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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 11
“Wait, you know him?” Nathan asked surprisingly. Selene quickly lowered her head and bit her lips. “You broke up with me to date this poor rat? Do you even know who he is? He’s an orphan and a brokie. He has no penny and he’s a nobody! I’m fucking sure he has been lying to you just as he lied that he wanted to donate back in school! He’s just a brokie!” Nathan was disappointed, sad and mad. He didn’t know what to feel especially seeing that his ex-girlfriend, Amanda joined in the insult. Turning to Selene, he asked the question. “You know him?” He asked her calmly. “Shut the fuck up and leave this place! You don’t belong here. Look at your clothes and shoes! I don’t even know who let you in here!” Dave roared. Selene's eyes darted nervously between Nathan and Dave, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden tension. She shifted uneasily on her feet, unsure of how to handle the situation. Nathan's expression hardened, his disappointment palpable as he processed Amanda's presen
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 12
“Excuse me?” Nathan began, having a calm, unbothered look on his face. He was angry to an extent. “I said you ain’t welcomed here. This is no place for kids and brokies. There are more important people who needs to occupy your space. So, move out, boy!” A man in his late thirties barked at Nathan. The man was obviously just a personal bodyguard of one of the attendees. But Nathan simply ignored him and continued watching the pretty lady as she exhibited her sneakers. He was really drawn to her work of art that he decided to buy it when it would be bid. Nathan has spent many years of his life wearing worn out shoes. He never had the chance to wear a good shoe like the one that lady was displaying. Now that he was rich beyond imagination, he would love to have that kind of shoe on his feet or just as a work of a talented artist in his home. Nathan recalled his billion dollar Reed apartment where he found out that he was a wealthy heir. In that house, there were countless piece
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 13
“Damn! It slipped my mind!” Nathan said as he rushed to finish up the project. “Hey dude. What’s with you lately?” Neil asked Nathan as he copied his answers. “Yeah, man. I mean, you haven’t been around lately. You’ve been acting differently dude. What’s going on man?” Marcus voiced out. Nathan sighed, trying to wrap his head around everything that has been happening in his life lately. He hasn’t been there for his friends since he discovered his newfound wealth. He has been too busy getting his new self to sync with and upgrade the old Nathan. “Look, guys. It’s um.. it’s nothing much. After what Amanda did to me, all I want to do is just stay away from everyone. My life’s fucked up man. I just wanna clear my head!” Nathan feigned pity. He was right, but only to an extent. He for many reasons decided to keep his wealth to himself for the meantime. He hated attention and fame. But soon, Amanda, David, Luxton University and the whole world will know who he truly is! The h
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 14
As soon as he arrived in class, he went straight to his seat to avoid everyone. He wasn’t scared of them, at least not anymore. He just wanted to live his life in peace. After what happened that day, he felt a bit off looking at his classmates in their faces. He had no energy for unnecessary stress. “Hey church rat! Nice clothes. Bet you usedYour donation to get yourself new clothes!” Someone suddenly spoke from the back. Oh, not again. Nathan sighed and facepalmed. But he was relaxed and didn’t panic like before. He simply closed his eyes as he was already tired from yesterday’s event. He didn’t want to entertain more stress. All he wanted was to attend lectures and return home. After contemplating for a while back at home, Nathan really wanted to simply put on his old outfit. The urge to wear the new clothes he bought was not there. Again, he knew it would bring attention to himself. Either negatively or positively. But he went ahead to wear it. And he was right. “He’s
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 15
“You are all aware that every year, we host a prestigious inter-university event to promote collaboration and unity among students. This year, I'm thrilled to announce that our university has been selected to organise the event. It's a significant opportunity for us to showcase our talents, network with students from other institutions, and contribute to a noble cause." The class erupted in excited murmurs, eager to learn more about the upcoming event. Their excitement was basically derived from knowing that whenever these events were hosted, they would get to meet and connect with students from various schools and most importantly, they would get to showcase their wealth to over 5000+ students. Professor Dylan continued, "The theme of this year's event will be ‘Empowering Orphans, Building Dreams.' We'll be hosting a charity gala where proceeds will go towards funding educational initiatives for underprivileged children in our different orphanages." “For many years now, the NECA
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 16
“What we’re you thinking, Fred? Do you want everyone to know who I am? Why didn’t you inform me before your arrival?” Nathan barked at Fredrick as they discussed in a secluded area of the school where no one would see them. “My sincere apologies, young master!” Fred bowed his head. “We were only here concerning the charity gala! Being your assistant for the time being, I had to be present. Miss Kamsi was here to represent you.” Fred explained and Nathan calmed down. Besides, no one knew they were connected. “Young master, I overheard the mockery concerning the birthday of Amanda. Why would you let them mock you? We own 60% shares in Mr. Lynch’s company. Just say the word and we will buy back all shares and his business will crumble till it’s out of existence!” Fred enamored. He knew that Nathan was down to earth and did not crave attention. Yet, this was beyond mockery. This was an insult to the Reed empire, and everyone who laughed at him must pay dearly. “Dear Fredrick. Le
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 17
Nathan turned around and behind him was a lady. A pretty lady. Her appearance was wonderful even in the dimly lit dining room. She wore a uniform. A soft grey T-Shirt complimented by a 3-quarter black cotton skirt, and above her neatly tailored dress, she wore an apron. This could only mean one thing. She was a worker here. Perhaps a bartender or a waitress. So how on Earth did she get his contact? For as long as he could recall, he had not given his number to any soul aside from a few of his course mates. But this lady looked very familiar to Nathan. Nathan strained his eyes as he tried to recollect the details about the lady’s face as it was very familiar. He had seen her somewhere. Was it her enchanting smile? Her humble composure? “Oh, hi, Miss. Do I know you?” Nathan asked mildly. Immediately she went on her knees and began to thank Nathan with so much enthusiasm and gratitude that some people began poke nosing. “I’m Abigail Foster. I am the artist who created the
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 18
“And who are you, young man? How did you get in here and who offered you a seat here?” The manager turned his rage to Nathan who was now standing and commanding respect. Nathan didn’t say a word in return. He simply dipped his hand in his pocket, took his wallet and showed the man his Diamond membership card. “I don’t believe you! You stole that card. Or it’s fake!” The man resisted and before Nathan could blink twice, the man stretched out and snatched the Diamond card from Nathan’s hand and without examining it properly, he broke the card in half. Nathan sighed. He was boiling with rage at this point because even after showing the Diamond card to this mad dog, he still didn’t believe him. But he remained calm and let the storm pass by. Silence, they say, is the best answer given to a fool. “You are a thief! You dare challenge me? So you think you can come here and show off what you don’t have? Do you realize that you are in D Royals premium section and it is only meant f
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“It’s been 2 fucking months, Emma. 2, long, fucking months and I… at this point, I don’t want to keep living, Emma. Just kill me or give me a knife to kill myself. Haven’t you had your revenge already? You took my hus… Alex, you took Alex from me, you took my life from me, look at me, I am…” before she could print all the words from her mouth completely, she suddenly began to throw up violently. Megan was all dressed and ready to go out. Her red dress and sleek black shoe contrasted the room she was in and the person she had in the glass cell. Megan noticed that Vanessa had been looking pale and had been throwing up for a while now. Deep down, she cared, Emma really cared. But it seemed she had been swallowed by intense rage and a twisted sense of revenge that she had turned Vanessa to an animal. To be honest, what Vanessa did to her, the way Vanessa treated Emma when the tables were flipped, it was more diabolic and inhuman. At least, Vanessa got to eat three times a day and sh
CHAPTER 395
Vivian shrugged. "He left me no choice." Lightning split the sky. The revelation, though not entirely surprising, still hit Anita like a dagger to the heart. "You’re a monster," Anita whispered. Vivian chuckled, finally stepping back. "And you? You’re still my daughter. No matter how much you run, my blood runs in your veins. You can’t escape it." A heavy silence fell between them, only broken by Rachael’s continued sobs in the background. Enrique sighed impatiently, dragging Rachael up by the arm. "Enough of this drama. We have a flight to catch." But before he could move another step, Anita pulled something from her coat pocket and aimed it at him. A gun. The entire family went still. Vivian’s smirk widened. "Oh, Anita… What exactly do you think you’re going to do with that?" Anita’s hands trembled, but her grip on the gun was firm. "I think it’s time to end this nightmare." Vivian scoffed with a hint of approval etched into her soft smirk. “Impressive. You have learnt ho
CHAPTER 394
But Rachael had no strength left to fight. Her body was limp, her sobs choking her as Enrique dragged her back toward the house, away from the man who had been her heart, her light in the suffocating darkness of her family.Just as they reached the door, a voice cut through the storm—a voice that sent a chill down all their spines. "Let her go." They all froze. Enrique’s grip loosened, and Rachael slumped to the ground, her tear-streaked face turning toward the source. Standing there, soaked to the bone and holding an umbrella that had been battered by the wind, was Anita. Her sister. The one who had walked away from the family’s toxicity years ago. The one who had vowed never to return.Anita’s gaze was cold, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "I said, ‘Let her go now!’” Anita screamed. The family was stunned, Vivian looking at her sons in awe and then looking at her run-away daughter. How and why was she here? It no longer mattered. The family was now complete and
CHAPTER 393
And then she saw them: Enrique, Donald, and her mother, Vivian, standing in the doorway. Enrique’s hand was extended, a gun smoking in his trembling grip. Her head throbbed, not just from the shock of the gunshot, but from a deeper, more primal fear. Her gaze locked on her brother, the smoking gun, the raw terror in his eyes, and a wave of nausea washed over her. What had he done? And suddenly, she looked outside and… yes. Her nightmare came true. The man her heart was bleeding for, just a few seconds ago was lying there under the rain. Yes, Gerald was… motionless. He was gone. Rachael’s breath caught in her throat as her mind raced to piece together what had just happened. The raindrops blurred her vision, but she didn’t need clarity to see the dark crimson pooling around Gerald's body, mixing with the water and disappearing into the cracks of the pavement. "No!" she screamed, her voice ripping through the storm as she stumbled forward. Her legs finally moved, propelling her ou
CHAPTER 392
“Let me finish. I sacrificed everything for you and your family. Guess what, I met Nathan. And now I understand your family better. You killed Candace even after everything she did for you. She was more than a daughter. She was the spine of your family. And Nathan was her spine. And guess what your family did to her. I guess no one is ever enough for the Davenports.” Rachael had nothing to say in response. This was definitely the reason why her sister, Anita finally detached herself from the family, never to return ever again. “But Gerald I.. my family is not me. I am..” “...their blood. Driven by pride and greed, throwing away every walking stick that supported you when you stumbled," Gerald continued, his voice steady but full of pain. "Rachael, you may not have been the one to pull the trigger, but you stood by and watched. You chose them over me, over us, time and time again. You can't separate yourself from their actions now. You’re part of them." Rachael’s breath hitched, t
CHAPTER 391
“Gerald?” she whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. But the line was silent. Only the sound of static mixed with the soft, persistent rainfall could be heard. “Gerald?” she repeated, a little louder this time, as though speaking louder might make him respond. The fear that it might all be some cruel hallucination gripped her chest. After a long pause, a voice finally cracked through the silence. It was familiar but strained, like a memory clinging to life.“I see you have moved on. Or maybe not. Why are you crying?” he asked, his voice breaking through her head and melting her heart. Her tears tripled. “Gerald I… I’m… Gerald I…I’m sorry,” Racheal choked out, her voice cracking as her emotions surged uncontrollably. She sank back into the chair, clutching the phone tighter as though holding it would somehow pull him back from the abyss. “I never wanted to hurt you... I never wanted any of this.” Her words were tangled in the rawness of the moment, each syllable carrying the
CHAPTER 390
The Davenport family had overstayed their welcome in London, and it was finally time to head back to Mexico. The past few years had been anything but smooth for them. From their deceptive entanglement with Collins to discovering the truth about his identity, to the loss of their daughter—who, ironically, they had killed themselves—the rollercoaster of events had left its mark. London had been no refuge; it only deepened the fractures within the family. Vivian sat in the salon, her nails being shaped and polished to perfection in preparation for the journey. The rhythmic hum of drills and the smell of acetone barely registered as she scrolled through her phone, her mind lost in other thoughts. Enrique, on the other hand, was in his room, alone. His phone was in one hand, the other resting near an empty bottle of lotion and a pile of used tissues. His indulgent habits were a well-kept family secret, and he wasn’t planning to break that routine anytime soon. Donald and his wife, Sar
CHAPTER 389
This was it for him! The last thing he would have loved to do was look Nathan in the eye and tell him how he messed up, to let Nathan hear how sorry he was, and to plead for forgiveness and perhaps expose all of Marcus’ diabolical deeds. Then, maybe, just maybe God might consider keeping a seat for him in the sky. Neil’s creaking voice faded into his head as he got up. He could swear that somewhere out there, Nathan was alive. He hoped that the wind would take his thoughts to his old friend, even though they would never get to see each other again. As soon as Neil got back to his cell, something caught him off guard. There were more men in his room than usual. There were only 5 inmates in the room with him, himself included. But this time, he saw what felt like 12 men, all armed with muscles, some with knives, daggers, and even batons. They all turned around, keeping mute and allowing the air to get tense. One of the men stepped forward. Neil looked at Damon’s knuckle. He looke
CHAPTER 388
“You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve done,” Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can sit there and judge me? You, of all people? The man who betrayed Nathan, who tortured him, who made his life a living hell?” Neil smirked, unbothered by the accusations. “And yet, here you are, Marcus. Standing on the same side of the line as me. The difference is, I don’t pretend to be the hero. I don’t hide behind some flimsy excuse of love or loyalty. I own my sins.” “Shut up!,” Marcus growled, his voice barely above a whisper. But Neil wasn’t done. He turned his gaze to April, who stood frozen behind the glass wall, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear. “Does she even know the real you, Marcus? The man who handed Nathan’s sister over to Donald like a piece of meat? The man who orchestrated her escape, not to protect her, but to keep her tethered to you? Tell me, Marcus, what will she say when she finds out the truth?” This was the turning point for Marc
