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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 284
“Have you seen the news?” Vivian asked, walking into Enrique’s office. She held a tablet in her hand, tapping the large screen. She had a slightly worried look on her old face. Enrique took the tab and watched the news from Mexico. It was concerning the daughter of the governor whom the Davenport family had kidnapped and murdered after collecting a ransom of more than 2 million dollars. This was their usual business which they underground, but this time, things are beginning to go south. The news reporter stated how intense the governor of Tijuana had taken up the issue. Kidnapping, violence and other forms of crimes were usually overlooked by the governor because he was a corrupt soul himself. The whole city was full of criminals and corrupt people. But this time, Mr Xicolatl Técauni was above his silence. His own daughter was reported dead and her body was seen floating on the Rio Tijuana river. This broke him to the point that he literally cried out loud in his office when h
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“He is not answering. The heck?” Donald sparked. “He will definitely call back when he sees a missed call from us. For now, I want you all to give your utmost best in this project. It is true that Megan White took more shares than desired, but it is our name that will be on the forefront. Am I clear?” Vivian echoed. Everyone nodded and Vivian was about to say something else when she paused, her attention stolen by another person standing on the doorway. Racheal. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, hot tears. “Again, you all clustered to have a meeting and you guys did not bother to include me?" Racheal's voice cracked as she wiped away the tears. Her once commanding presence had diminished, replaced with vulnerability. The room fell silent. No one wanted to meet her eyes, not even Vivian, who normally had something sharp to say. Vivian sighed, crossing her arms. "Racheal, this isn’t the time for—" "Not the time?" Racheal interrupted, her voice trembling but growing stron
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Anita's smile faltered for a second before she quickly recovered, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Oh, sweetie, I’ll make sure Henry keeps me far, far away from whatever pit you and your ex-husband crawled out of." Racheal approached Anita to disfigure her face with a slap, but Anita was smarter. She hid behind Vivian. “Alright, everyone, listen up.” Vivian began, shielding Anita from Racheal’s wrath. “What have I always taught you? Family! Family first. We have wronged Racheal and the least we can do is apologise.” She turned to Racheal. “Wipe your tears. Tears are for weaklings. The Davenports do not show weakness, we do not cry over lost relationships. Gerald was a lost cause, literally. If he had been with us, he would have tarnished the name of our company. Yes, he sacrificed a lot, but our motto remains, ‘Never Fix The Broken Vase. Get A New One.’” Vivian cleared her throat before she continued. “Now, you all know that we have an upcoming event, the wedding of the Hea
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 287
Vivian cleared her throat. “Remember, all of you, the first thing those fucking cops smell is fear. I swear they smell through their eyes. So, compose yourselves and act normal," Vivian commanded in a low, steely voice, her composure quickly returning. She straightened her posture and shot a warning glance at everyone in the room. "Whatever they’re here for, we stay calm. No one shows any signs of panic." Enrique’s smirk disappeared, and even Anita, with all her bravado, seemed slightly shaken. Racheal, however, remained stone-faced, her hand still clenched around the card as if it were her lifeline. Vivian brushed past them all, adjusting her hair and pulling on a serene smile, her movements graceful and controlled. "Let’s not keep our guests waiting, shall we?" The family followed her out of the office, each member trying to mask the tension that lingered in the air. As they entered the sitting room, they were met by the sight of three uniformed officers standing rigidly by the
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 288
“Coffee is always taken in the morning. You know why? It’s because it makes the rest of the day bright. A legendary quote once said ‘A cup of coffee a day keeps the doctor away.’ And I agree.” Marcus chuckled and sipped into his cup of coffee. “Silly. You have had 5 cups already just this morning. You might die before the doctors return.” April replied with a smirk. “That is more caffeine than the hairs on your head.” Marcus laughed and adjusted his tie while April brushed down her silky hair. “Hmm.. maybe that is why I haven’t been good in bed lately.” Marcus laughed. “Of course. Don’t you know, less caffeine is the secret to better stamina?” April teased, raising an eyebrow as she took a slow sip of her tea. “Maybe you should switch to that instead.” Marcus smirked, setting his cup down. “Oh, so that’s the trick, huh? I thought it was the company.” April chuckled, stepping closer to him. “Maybe it’s both. But don’t worry, you’re better than 10 men. It just takes time… and
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 289
This angered Marcus so much that his temperature began to rise. He brought out his phone to call the CEO of the hospital, Foster White. The officers laughed. “You are a weirdo. You think this is some sort of urban story where you will just put out a call and the manager will come running to save your ass? Look, I don’t know you, but you are definitely not someone important and you’re wasting my time,” one of the officers finished with a sneer. Marcus felt a surge of rage. His grip tightened around his phone, the knuckles turning white. They had no idea who they were speaking to, and their insolence was pushing him dangerously close to the edge. "You think you can just walk in here, make demands, and insult me?" Before he could say another word, April subtly placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle yet firm, urging him to calm down. “Marcus,” she said softly, her voice steady but carrying an underlying tension. “Let them do their job. It’s not worth causing a scene.” He glanced
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April's heart pounded in her chest. She froze, her mind spinning, trying to figure out her next move. She had been careful—so careful—but now, it felt like everything was unraveling. Marcus stepped in front of her, shielding her from the officers, his eyes blazing with fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You can’t just come in here and start throwing orders around like that!" The second officer, unshaken by Marcus’ defiance, cocked his gun. "Step aside, sir. We have reason to believe this woman is involved in an ongoing investigation. We have the right to question her." Marcus clenched his fists, the tension in the room thick enough to cut. "If you want to question her, you do it by the book. Not by pointing guns in my face. You better have a damn good reason for this, or you’re going to wish you never stepped foot in this hospital." April’s breath quickened behind her mask, sweat beading on her forehead. This was bad—worse than bad. They knew something. But how? Coul
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 291
The officers flinched at the command, but they didn’t dare move. Marcus, feeling the weight of his boss’s presence behind him, turned to the officers with a steely look. “You heard him. Get. Out. Now!!” For a moment, no one moved. The lead officer hesitated, his grip tightening on his gun, but the cold stare from Mr. Frost was enough to make even the boldest man reconsider. Slowly, the officers lowered their weapons and backed toward the door. “Mr Frost, sir, this… this is not right. We… we are only doing our jobs and we believe…” Nathan’s lips curled into a faint, almost cruel smile. He cut in. “You are faltering and stammering. Is that how you are trained? Does my presence frighten you?” The officers could not give an answer. They tried to be as stoic as the wall clock on the wall just above their heads, firm and unwavering. But it was not working at all. They were standing in the same room with all mighty Mr Frost. Who wouldn’t quiver in fear. He did not speak much words, but
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CHAPTER 430 (THE END)
“What now? You’re gonna leave me here to die away? Huh? Is that how you forgive? And I don’t need your fucking forgiveness, you hear me?” “You are still a loser. Look what it took you to get here! You lost Fred, lost your employees, lost your wife, lost your sister! You are a loser, Nathan, and it will always be that way! Go on, walk away like you always do, but what I said just now is the truth, okay?” Alex roared out in agony and pain, trying to break free. His words kept opening a wound in Nathan’s heart. A wound that he was trying to heal, a wound he would spend a trillion dollars to completely close up. But Alex did not give a damn! He needed to lash out his own anger and cries. “I would kill you over and over again, brother. Our father was an asshole just like you. He hated me, he could not bear the responsibility of a son from his janitor. And I am the product of that disgusting intimacy, Nathan.” Alex’s voice broke. He didn’t want it to, but it did. His entire body shook,
CHAPTER 429 (GRANDE FINALE)
Alex Reed struggled to breathe as hard as he struggled to see. He looked around and could barely see a thing. He was in a dark room and whoever the fuck put him there was merciful enough to place a dim light above his head, just enough for him to see his own breath. He tried to move, but his body was numb, and yes, he was tied to a chair, so he could not move. He had been captured. He tried to recall the last incident that happened to him. He was in his car, driving to the airport for his departure, and then he was drinking… Yes. He was poisoned by a man who was not Mark, his driver. Someone had ambushed him, and now, he was tied up to a stupid chair when he was supposed to be on the seat of his private jet. Clearly, it was Megan. Alex had been humiliated to the core already. He had Vanessa slap him ruthlessly in public, diminishing his pride, lowering his esteem in front of the whole world. Then, he had Emma threaten him. This was not right. This was not the Alex he had envision
CHAPTER 428 (FINALE)
Marcus’s breath hitched. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. His fingers curled into fists, and for the first time in years, he felt something he had long buried—fear. His lips parted slightly, but no words came. April, oblivious to the storm brewing within Marcus, stared at Neil’s grave with a mixture of shock and grief. “Neil…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I—I didn’t even know he was buried here. I mean, I heard he was killed. And whoever did it, death to the person.” Mr. Frost said nothing. He simply stood there, his hands in his coat pockets, his head slightly tilted, watching Marcus the way a lion watches its prey—patient, unhurried, and inevitable. “You seem shaken, Marcus,” Mr. Frost finally said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Why?” Marcus forced a dry chuckle. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this,” he lied. “It’s just bringing back memories.” “Ah,” Mr. Frost nodded, taking a slow step toward Neil’s grave.
CHAPTER 427 (FINALE)
“You said you wanted to see me?” Asked Marcus, panting. He had been running. He dared not disappoint Mr. Frost or make him wait. Especially because Mr. Frost had been cold towards him for a while. Marcus was not sure why Mr Frost would tell him to meet him at the cemetery. He literally just returned from a journey, not a vacation trip, a work trip to Dubai and he had been there for over 1 month, alone and away from all social connections, online and offline. “Did you bring your girlfriend as I requested?” asked Mr. Frost. “Yes I did, sir.” Marcus responded and signalled for April to come over. This was yet another strange thing. Why did he request for April too? April walked up to them and greeted Mr. Frost respectfully. Mr. Frost looked into her eyes and smiled, the type of smile that came from past lives and would live on for millions of years. His smile was so endearing, thought April, the very first day she met him. There was an aura he exuded that was so… so familiar, so
CHAPTER 426
Mr. Frost stood there, silently allowing the breeze to softly kiss his tender skin. Tender? No, more like rough and craggy. In this context, many people would say he had been through hell and back. But this was not the case for Mr. Frost. He lived in hell, ate in hell, cried in hell, burnt in hell, revived, burnt again, defeated demons, defeated the devil himself, and took over control. But he was close. He was this close to losing it, this close to becoming the very thing that destroyed him. His life had been a mystery, a story that could cover over 2,000 pages and 400 chapters. If only he had been writing a story of his life, or at least just documenting some specific events or even writing a journal, then it might probably be the best selling book in the New York Times or even in the entire world. Maybe he would title it, “The Man Who Survived Hell and Ruled It.” or “A Man Called Revenge!” He scoffed. He gulped down his bottle of wine as he reminisced back to early orphan
CHAPTER 425
“I… I’m sorry, Loulou. But this is it! You remember when you I used to carry that firewood back in Egypt? And then, I would… I would, um, fall and trip over? Then you would say, ‘Abni, adhhab wastriha. ead ghadan wasawf takun 'aqwaa’?” “Then I would run back home and cry. Ha!” Alex sniffed in. “I think this is the time, Loulou. I am falling. I am tripping over, and I cannot stand by and watch all that we have built crumble. I have no one left, Loulou. Vanessa has left me, Megan she… she is a fucking snake and had been a betrayer.” “All the people I called friends are fucking leeches. Parasites. I will be returning back to Egypt, Mom, but not for long. I will be back. Stronger and better.” Cozbi just lay there, eyes shut, breathing slow and paced. Alex was not sure when she would wake up or if leaving her was the right decision. But he smelled danger. First of all, Vanessa had actually been around all those times, and then Megan, whom he thought was going to be his salvation, turned
CHAPTER 424
“Sir! Someone is here to see you!” George, his right hand man said. Donald was raging. He had been grinding his teeth for days now. What was going on? Him, Donald Arthur, one of the most feared men in the city, lost a fight to his useless son and to a little girl. He felt like a laughingstock. He had built his empire with blood, sweat, and absolute ruthlessness. He had crushed men who dared to stand in his way. He had destroyed families without blinking. And now? He had lost to them? To a boy who once cowered before him and a girl he never even considered a threat? Unacceptable. His fingers curled into fists, his knuckles turning white as he forced himself to breathe. He had been grinding his teeth so much that his jaw ached. "Who is it?" Donald snapped, his voice sharp as a blade. George hesitated. "He… uh, he didn’t give a name, sir. But he said you'd want to see him." Donald exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "If this is another damn journalist or some lowlife trying
CHAPTER 423
Alex’s body went numb for two reasons. Firstly, her stomach was bloated. Secondly, it was Vanessa. His eyes bulged out, and he looked to Megan, who gave him a sly smile. Finally, their eyes interlocked. Alex could breathe her anger. It was like he was standing next to a fire, a hot lava, and one push from an inauspicious wind could lead to an untimely death. “You!” he said to Megan before taking slow steps to his ex, who was not official. Finally, they were sharing the same oxygen and staring eyeball to eyeball. “V.. Vanessa. I… Look, I know that…” Slap! Alex held his face. He felt humiliated. But he had to try one more time. “Vanessa. Whatever you think is not true. I…” Slap! Slap again. Slap the fourth time. This got onlookers making videos of the lady slapping the man at the airport. Alex could do nothing. He was trapped. His security guards were not with him, and he was in an open space; he could not raise hand or voice against a pregnant woman. “5 months, Alex Reed. 5
CHAPTER 422
2 Weeks Later ‘Beep’ ’Beep’ ‘Beep’ The machines hymned rhythmically, echoing into the four walls of the hospital room. Cozbi’s situation did not seem to be getting any better. It was, in fact, worsening. Alex thumped his head on the wall repeatedly. “I told her! I fucking told her! I fucking told her not to meet with Mr. Frost. Now she has a fucking heart attack.” Alex roared, curled his fist into a ball, and punched the wall. But it only left him with a pulverised hand. “She will be fine,” said Megan to comfort him. “Do not tell me she will be fine. It’s been two weeks now, and my mother had not even lifted a finger. I knew her coming to the UK was a big red flag. And you,” Alex continued, focusing his attention on Megan, “You knew she was going in to see Mr. Frost, that… that god… or whatever his fucking title is. Yet you not only approved of it, you even went in with her. All of that without my consent!” Alex roared. Then Megan stood up and walked to him. “Alex, do not
