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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 282
As the heavy door of the war room shut behind the two departing generals, the Tree Heir remained standing at the window, his dark, brooding eyes still focused on the city below. The gentle hum of the city filtered through the glass, but his mind was already turning to the next phase of his plan. He had a long way to go, and the time for subtlety was nearly over.A soft knock broke the silence, and without waiting for a response, the door slowly creaked open. Kiara, his second-in-command, walked in, her long, graceful strides and regal presence filling the room. Beside her was Jackson, he was the newest in their operation. His face was calm, but his posture was tense, betraying a mix of nervousness and awe as they both bowed low before the Tree Heir.“Your Excellency,” they said in unison.Jackson, straightened up after the bow, his voice tinged with respect as he spoke. “It’s an honor to finally meet you face to face, Your Excellency. Until now, all your instructions have come throu
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 283
The soft glow of the TV lit up the room, casting a warm light across the living room where Rachel sat on the couch, legs tucked under her, a blanket draped across her lap. Her eyes were fixated on the television screen, where a beautifully orchestrated wedding was unfolding. The bride, resplendent in a lace gown, walked down the aisle to a sea of smiling faces. Rachel’s lips curled into a tender smile as she watched, her mind wandering into the world of weddings, love, and all things romantic.As the bride in the show reached the altar, the front door creaked open, and Paul stepped inside, dressed in his gym clothes, sweat still glistening on his skin. His eyes immediately fell on Rachel, sitting so peacefully on the couch, and a small smile touched his lips."How was your workout?" Rachel asked, her voice soft and warm as she briefly glanced away from the screen to meet his eyes."It was fine," Paul replied, walking over to the couch. He leaned down and gently kissed her on the fo
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 284
The bedroom was cold, its vastness echoing with a silence that felt heavier with each passing night. Denera lay on one side of the bed, the empty space next to her stretching out like a reminder of everything she had lost. She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts running in circles. Her eyes, which once sparkled with determination and fire, now carried a weariness she had never known. The absence of Rhys weighed on her heart like an anchor dragging her deeper into an emotional abyss.Another night alone.She shifted slightly under the heavy duvet, pulling it closer around her, but no matter how tightly she cocooned herself, the emptiness beside her was undeniable. There was no warmth, no steady breath of her husband lying next to her, no familiar presence that had once made her feel safe. The tension between them hadn’t subsided, and with every day that passed, the distance grew larger.Each morning was the same. She would wake up alone, go through her day with her mind elsewhere,
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