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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 300
Rhys stood in front of the Rhodes mansion, his fingers brushing against the iron-knobbed door. The grand estate loomed before him, a structure steeped in memories, both bitter and sweet. It had been weeks since he left, distancing himself from the chaos, from Denera, and from the life they had built together. Now, returning here felt strange, like stepping into a past he wasn’t sure he could face. His mind was still reeling from Sebastian’s visit, but his body was numb, moving on autopilot as he raised his fist and knocked.The door creaked open, and there she was—Denera. Her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and elation. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came at first. She blinked a few times, almost as if she wasn’t sure he was real. “Rhys…” Her voice finally broke the silence, and in it, there was so much emotion. Hope, confusion, longing.He saw her excitement, the way her body seemed to relax at the sight of him, as if expecting that this was it—that he had forgiven he
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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
