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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 332
The night air had cooled as Ethan finished his quiet stroll around the grounds, the hum of crickets growing louder in the deepening silence. The walk had calmed his thoughts, and he felt lighter somehow, as if the weight on his shoulders had briefly lifted. But as he turned to head back, an odd chill prickled at his spine. The wind held an unfamiliar stillness, an almost unnatural quiet, as if the night itself was holding its breath.He slowed his steps, and his gaze drifted around the dim-lit garden paths, shadows cast long by the pale glow of the moon. He squinted, scanning the darkness as the uncomfortable sensation lingered, growing sharper with each second. Years of navigating the back alleys and gritty streets of his past honed his instincts, and they now screamed at him—he wasn’t alone.“Who’s there?” Ethan’s voice was low but edged with steel, aimed at the silence. Nothing but the rustling leaves answered. He stiffened, muscles coiling, his eyes narrowing as he searched t
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 333
The early morning sunlight danced over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sprawling monument site. Ethan parked his car and stepped out, staring up in awe at the structure that rose high above him, a testament to many many months of vision, sweat, and sacrifice. This wasn’t just any building; this was a piece of history, a beacon of innovation and ambition.The monument towered over the landscape, its sleek, glassy surfaces capturing the sunlight in a thousand different angles, creating a dazzling spectacle. The structure seemed to defy gravity, with columns spiraling upwards like ribbons twisting in a soft breeze, merging at the apex in a breathtaking geometric design. Intricate carvings adorned the marble base, a tribute to ancient art but with a modern twist, reflecting a blend of cultures and eras. It wasn’t just a monument; it was a declaration—an architectural feat meant to symbolize unity, strength, and the boundless potential of humankind.The walkways le
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 334
The grand, echoing halls of the Tree Mansion greeted Sebastian with their familiar chill as he strode in, his boots tapping against the polished marble floor. The air was thick with silence, only the faintest rustling from the aged tapestries hinting at any life within these walls. He took a deep breath, savoring the quiet; it was one of the few places where he could feel at ease, where he had complete control. Yet today, an unfamiliar tension seemed to linger in the air, subtle.Ahead, he saw two figures emerge from the shadows—Kiara, his steadfast second-in-command, and Jackson, one of his most trusted informants. As they came closer, both bowed, their expressions respectful but wary.“Welcome back, sir,” Kiara greeted, her voice steady but her eyes flickering with something unreadable.Jackson echoed her greeting with a nod, though his gaze seemed to avoid Sebastian’s direct line of sight. Instantly, Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. He knew these two well enough to sense when somethi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 335
In the dimly lit chambers of the notorious mafia boss, tension filled the air as the old man’s piercing gaze met the mafia boss’s challenging smirk. The mafia boss sat back, arms crossed, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and suspicion."Your time is up," the old man said, his voice as steady as stone. "It’s time for you to face the penalty of all your crimes."The mafia boss chuckled, a low, dark sound that reverberated off the walls. "All these months," he said, leaning forward with a wicked grin, "you’ve been after me. But I know you, old man—you’re not interested in the mafia. You’re not here because of what I’ve done. So, tell me," he raised a brow, "what’s really brought you to my doorstep?"The old man gave a single nod to the guards standing in the shadows. "Leave us," he commanded, his voice calm but firm. The men hesitated only briefly before obeying, filing out of the room until only the old man and the mafia boss remained.When the door finally closed, the ol
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 336
The dimly lit chamber was alive with a thick tension, flickering candlelight casting moving shadows across the rough-hewn stone walls. The men of the clan sat around the long table, their faces a hardened array of scars, grim looks, and fierce loyalty. At the head of the table, Gerald leaned forward, his piercing gaze sweeping over each man, commanding their undivided attention. Silence settled like a heavy cloak as Gerald prepared to speak.When he finally did, his voice was low but rang with unmistakable authority, each word carrying a weight that demanded respect. “Gentlemen,” he began, pausing just long enough to hold their focus. “The time we’ve waited for, worked for, is nearly upon us. The dream that has driven us is closer than it’s ever been. And I need each of you prepared, body and mind.”A ripple of excitement surged through the men, and they shifted in their seats, exchanging eager glances, fists curling and unclenching as if preparing for what lay ahead. But Gerald w
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 337
The dim, wood-paneled war room in the Tree House felt like the nerve center of a sleeping giant. Shadows played across the faces of the men gathered, each the head of an intelligence unit, each aware that they held pieces of a plot more complex and dangerous than any one of them alone could imagine. A sprawling map of the city dominated the central table, dotted with red and blue markers indicating watch points, allies, and adversaries. A low murmur filled the room as the men discussed quietly among themselves, all awaiting the meeting’s start.Then, the double doors swung open, and silence fell instantly. Kiara entered first, her eyes sharp and alert, followed closely by Jackson, whose easy, predatory smile hinted at confidence and skill. As they stepped into the room, every man present rose, giving the duo the silent greeting of respect they’d earned.Kiara’s gaze swept over them, reading their faces in an instant. She gave a single nod, her voice steady and commanding. “Settle
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 338
Paul sat in the driver’s seat, phone pressed to his ear, his gaze fixed absently on the sleek skyscraper before him. It was a quiet moment amidst the day’s hectic pace, and he could feel a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Ethan had dashed inside for a quick meeting, leaving Paul with a precious few minutes of solitude, which he used to dial the one person who always grounded him, the person he couldn’t wait to call his forever.“Hey, you,” Rachel’s voice sounded playful through the receiver, immediately lifting his spirits.Paul leaned back, a soft chuckle escaping. “Hey, yourself. Guess where I am?”“Stuck at work as usual?” she guessed, amusement coloring her tone. “Or wait, let me guess—daydreaming about me instead of actually working?”“Busted,” he admitted with a laugh. “I’m sitting in the car outside, waiting for Ethan to wrap up a meeting. Just me, my thoughts, and you in my head.”She giggled. He could almost see her rolling her eyes, that familiar smile lighti
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 339
Ethan sat at his grand, mahogany desk, a mountain of papers spread out before him, each page demanding his attention in a different, unrelenting way. Financial reports, project updates, legal documents—each requiring careful review, and all of them seemingly battling for the top spot in his already crowded mind. The late afternoon sunlight filtered in through the tall windows of his office, casting warm streaks over the dark wood, but even the beauty of the view beyond the glass failed to ease his fatigue.Leaning back in his leather chair, Ethan let out a deep, tired sigh, his mind echoing an old saying the old man used to repeat, “Heavy truly is the head that wears the crown.” In moments like this, the phrase resonated with an almost painful accuracy. Rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes, longing for a break in the unending cycle of responsibilities. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached for his phone, fingers scrolling instinctively to a name that brought a calm warmth to
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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
