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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 293
The soft chime of Denera’s phone broke the silence in her lavish bedroom. The ornate dressing mirror before her reflected the elegant, yet weary figure of a woman seated at the vanity, her delicate fingers brushing through her dark hair. She paused, eyes narrowing as she turned toward the ringing phone perched on her bedside table. With a sigh, Denera stood up and crossed the room, her silk robe trailing behind her like a shadow.When she saw the name "Gerald" glowing on the screen, her lips curled slightly into a half-smile. Rarely did Gerald call her directly, and when he did, it was never without reason. She picked up the phone, bringing it to her ear with a practiced grace. "Gerald," she greeted him smoothly, her tone soft but inquisitive. "Denera," his voice came through the line, calm and composed as always. "To what do I owe this call?"She raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the bedframe. "I could ask you the same question. You and I don’t just make social calls. Somet
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 294
The night was calm as Rhys strolled through the compound of the mini-house, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of city life, but Rhys was hardly in the mood to appreciate any of it. His mind was weighed down by thoughts of Denera. Lately, their once-solid bond had been fractured, and the secrecy surrounding her had only deepened the rift. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on than she was letting him see. The weight of uncertainty pressed on his chest, making his breath feel shallow.He walked aimlessly, his footsteps barely making a sound on the gravel path as he mulled over every conversation, every distant glance, and every sleepless night they’d shared recently. Then, the sound of a door creaking open behind him made him stop in his tracks.Rhys turned around to see a man walking out of the house. The man was tall, well over six feet, and moved with the kind of eff
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 295
The scene opened with the cold, sterile hum of the hidden facility where Laurel had been held for weeks. The place was a far cry from the chaos of the outside world, and yet, within these walls, an entirely different kind of order was enforced—one that left little room for hope.Laurel’s daily routine had become a monotonous loop, stripping away her sense of self. She woke up each day to the harsh clang of metal doors and the barking orders of guards, the chill of the cell biting into her bones. The mornings began early, with the guards rapping on the thick iron bars, signaling it was time to rise. There was no sunlight here, no concept of day or night—just the artificial lights overhead that flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows on the concrete walls.Breakfast was served in small metal trays, and it was always the same—a bland, tasteless mixture of porridge and stale bread. Laurel sat alone in her cell as she ate, eyes hollow, her mind wandering back to the life she on
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 296
In the dimly lit room of the hidden facility, a subtle tension filled the air. Screens lined the walls, flickering with footage from every corner of the compound. Men in black uniforms sat silently, their eyes glued to the surveillance monitors, the rhythmic sound of clicking keys occasionally breaking the stillness. The door creaked open, and all heads turned as Kiara entered, her presence commanding attention without a word. Behind her, a tall, stern-faced man followed, nodding to the guards."Bring up the feed of Laurel's room," the man ordered sharply, his voice echoing slightly in the cold, sterile room.The operatives quickly tapped on the keyboards, and one of the central screens lit up with the live feed of a small, dimly lit room. Laurel lay on the bed, curled up on her side, motionless but alert. Her hair was disheveled, and her body spoke of exhaustion, though her eyes were wide open, staring at the walls, clearly far from sleep."How's she been?" Kiara asked, stepping c
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 297
The rhythmic thud of fists hitting the heavy punching bags filled the air of Ethan’s private gym, the sound accompanied by grunts of effort and the steady hum of machines. Ethan and Paul were sparring in the open area, the gleaming hardwood floor reflecting the bright overhead lights. It was early morning, and both men had been at it for almost an hour, sweat beading on their foreheads and rolling down their necks. Ethan, always competitive, threw a sharp jab, which Paul dodged, but not before Ethan followed up with a quick kick to his side.“Getting slow, Paul?” Ethan teased, grinning as he lowered his guard slightly.Paul rolled his eyes, stepping back to catch his breath. “Not slow, just giving you a chance for once.”Ethan chuckled, wiping his face with a towel. “You’re too generous, my friend.”The gym was a space designed for intensity—walls adorned with motivational quotes, sleek and minimalistic equipment lined up with precision, and the floor-to-ceiling windows gave a pano
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 298
The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced with every movement Jackson made. Sweat dripped from his brow as he jabbed at the air, the sound of his fists cutting through the silence. His breathing was steady, each punch more forceful than the last. He moved with precision, years of training evident in the way his body moved—a symphony of discipline and focus. The walls were bare except for a single mirror that reflected his intense expression, a man driven by secrets and ambition.Next, Jackson moved to the knife rack on the wall. He grabbed three blades, testing their weight in his hands. With a quick, practiced flick, he hurled them one by one at the target across the room. Each knife buried itself deep into the bullseye, the thud of steel hitting wood echoing through the space. He smiled grimly, satisfaction flickering briefly in his eyes before it was replaced by the familiar gnaw of doubt and anger.The memory crept in uninvited. Ethan. The crime. Ten years ago.He pa
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 299
The night was still, almost too quiet. A crescent moon cast its pale light over the secluded estate where Rhys moved through the garden, unaware that his every step was being mirrored by a group of men cloaked in shadows. Five of them, masked and silent, moved with the precision of predators stalking their prey. They stayed in the periphery, always out of sight, blending into the night. Their black attire made them nearly invisible in the low light, and the only hint of their presence was the soft shuffle of feet that the wind conveniently swallowed up.Rhys paused, glancing around briefly as though he sensed something was off, but the masked men had already melted into the darkness, crouching behind the dense shrubbery and trees. His phone rang, breaking the tension, and he answered, distracted by the conversation, continuing his walk toward the house. The men followed, their movements synchronized and calculated. They weren’t just watching; they were studying him, memorizing eve
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