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The little girl was bleeding severely from her leg and whimpering in the cold. The water was splashing directly onto her skin, making it even more difficult for her to bear the excruciating pain. “Oh shit! Can you lift your leg?” Nathan stooped down low and tried to help her. But it was obvious that the little girl was dying already. A heavy brick had fallen on her and there was no way he could push it away by himself. “Damn it! Hold on, little girl. I’m coming right back!” Nathan hurried back to the car and called the driver to help him raise the little girl. “Look! I’m not helping you do no shit! You paid me to drive you somewhere despite the heavy flood. We are halfway through and now you want to cut the journey to help a girl you don’t even know? Let her die. She won’t be the first!” The driver spat arrogantly with no trace of empathy. “Have you no conscience? There’s a little girl that needs help out there and all you care about is..” “..is my money! I want my money. It
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 30
“Oh good lord, young master! You almost gave me a heart attack! I’ve been trying to…” “Forget all that, Fred. I’m in Lawson hospital at the moment with a little girl who is badly hurt. The staff here don’t seem to be so nice. This little girl is dying and they deprive her of emergency treatment because of my appearance! What can you do about it?” Nathan asked quickly, turning back to look at the little girl. “Young master. You have a good heart. Now listen. They have made a terribly big mistake and they will pay for it dearly today. Please give me a few minutes to fix the issue.” Fred said enthusiastically and ended the call. He too was seemingly angry, so angry that Nathan was a bit concerned about what he might do. Fred was the type of person who took things to the extreme. He believed in revenge and will not rest until he makes sure that his pokes his poker right in the brain. Nathan wasn’t the only person carrying that weight and entertaining that fury. Everyone was und
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 31
The lady’s dress, in a subtle shade of blue or gray, exuded authority and competence while still maintaining elegance. As she stormed into the hospital with guards by her side, her attire commanded attention, making a powerful impression on everyone around. “It’s her. The manager! She’s like a goddess!” “Is she here to save us? My daughter is dying!” “She doesn’t look bothered. I hope she does something quick before I loose my dear wife!” The Nurse on the reception desk quickly lowered her head and greeted her madam with so much respect that her hands were shaking. Other staff also bowed to greet her. Miss Lilly, the manager of Lawson is known to be a rude and aggressive woman. She was a no nonsense woman and was far from kind. She treats her staff rudely and orders them around like they are slaves. But despite her ill manners, she tries to remain calm and respectful with her clients because bad reports from the hospital will damage her reputation and she might end up lo
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 32
“I said…!” The man in the suit roared with so much anger. As he stood just in front of the door, his strong presence was felt to the ends of the reception area. He wasn’t alone. Over 9 guards also strapped in suits were stationed beside him. These guards were so muscular that their biceps and abs were screaming aloud, wanting to rip through their dresses. Everyone turned to Lady Lily to see her reaction. Her reaction shook everyone right off their feet. “Is she kneeling down?” “No! She’s bowing. Why’s that? How’s that possible?” “Who’s this man?!” One by one, all the other staffs in the building stopped whatever they were doing and knelt down before the man in the suit. Even the Nurse. The only people who didn’t get on their knees were the patients and other people who had little or knowledge of the man in the suit. Another person who didn’t kneel was Nathan. Nathan was far from kneeling down. In fact, he was shocked. The powerful man in suit ignored everyone and as so
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Everyone gasped in extreme shock. Their mouths were literally wide open. Lady Lily walked up to Fred, making sure she kept a good distance. “Um.. master Fred, I’m sure there is a mixup here, some sort of misunderstanding! Um you see, this young man is just a regular customer and I’m sure he probably only had his appearance and nothing else!” Lily said, shaking. Fred turned to Nathan. “Young master, how do you intend to punish this insolence? Your wish is my command, sir!” Fred said humbly, making everyone even more confused. “Did he just bow before that boy?” “What’s going on!” Nathan then cleared his throat. He already knew just what he wanted and today he would teach everyone around him a lesson. Especially the nurses and doctors who were partial. But most of all, he would make Lily pay! “Tonight, Lily loses her job and must be replaced by a better manager. Fire her! And fire this ill mannered receptionist behind me. The hospital is short of employees. I want as many
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 34
“What?!” Nathan asked in astonishment. He tried to hide his surprise, but it was evident that he was really taken aback. “Tell me, Fred. Just how rich am I?” Nathan settled down to think about the possibility of being so rich that almost every company belongs to him. But this was beyond imagination. It was all real. It wasn’t an illusion or some type of trans. He wasn’t dreaming. Everything was real. “Let’s just say you won’t be able to imagine it, young master. This is just one of your many Estates across London!” Fred said and smiled at the young man. He was getting fond of him and admired his humility. Soon, the convoy stopped at a duplex, but it wasn’t a house. It was more of a company. They stepped down and already standing there in front of their parked car was a woman, a man and a few other neatly dressed individuals. As soon as Fred and Nathan stepped down, they lowered their heads to show their respect. “Hey Ann! How was the flood here? It seems it didn’t get
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 35
Ann was excited hearing that expression come from Nathan. She found satisfaction knowing that Nathan loved the apartment. The building was heaven on earth. The sitting room was an excellently constructed space with sleek, modern furnishings and tasteful decor. The walls were adorned with vibrant paintings and elegant sculptures, adding a touch of sophistication to the space. Plush sofas and armchairs beckoned invitingly, promising comfort and relaxation after a long day from school. It was breathtaking. The sitting room flowed seamlessly into the dining area, where a gleaming table surrounded by cushioned chairs awaited. A crystal chandelier hung overhead, casting a warm glow over the room and adding a touch of glamour to the space. That was the type of dining experience where each bite of food was like a taste of elegance. Ann walked Nathan to the kitchen. That was another wonder to behold. The kitchen was a chef's dream, equipped with state-of-the-art appliances and ample
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 36
The clock struck 7:00 am. Nathan's eyes gently opened. What a night. He was awake but had no yearning to get up. He slept like a baby. The bed was truly a real time automatic massager. Nathan took his phone and went to his Google photos. He began looking at pictures that he and Amanda had taken many years back. Memories were flooding in. For the record, Nathan really thought she was the one. She was the only person who had ever given him so much attention and care. No one else cares about her. One time, Amanda even stood up for Nathan when he was about to be bullied by some bad guys. This incident happened at high school. Nathan had known Amanda for many many years. The first time he set his eyes on the pretty soul, he was quickly drawn to her and he was determined to talk to her. But he never did. He was too empty to make a move. His mental health was in danger, his financial health was deteriorating. Meeting a pretty queen like Amanda would just be a quicker way of fina
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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
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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
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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
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“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
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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
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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
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“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
