2024-11-18 20:13:29
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 355
The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional chirp of crickets. Alex stood outside his makeshift house, a small structure cobbled together from old wood and scraps, its rickety frame swaying slightly in the cool breeze. His hands rested on his hips as he stared into the dark expanse of the forest surrounding him. The weight of his decision settled over him like a shroud. He had called Kiara earlier, telling her he agreed to her deal. Now he waited, the tension coiling tighter in his chest with each passing minute. From the distance, the faint roar of an engine disrupted the stillness. His sharp eyes tracked the black SUV speeding toward him. Gravel crunched as the vehicle screeched to a halt just feet away from him. The car door flew open, and before Alex could react, masked men emerged with practiced precision. “Hey! What the—” Alex’s protest was cut short as a rough hand covered his face with a thick black mask. “Move,” one of the men barked. Alex fel
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 356
The shed was dark, but Alex’s mind was racing. After his brief reunion with Laurel, the oppressive air of danger crept back in. He knew staying here was a death sentence. Alex pressed his finger to his lips, signaling Laurel to stay quiet. Slowly, he approached a tiny loophole in the wooden wall of the shed. The moonlight spilled through, giving him a small view of the surrounding area. His sharp eyes scanned the forest. The masked men stood further away, their backs turned, their postures lazy. Kiara leaned casually against the SUV, engrossed in a conversation with someone on her phone. “The coast is clear,” Alex whispered, barely audible. “Stick close to me.” Laurel nodded, her face pale but determined. They moved like shadows, slipping out of the shed on silent feet. The forest floor was a maze of roots and leaves, but Alex guided Laurel carefully, his hand never leaving hers. “We’re almost there,” he whispered as they weaved through the dense foliage. Laurel’s brea
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 357
The grand Anderson mansion was bathed in the warm hues of a setting sun. The sprawling living room, a blend of elegance and comfort, was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. Ethan sat on the plush leather couch, his posture relaxed but his mind restless. A glass of whiskey rested untouched on the coffee table. The sound of the door opening broke the silence. Ethan’s head snapped up, and his breath caught when he saw Sandra standing in the doorway. She was hesitant, her hands gripping the strap of her bag tightly. Her expression was unreadable—equal parts cautious and resolute. Ethan rose to his feet slowly, his towering frame exuding a calm he didn’t feel. They stood there, mere feet apart, a silence stretching between them, charged with unspoken emotions. “Hey,” Ethan finally said, his voice steady but soft. “Hey,” Sandra replied, her tone quieter but no less loaded with meaning. The silence returned, heavier this time. Their eyes locked, each searchin
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 358
The office of Ethan Anderson, perched on the top floor of Majestic Skies' sleek skyscraper, was a fortress of modern luxury and quiet authority. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city below, where life thrummed on despite the storm of controversy circling its CEO. Inside, the soft hum of computers and the rhythmic tapping of Ethan’s fingers on the keyboard filled the air. Piles of documents cluttered his desk—proposals, reports, and a mountain of tasks that had gone unattended in the shadow of his ongoing court battle. Ethan's suit jacket was draped over the back of his chair, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing the tense muscles of a man fighting battles on too many fronts. The sound of the door creaking open pulled his attention away from the monitor. He looked up to see Paul and Rachel entering, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. “Hey, boss,” Paul greeted casually, attempting to cut through the tension. Ethan gestured t
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 359
The room was dimly lit, the sharp contrast of Gerald’s warm whiskey-colored office against the darkness of the night outside. Gerald leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of aged bourbon, the golden liquid glinting in the soft light. His phone sat on the desk before him, its screen glowing faintly. He tapped his fingers on the desk, his face a mix of smug satisfaction and calculated determination. Picking up the phone, he dialed. The ringtone seemed to stretch for an eternity until a sultry yet cautious voice answered. “Gerald,” Denera said, her tone clipped. “This better be important.” “Oh, it is,” Gerald replied smoothly, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “You’ve heard about the sudden revelation regarding Ethan’s... colorful past, haven’t you?” Denera chuckled faintly. “Hard not to. The media is all over it. A skeleton that big doesn’t stay buried for long.” “Indeed,” Gerald said, savoring the moment. “Tell me, Denera. Did you know about it beforehand
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 360
The Majestic Skies building towered over the city, a steel and glass monolith that gleamed under the midday sun. Inside, the usually bustling headquarters hummed with controlled chaos. Ethan had made sure that, despite his ongoing court case, the company appeared to be running smoothly. But deep beneath the polished veneer, a carefully orchestrated trap was unfolding. In the surveillance room, Paul sat at a dimly lit desk, multiple monitors casting shadows across his sharp features. His task was simple yet critical: track every move of Mark Dave, the man conspiring to dismantle Ethan’s empire. “He’s here,” Paul muttered into his earpiece as he watched the cameras. ---Mark Dave strode through the front doors of the Majestic Skies building, his steps purposeful and his expression a mask of confidence. His tailored suit and polished shoes spoke of wealth and power, but his narrowed eyes betrayed his ruthless ambition. He scanned the lobby briefly, as if expecting prying eyes,
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 361
Jason’s sprawling mansion was a fortress of luxury, perched on a hillside overlooking the city. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, and the modern furnishings radiated wealth and power. Yet, despite the opulence, the atmosphere was suffocating, heavy with tension. In the center of his grand living room, Jason sat on an oversized leather armchair, his gaze locked onto the massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The news anchor’s voice cut through the silence, her tone sharp and unrelenting. “Breaking news: A string of corporate attacks allegedly orchestrated by Jason Lockwood Enterprises has resulted in a massive backlash. This time, the attacks targeted international companies heavily tied to governmental contracts, sparking outrage across multiple sectors. Critics are calling this a reckless and brazen move, and the fallout is already catastrophic.” Jason’s jaw tightened as the screen switched to a panel of analysts. “This was a poorly calculat
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 362
The air in Sebastian's expansive mansion was one of quiet luxury, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a serene lake. The evening sun cast a golden hue across the polished marble floors, reflecting off the modern, minimalist decor. Sebastian lounged on a plush leather couch in the center of his living room, the epitome of calm amidst the chaos swirling in the world outside. A large OLED screen mounted on the wall played a split-screen broadcast. On one side, the ongoing fallout of Jason Mason’s corporate misstep dominated the headlines, with reporters dissecting every detail of the scandal. On the other side, Ethan Anderson’s court case was being analyzed by a panel of experts, each offering their speculations on the case's outcome. Sebastian, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and tailored slacks, leaned back, one hand lazily swirling a glass of bourbon. His sharp, calculated eyes absorbed the spectacle with detached amusement. “Ethan Anderson fighting for his reputation,”
Latest Chapter
Chapter 376
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
