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