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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 325
The evening sky was painted with hues of soft pink and dusky purple, and a warm glow filtered through the windows of the intimate, softly lit restaurant. The ambiance inside was serene yet inviting, with small chandeliers casting warm halos over the tables. Paul sat across from Rachel, the flickering candlelight illuminating her face in a way that made him fall in love all over again. Tonight was the night.They had shared countless dinners, but tonight felt different. Paul had carefully selected this restaurant, one that overlooked a scenic pond just outside the city. He knew that Rachel loved the serene beauty of nature, and this spot combined that charm with elegance. The evening buzzed with excitement and a slight tinge of nervousness on Paul’s part, but he hid it behind a warm smile.The waiter poured their wine, and Rachel raised her glass to Paul, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I must say, Paul, you’re up to something, aren’t you?" She tilted her head, trying to read h
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 326
The training hall in the Tree Mansion was vast, its walls lined with weapon racks and lit by large torches that flickered shadows across the room. In the center stood Jackson, his well built figure steady, focused, and ready. Across from him were five of the mansion's warriors, each hardened by countless battles, their stances tense and eyes sharp. Jackson rolled his shoulders, giving them a slight nod before they lunged in unison.The first warrior swung a wide arc with his arm, but Jackson sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it just enough to throw him off balance before landing a swift elbow strike to his ribcage. He moved with precision, every strike deliberate and controlled. The next opponent came at him from behind, attempting a grapple. Jackson ducked low, dropping his weight and flipping the attacker over his shoulder, sending him sprawling to the floor.Another warrior came charging in, fists flying with relentless energy. Jackson blocked one
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 327
The Anderson safe house was silent but charged with tension. Outside, the night was thick, an unyielding cloak that seemed to swallow sound. The old man, tall and steadfast despite the years etched into his face, surveyed the dimly lit hall. His men were gathered, each of them prepared, each bearing the weight of a long fight. The air carried a sense of finality, the kind that happens only when there is nothing left to lose.“Gather round!” his voice rang clear through the room, breaking the quiet but fueling the determination in each heart. The men came closer, their faces solemn but fierce.The old man’s gaze softened as he looked at each of them. "It’s been a long road," he began, his tone laced with both pride and weariness. "We’ve been away from our homes, our families… we’ve sacrificed so much. But we’ve done it all for a purpose. For a legacy."He paused, letting his words sink in. “Tonight, that purpose will come to fruition. We will return home, not just as survivors but a
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 328
The night was calm as Paul and Rachel settled into his cozy apartment, the city lights casting a soft glow through the large window. The room was serene, filled with the quiet warmth that only true intimacy could bring. They lay side by side, the tension of the day slowly melting away as they snuggled under the covers, drawing each other close. Paul’s arm wrapped protectively around Rachel, and she rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.Rachel raised her left hand, admiring the way the engagement ring glinted in the soft light. It sparkled like a constellation against her skin, a delicate, intricate design that perfectly suited her. She turned her head slightly to meet Paul’s gaze, a soft smile on her face. "It’s so beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and affection.Paul’s lips curved into a gentle smile, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Just like you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that held a thousand unspoken
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 329
The dim light from a single lamp cast long shadows across Gerald’s room, adding a layer of tension to the silence. He sat on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped tightly as he mulled over the events of last night. Sebastian’s visit hadn’t been long, but the implications were deep, resonating like the toll of a heavy bell. The man had appeared so suddenly, like a phantom rising from the shadows. And the words he had spoken, laced with underlying threats, lingered in Gerald’s mind, gnawing away at his composure.Sebastian wanted power. That much was clear. But power wasn’t just about taking—it was about destroying any who stood in the way. Gerald whispered to himself, as if the words might clarify his racing thoughts, “He wants to destroy us… no doubt about that.” He leaned back, his fingers tracing the ridges of his clenched knuckles, his gaze unfocused, lost in the memory of the encounter. “But how?” he murmured aloud. “What is his play?”Gerald wasn’t o
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 330
In the dim glow of the control room’s screens, a low hum filled the air. Every wall was covered in monitors, each showing a different angle of the prison yard, hallways, and cells. The staff in their crisp, military-like uniforms moved efficiently from one station to another, their eyes never straying far from the live feeds. The air was thick with a tense quiet, broken only by the occasional static of the intercom.Then the door clicked open, and Kiara entered. The men straightened immediately, some bowing slightly as she passed. Her presence commanded respect—and a healthy dose of fear. She was not known for leniency. Her dark attire seemed to blend with the room’s shadows, her gaze cold and piercing as she scanned the displays.The head of the control unit, a grizzled man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward, positioning himself beside her. “Ma’am,” he began, his voice quiet but firm. “Everything is running smoothly. The target has remained docile, no incidents r
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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
