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