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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 340
The dimly lit chamber was silent as the old man and the mafia boss sat across from each other, an unspoken tension thickening the air between them. Heavy velvet drapes hung from the windows, casting the room in shadows, while the glow of a single lamp cast an eerie glow over the mafia boss’s face. He leaned back, eyes glittering with a strange mixture of curiosity and contempt, a faint smirk playing on his lips.The old man cleared his throat, his eyes steady as he looked directly at the mafia boss. "You want to know the issue that requires your… assistance?" His voice was steady, but a hint of frustration leaked through.The mafia boss raised an eyebrow, his tone casual but laced with menace. "Yes, that would be helpful. What trouble has our dear Ethan managed to get himself into that requires my involvement?" He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with interest. "And let’s be clear: I don’t move for just anything. So it better be worth my time."The old man exhaled, a lon
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 341
Rhys sat at his mahogany desk, a fortress of financial documents and ledgers surrounding him, dim light casting shadows across his workspace. His brow was furrowed, his pen scratching swiftly across a list of recent transactions. Offshore accounts, wire transfers, coded entries—all pointing to an intricate web of financial maneuvering. To the untrained eye, it would look like a jumbled mass of numbers. But to Rhys, each figure and line represented a carefully calculated move, pieces of a puzzle only he knew how to solve.As he leaned back for a moment, rolling his stiff shoulders, he heard the soft click of the door. Mary, his diligent attendant, stepped into the room, bowing slightly, her eyes flickering with a mixture of concern and hesitancy."Do you need anything, sir?" she asked, her voice soft, respectful, but firm.Rhys looked up, offering her a small smile, something he rarely did with anyone other than Denera. "No, Mary, I’m good. Just… handling a few things," he said, ges
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 342
The heavy bass of the club thrummed through Jason's veins, an electric pulse that synced with his heartbeat. He leaned back in the plush booth, smirking as he surveyed the lively scene around him. The flashing lights danced over the crowd, casting fragmented shadows that seemed to follow the beat, and the women around him leaned in closer, drawn to the dangerous allure he exuded.Tonight, Jason had made a deliberate choice to dial back a bit on his usual reckless abandon. The last time he’d let loose in the club, things had spiraled dangerously close to exposure, and for a man like Jason, exposure was as lethal as a bullet. His usual confidence hadn’t dimmed, but caution now tempered the edge. Still, he allowed himself to revel in the hedonistic thrill of it all, his laughter low and his gaze roaming.“Jason,” a voice murmured into his ear, barely audible over the music. One of his men leaned in, a tall, sharply-dressed figure whose eyes held an unspoken urgency.Jason raised an ey
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 343
The grand day had finally arrived. A week of anticipation had led up to this—Ethan’s proud unveiling of the monument project that had taken months of planning, relentless labor, and unwavering dedication. The scene outside the monument was nothing short of cinematic: dignitaries, high-profile business moguls, political figures, and celebrities filled the crowd, a blend of wealth and influence mingling beneath the large tented area prepared for the ceremony. The air hummed with excitement, an energy charged by flashing cameras and the continuous hum of murmuring voices.The red carpet leading to the monument itself was flanked by members of the press, each one hoping to catch a glimpse or an interview with Ethan and his team. Paparazzi huddled around the entrance, their cameras aimed and ready, while reporters prepped their notes, eager for the moment the head of the project arrived.Ethan, dressed impeccably, emerged from his car to a storm of camera flashes. He was a picture of so
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 344
The hum of the city faded into the background as Ethan and Sandra sat comfortably in the back of the sleek, black sedan, heading back from the monument unveiling. Ethan, visibly relaxed, leaned into the seat with a contented smile, his fingers intertwined with Sandra’s. Paul sat in the driver’s seat, hands relaxed on the wheel, while Rachel sat beside him, scrolling through photos from the ceremony on her phone.“Can you believe it?” Sandra asked, still flushed from the excitement of the day. “Months of hard work, and it’s finally out there for everyone to see.”Ethan chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “It’s surreal. But you’re right—seeing it finally unveiled today made it all worth it.” He paused, a wry grin on his face. “Just hope the critics don’t have too much to say.”Sandra laughed, nudging him lightly. “Let them try. That monument’s practically indestructible. Just like us.”Paul chimed in from the front, glancing at them in the rearview mirror. “Speaking of i
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 345
The dim light in Alex's makeshift apartment was enough to illuminate his bare, sweat-slicked body as he went through his workout routine. His muscles tensed with each movement as he pushed himself hard, mind focused on the relentless exercises. This place was a far cry from the life he used to know—a single room in a rundown building, with just a bed in the corner, some scattered weights, and barely enough space to stretch out. Yet, he liked the anonymity it provided. As he was in the middle of a set, a slight noise caught his attention—a subtle shift in the air, barely noticeable, but enough to put him on alert. He instantly dropped the dumbbells and turned, his body instinctively shifting into a defensive stance, muscles coiled like springs ready to attack.In the doorway stood a familiar figure. Dark hair framed her face, and her expression held an amused smirk that tugged at the corners of her mouth. The sight of her, standing casually as though she hadn’t just broken into hi
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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
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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
