breathed steadily, lost in a deep nap.The steady buzz of his phone, vibrating against the polished wood of the nightstand, cut through the quiet. It jolted Gerald awake, his eyes squinting in the dim light. Groaning, he reached out, feeling for the phone with his hand, careful not to wake the women beside him. His fingers finally found the device, and he pulled it closer to his face, blinking away the sleep. The name "Denera" glowed on the screen.He answered with a half-muttered, “Yeah, what’s up this time?” His voice was still thick
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 276
The front door creaked open as Ethan stepped into the house, the day’s weight heavy on his shoulders. His tie was loosened, the first sign of relief after hours of meetings and pressing issues. The warm aroma of dinner wafted from the kitchen, filling the air with the comfort of home. He paused, noticing Sandra’s silhouette at the stove, her back turned to him as she hummed softly to herself.A mischievous grin crossed Ethan’s face. He crept silently toward her, making sure not to give away his presence. Step by step, he approached, careful not to alert her. When he was finally close enough, he slipped his hands over her eyes, a playful “Guess who?” escaping his lips.Sandra’s smile blossomed instantly, her laughter light and familiar. “Ethan,” she chuckled, leaning back slightly into his arms. “You’re the only one who would dare sneak up on me like that.”“You caught me,” he whispered, pulling her closer, his hands moving from her eyes to her waist. He hugged her from behind, inhal
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 277
The night was heavy with silence as Mr. Mark Dave pulled up to the underground parking garage, the headlights of his car cutting through the eerie stillness of the half-finished building. The structure loomed above him, skeletal in its incompletion, with shadows playing tricks along the concrete walls. It was the perfect place for meetings that required secrecy—an abandoned work site, isolated and forgotten, where no one ventured this late at night.Jason’s black car was already parked in the same spot it had been in during their last clandestine rendezvous. Its sleek design blended into the darkness, barely discernible if not for the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the gaps in the unfinished walls. Mark Dave could feel his heart racing in his chest as he slowly parked his car a few meters away. He scanned the area, his eyes flickering to every corner, every possible hiding spot. He was paranoid, and rightfully so. He was meeting with Jason, a man known for his rut
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 278
The first light of the morning crept through the tiny gaps in the heavy curtains, casting delicate streaks of gold across the room. The soft rays danced gently over Ethan and Sandra’s faces, stirring them from their deep sleep. The warmth of the sun’s touch nudged Ethan awake, and as his eyes fluttered open, he felt Sandra nestled beside him, her bare skin warm against his. He blinked lazily, taking in the quiet serenity of the morning, the world still silent outside their little sanctuary. Sandra stirred beside him, slowly opening her eyes to the soft light. She turned her head to look at Ethan, her face breaking into a sleepy smile."Good morning," she whispered, her voice still laced with the haze of sleep.“Good morning, beautiful,” Ethan replied, his voice low and tender as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “You always make waking up the best part of my day.”Sandra giggled, brushing her fingers lightly across his chest. “Last night was... unforgettable,” she teas
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 279
Denera sat alone in her dimly lit room, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The silence around her was thick, almost oppressive, but it suited her mood. She had a lot to think about—plans, strategies, and the next move in the intricate web of deception she was spinning. Her eyes were fixed on the wall in front of her, but her mind was far from the physical space she occupied.She leaned back into the plush cushions of the oversized armchair, her thoughts circling back to the conversation she’d had with Gerald. Her fingers absentmindedly tapped against the armrest as she replayed the moment in her head.“I want to take Jason off the board,” she had told him, her voice firm and resolute. They had been in a secluded part of Gerald’s estate, away from prying eyes. She had made her stance clear. Jason, her brother, had become a liability. A threat. He was meddling too much in affairs he had no business in—affairs that affected her life with Rhys.Gera
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 280
The wind whipped fiercely at the top of the skyscraper, carrying with it the distant hum of the bustling city below. The group of masked men stood like silent shadows, barely visible against the dark night sky. They were dressed in black from head to toe, with ninja-like masks that concealed their faces, leaving only their eyes visible. Each of them had a sleek, lethal aura, their presence melding into the deep darkness of the rooftop.From up there, the city looked almost insignificant. The streets, filled with the movement of cars, buses, and pedestrians, seemed like the flow of tiny ants, endlessly scurrying from one place to another. The occasional flash of headlights pierced the dim haze, casting brief, flickering beams across the asphalt. The towering buildings around them were like sentinels of concrete and steel, but none as tall as the one they stood on.Far below, the honks of impatient traffic, the murmurs of late-night conversations, and the distant rhythm of the city’
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 281
The private war room of the Tree Heir was a cavernous space, shrouded in shadows and illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of a solitary lamp hanging from the ceiling. Its walls were lined with old maps, strategic diagrams, and shelves filled with ancient scrolls and modern technology. The dark, polished wooden floor echoed faintly with each step, but in this moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the city outside.The Tree Heir stood by the large window that overlooked the city below. From this high vantage point, the city looked like a living organism, the streets pulsing with light and movement as people hurried about their lives. His piercing eyes, however, weren’t focused on the glowing cityscape; his mind was far away, lost in thoughts of strategy and control. His tall figure, draped in a long, flowing black robe embroidered with intricate silver designs, looked like a shadow itself—silent, imposing, and unreadable.His mind flickered with thoughts of power—plans set
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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
