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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 317
The sun was barely peeking through the morning clouds as Ethan Anderson sat alone in his high-rise office at the Majestic Skies building, the city skyline stretching far beneath him like a kingdom under his watch. The soft hum of his phone vibrated in his hand as he listened to Sandra on the other end. She was lighthearted and easygoing, a perfect counterbalance to his world of unending boardroom battles and masked threats.“Yes, I know it’s early,” Ethan said, his tone warm as he leaned back, momentarily forgetting the weight of the past few days. “But I wanted to hear your voice before the day took over.”Sandra laughed softly on the other end, her voice bringing a momentary calm. “Well, I’m glad to know I still make it to your priority list, Mr. Anderson,” she teased. “Are you doing okay? You’ve been... busy.”“More than busy,” Ethan admitted, a trace of weariness slipping into his tone. “But I manage.” Just then, the sound of his office door opening pulled his attention. He glan
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 318
Alex’s small makeshift room was dimly lit, the kind of light that cast shadows against the walls and sharpened the hard lines of his muscular frame. Sweat glistened on his skin as he moved through push-ups, each repetition a relentless rhythm against the cold concrete floor. His injuries were healed now—his ribs no longer ached with every breath, his bruised knuckles were no longer raw, and his body had regained the strength he once thought he’d lost forever.But as he pushed himself to his limit, a single thought replayed in his mind, rising above the pounding of his pulse and the burn in his muscles: *Laurel.* The need to find her was all-consuming, feeding the fire in his gut with each passing day. He clenched his teeth, thinking about how he had allowed himself to get caught up in Jason’s games. He didn’t trust Jason, and he never would. But finding Laurel had come with sacrifices—and his alliance with Jason was one of them. *If only there was another way.* And as he kept wo
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 319
The sunlight streamed through the towering glass windows of Majestic Skies, filling Ethan’s office with a morning glow that contrasted the tension simmering inside. Ethan leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, his fingers idly tapping the polished mahogany surface as he awaited the arrival of his two trusted allies. Moments later, Paul and Rachel entered, crossing the luxurious office floor with purposeful strides. Both of them looked sharp, with Rachel in a crisp black blazer and Paul in his usual tailored suit, each exuding the confident air of seasoned operatives.Ethan’s gaze flicked up, and he gestured for them to approach his desk. “What’s the update?”Rachel, always efficient and to the point, spoke first. “We’ve finished setting up the fake and misleading information for Mark Dave. He’ll be chasing shadows if he tries anything.”A faint smile curved on Ethan’s lips. “Good. And what about his movements?”Paul nodded, stepping forward. “I’ve taken extra security measure
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 320
The warm afternoon light filtered through Rhys’s office windows, casting long shadows over his neatly arranged desk. Papers and documents lay in careful stacks, along with a polished silver pen that he now twirled absentmindedly between his fingers. Rhys’s face was etched with focus, yet a tension lingered in his eyes—a storm hidden beneath his usual calm exterior. He was sifting through files when the office door swung open unexpectedly, breaking his concentration.“Sir, I’m so sorry,” his secretary stammered as she entered behind Denera. “I told her you didn’t want any disturbances.”Rhys met his secretary’s wide eyes and gave her a short nod. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You can go.”As soon as the door closed behind her, Denera stepped further into the room, folding her arms with a knowing smirk. “One would think that your wife would be an exception to your ‘no disturbances’ rule,” she remarked, a touch of sarcasm lacing her voice.Rhys leaned back in his chair, crossing his
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 321
Jason sat in his office, staring at the mountain of documents and disarrayed files scattered across his desk. His hand hovered over a crumpled report, fingers twitching as he considered the sheer volume of chaos that had suddenly hit his empire. Five subsidiaries—five entire branches of his corporate network—taken down in a single, calculated sweep by Ethan. He expected Ethan to retaliate after their last clash, but he hadn’t anticipated such a brutal blow. Not like this.He pressed a hand against his forehead, feeling a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as he replayed the news he’d just received. Reports had flown in from various cities across the country, each one confirming the same disturbing pattern: each subsidiary crippled, some on the verge of total collapse. The coordinated nature of the attack left Jason struggling to find a foothold in the landslide of chaos. Ethan had not only outmaneuvered him but had done it with a precision and ruthlessness Jason had never s
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 322
Sandra's sleek black car rolled up to the monument site, the tires crunching against the gravel as she pulled to a stop. She sat there for a moment, her gaze lingering on the structure before her, the towering monument glistening under the morning sun. It had been a long while since she’d last visited this place, wrapped up as she was in the chaos of Jackson spying and watching her every move and the relentless threats from Sebastian lurking in the shadows. But today, she’d decided to take a break from the endless war room meetings and security briefings. Today, she was here to see the project that had consumed her life for many many months—the project that had changed everything.Stepping out of the car, Sandra brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, feeling a wave of nostalgia as she took in the towering structure. It wasn’t just a building; it was a testament to her vision, her grit. She walked slowly, letting her fingers trail along the cool stone, feeling the weight of
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 323
The heavy scent of sweat, blood, and smoke clung to the air in the dimly lit basement, where the faint, eerie hum of machinery mixed with the low moans of pain. The scene was grim and brutal, the room filled with battered, broken souls bound to chairs, some barely conscious, others steeled in silence. A few guards, all dressed in dark, tailored suits, moved like shadows through the room, cold efficiency marking their every move. Under dim lights, the figures sitting slumped in the chairs writhed, their faces contorted with a mixture of exhaustion and terror as another swing of a baton met flesh.In the corner, near an aging furnace that kept the room thick with stifling heat, sat Dante Moretti, the mafia boss himself. His back straight, hands folded on the table, he surveyed the room with a gaze as cold and calculating as a predator’s. Scars lined his face, each one telling a story of a life lived on the edge of a knife. He barely flinched at the sight before him; he’d seen worse and
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 324
The moonlight spilled over Gerald's mansion like a soft veil, casting long shadows across the grand courtyard and highlighting the crisp details of the ornate stonework. Gerald sat outside, in one of the ornate wrought-iron chairs that lined the stone patio, a glass of scotch in his hand as he relaxed in the stillness of the night. He closed his eyes, letting the quiet sink in, a rare moment of solitude in a life filled with noise, plans, and tension. Then, a sudden shift in the darkness disturbed his peace. Someone was there, a presence that broke the natural silence of the night, a shadow that had not been there before. Gerald’s eyes snapped open, his senses sharpened as he scanned the edge of the courtyard, immediately on guard.“Reveal yourself,” Gerald’s voice was steady, his command carrying a weight that left little room for refusal.A figure stepped into the moonlight, emerging from the shadows with an unnerving, casual grace.“Who are you?” Gerald asked the man with a com
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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
