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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 347
In the quiet, early morning shadows of the Anderson mansion, Rachel pushed open the tall, ornate doors and stepped inside. Her face was pale, dark circles framed her eyes, and her arm was bandaged from the crash just the night before. Ethan was waiting for her in the grand foyer, his sharp gaze softening briefly when he saw her.“You should still be resting, Rachel,” Ethan murmured, his voice tight with concern as he crossed the polished marble floor to her side. “The doctor said—”Rachel held up a hand, shaking her head. “Ethan, this is too big to ignore.” Her voice was firm, betraying a determination that refused to bow to her pain. She reached for the remote on the console table by the staircase and flicked on the wall-mounted television. Within seconds, the room filled with the steady, serious tones of the newscaster’s voice.“—And in shocking news, the head of Anderson Enterprises, Ethan Anderson, has been accused of involvement in the kidnapping and potential murder of a min
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 348
Ethan’s heart pounded as he shut the heavy doors to his bedroom, muffling the sounds of the mansion bustling beneath him. His mind raced through every possibility, every angle, every weak spot in his fortress that had somehow been exploited. He paced, glancing around his room, mentally sorting through the events of the day before finally picking up his phone and dialing the one person who might still have the power to shift this disaster— the old man.It rang twice before a gruff voice answered, weary but sharp. “Ethan. I’ve just seen the news.”Ethan pressed a hand to his forehead, exhaling deeply. “The very thing we dreaded has materialized, just as you warned. They didn’t just throw a punch; they’re going for a knockout.”There was a pause on the other end of the line, just long enough for Ethan to imagine the old man processing the information with that calculating mind of his. “Looking for who leaked it is irrelevant at this point,” the old man said, his voice a low rumble. “The
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 349
The dim glow of the chandelier bathed Gerald’s study in a golden hue. Seated in a high-backed leather chair, Gerald watched the news on the massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The voice of the newscaster rang out, solemn and charged with scandal. “Breaking news: Ethan Anderson, a prominent elite, stands accused of heinous crimes, including the alleged abduction and murder of a minor. Speculations abound as the court case continues…” Gerald leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. His piercing eyes glimmered with something sinister as he swirled the dark red liquid in his crystal wine glass. “So that’s why he always managed to crawl out of the traps I set for him,” Gerald murmured to himself. “The secrets he’s been hiding… the skeletons in his closet.” He took a slow sip of the wine, savoring its taste. Setting the glass down, he tapped the armrest rhythmically, his mind already craftin
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 350
As Rachel and Paul exited the room, the air grew thick, leaving Ethan in the uncomfortable company of his own thoughts. The silence settled like a heavy fog, each second feeling like a lifetime as he fought to suppress the rising anxiety within him. He walked over to the fireplace, rubbing his temples, replaying every moment that had led to this day and wondering how things had spun so wildly out of control.But just as he found a sliver of calm, the door flew open with a force that made the windows rattle, and in stormed Sandra. Her face was flushed, her eyes sharp and piercing as they locked onto his. “Ethan, what on earth is going on? What am I hearing on the news?” Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger, laced with something more—a raw, aching confusion.Ethan’s attempt to calm her with a raised hand and a softened voice did nothing to quiet her. “Sandra, please, just let me explain…”“Explain?” she echoed, almost laughing in shock. “Explain what? That the man I thought I k
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 351
The courtroom buzzed with a low murmur, a subdued anticipation hanging in the air as people gathered, each person eyeing the entrance with eager curiosity. Today’s proceedings were destined to make headlines, and reporters, lawyers, and bystanders alike felt the weight of it. As the tall mahogany doors swung open, all eyes turned, and in walked Ethan Anderson, flanked by his lawyer, Mr. Garretson—a seasoned attorney with an uncompromising reputation. Ethan’s expression was steely, his gaze fixed ahead as he made his way to his seat, shutting out the whispers that followed him like shadows.Garretson leaned toward him, lowering his voice. “Remember, Ethan, calm and collected. You need to make it clear to the court that this situation is beneath you.”Ethan nodded, but his jaw remained tense. “I understand. Let’s just get through this.”The clock ticked steadily in the otherwise silent room as they waited. Then, promptly at ten, the bailiff announced, “All rise for the Honorable Judg
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 352
The faint glow of the smart TV illuminated the room, casting soft, shifting shadows across the pristine walls. The sound of the newscaster’s voice filled the otherwise silent space. “Ethan Anderson’s court proceedings have left the country divided. Is the trillionaire visionary behind the Anderson Monument Project a hero or a monster?” Sandra sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped tightly together, her knuckles white. Her usually radiant face was a pale shadow of itself, her eyes glassy and lost, staring at nothing in particular. The large windows to her right offered a view of the city skyline, its lights twinkling against the backdrop of the night sky, but Sandra’s gaze never strayed there. She was far too tangled in her thoughts to notice anything beyond the chaos in her mind. Her hair, usually styled to perfection, now hung loosely around her shoulders, as though mirroring the mess she felt inside. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her fingers pre
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 353
The grand courtroom buzzed with murmurs of anticipation as another day of Ethan Anderson’s trial began. Rows of wooden pews lined the room, filled with reporters, legal spectators, and a sprinkling of curious onlookers. The heavy air was thick with the weight of judgment, every corner of the room carrying an undercurrent of tension. Ethan sat at the defendant’s table, flanked by his lawyer, Garretson, who was rifling through his meticulously prepared notes. Ethan’s face was a mask of calm, but his knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the table. His steel-gray suit fit perfectly, as if he was determined to project control, even in the midst of chaos. “Stay calm,” Garretson whispered to him. “This is another round of arguments, nothing more.” Ethan gave a brief nod, but his mind wandered. _How many eyes are on me right now?_ he wondered. _How many of them already think I’m guilty?_ ---The judge, Kendall with piercing eyes and an air of authority, entered the room. Eve
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 354
The black car pulled smoothly into the circular driveway of the Anderson mansion, its tires crunching softly on the gravel. The towering structure loomed against the twilight sky, its modern yet imposing architecture a testament to Ethan’s success. Despite its grandeur, the mansion felt heavy tonight, as though it bore the weight of the day’s events along with its occupants. Ethan stepped out first, straightening his tie as Paul and Rachel followed. The three walked silently up the marble steps, the court proceedings still fresh in their minds. Paul glanced sideways at Ethan. “You good?” Ethan nodded curtly. “Come inside. Both of you. We need to talk.” The three entered the grand foyer, its high ceilings and crystal chandelier casting a soft glow across the room. Ethan led them to the sitting area, where the leather couches and warm fireplace offered a stark contrast to the cold tension in the air. Paul and Rachel exchanged glances but said nothing, sitting down as Ethan
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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
