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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 285
The Majestic Skies building was buzzing with life. People were moving through the sleek, modern halls, exchanging pleasantries or rushing between meetings, their shoes echoing softly on the polished floors. The building’s towering glass walls allowed sunlight to stream in, casting a radiant glow on the bustling activity inside. It was a corporate hive, with everyone busy at their stations, handling tasks with precision and efficiency.In the midst of this activity, Rachel sat at her desk, but her attention wasn’t on her work. Instead, her eyes were trained on Mr. Mark Dave. He moved through the building like he owned the place, his every step exuding confidence. After all, he was a high-ranking board member, respected and admired by many, with a reputation for getting things done. Who would ever suspect him of anything questionable? But Rachel knew better, and today, she was watching him like a hawk.At the far end of the hall, Paul stood near the elevators, seemingly occupied wit
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 286
Denera sat in the dimly lit room, a half-empty glass of liquor in her hand, its amber contents catching the faint glow of the overhead lamp. She took occasional sips, her lips brushing the rim of the glass, but the burn of the alcohol did little to numb her racing thoughts. The silence of the room was oppressive, broken only by the faint clink of the glass as she set it down on the table beside her. Rhys’s words haunted her, echoing in her mind with a cruel persistence: *“I need time to myself.”* No matter how much she drank, no matter how hard she tried to push those words away, they clung to her, refusing to be drowned out. She clenched her jaw, gripping the glass tighter in frustration.“Damn you, Jason,” she muttered under her breath, her voice low but venomous.It was Jason who had caused this. Jason, her brother, whose reckless actions had shattered her marriage and driven a wedge between her and the one person she could truly call her partner. Rhys wasn’t blameless—he had
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 287
The evening air was cool, carrying the faint scent of the ocean. Ethan stood on the balcony, his arms resting on the iron railing, gazing out at the city skyline. The lights from the towering buildings flickered like distant stars, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below. He wore a black singlet that hugged his well-toned chest and shorts that reached just above his knees. His eyes, however, were far away, locked in deep contemplation as the gentle breeze brushed against his skin.Behind him, Sandra silently approached, her steps soft and deliberate. She wore a dangerously short, seductive lingerie that clung to her curves. The delicate lace and satin shimmered under the faint light from the balcony’s lamps, accentuating her figure. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Ethan’s waist, resting her cheek against the warmth of his back. The intimacy of the moment, her body pressed close to his, momentarily pulled him out of his thoughts.“What’s on your mind?” she
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 288
The deep hum of engines broke through the stillness of the night as a five-truck convoy sped down an isolated road. Their headlights pierced the darkness, casting fleeting beams of light on the twisted trees lining either side of the road. In the middle truck sat the old man, his sharp eyes scanning the empty landscape through the tinted windows. The world outside was silent, except for the low growl of the vehicles and the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind swept through the night. He leaned against the window, his weathered face reflecting in the glass as he gazed out, his thoughts heavy, miles away.It was nearing midnight, the perfect time for a discreet relocation. The old man’s men had learned long ago that they could not afford to be careless. Moving in the dead of night had become a necessary tactic in their war of shadows, a way to stay one step ahead of those hunting them. He was a man of many years, his body worn but his mind sharp as ever. His hands rested on hi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 289
The Lockwood family company had always exuded an air of cold precision. The vast halls, glass walls, and the hum of machines working behind the scenes mirrored the razor-sharp nature of the people who ran it. The empire was built on secrets, deals, and ruthless power plays, and at the heart of it sat Jason, the calculating architect of it all. Inside his sleek office, the ambiance was sterile, almost clinical. The high-tech desk, the minimalist decor, and the towering windows overlooking the city below—it was all a reflection of his mind. Organized, calculated, and always a few steps ahead.Jason was on the phone, his voice steady and controlled as he spoke. “Keep me posted with every single detail, no matter how small,” he said, his tone final. He listened briefly, nodding in approval, before ending the call with a flick of his hand. He turned back toward the door just as it swung open, revealing Alex.Alex stepped into the office, and despite his previous injuries, he was looking
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 290
The door to Kiara's private chambers creaked open as she stepped out, her face as calm as ever. Dressed in a sleek, black tactical uniform that matched her dark, sharp gaze, she moved with an air of silent authority. Her long braid hung down her back, swaying slightly with each step as she glided through the corridor. Kiara was not a woman who needed to raise her voice to command attention—her mere presence did the job. As she entered the grand hall, the men stationed there straightened instantly, standing in neat lines and offering her a sharp salute. They knew what Kiara expected, and she wasn’t one for pleasantries. Her reputation was one of ruthless efficiency and decisive action, and she had earned her position as second in command to the Tree Heir with both cunning and strength.“Let’s get right into the reports,” she said, her voice steady but carrying an edge that promised she would tolerate no delays or mistakes.The men nodded and immediately began to speak, each team eag
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 291
Rachel burst through the door of Ethan’s office with such force that it slammed against the wall, startling him. Papers on his desk fluttered from the sudden breeze, and his hand, which had been scrolling through a financial report, froze. His brow furrowed as he took in the sight of her—flushed, disheveled, and breathing hard.“Rachel,” Ethan said, his voice laced with concern as he stood from his leather chair. “What’s going on? Calm down, breathe, and tell me what happened.”Rachel bent forward, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. She took a few deep breaths, steadying herself before looking up at him with wide, anxious eyes. “Ethan… something’s wrong—very wrong.”Ethan stepped closer, his calm demeanor barely masking the unease that started to creep in. “Alright, start from the beginning. What’s wrong?”Rachel straightened, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “It’s the subsidiary companies. Two of them. Their stock values are plummeting, and it’s happenin
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 292
The rhythmic thud of fists against the heavy bag echoed through Gerald’s private training room. Sweat dripped from his brow as he delivered a swift combination of punches, each one faster and more forceful than the last. His body moved with precision—each jab, hook, and uppercut calculated, much like the thoughts swirling in his mind. The air in the room felt thick with the tension he carried, his every movement sharp, aggressive, yet graceful. His breaths were even, his muscles toned from hours of sparring. But this was more than physical exercise for Gerald. It was a way to focus, to channel the internal storm that raged beneath his calm exterior.As he pivoted to deliver a powerful kick to the bag, Gerald’s thoughts drifted to Denera. They had both been working toward the same goal: to bring Ethan down and take the monument project that was once out of their reach. Together, they had orchestrated intricate plots, carefully weaving lies and manipulating events to erode Ethan’s c
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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
