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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 296
“Alright, everyone. The time have arrived. Please, have your seats as designated to you and let the ceremony begin!” the host announced, sending off everyone to their seats in the large hall. But there was one person who stood still, peering her eyes into a direction that felt like glue. She could not take her eyes off. “Rachael, you heard the announcement. Let us go.” Anita called out. “Oh, right. I was thinking about something.” she sniffled. Anita squinted her eyes. “Hmmm… I see who you’re looking at. Leon right? Leon LangFord, right?” “Stop it, Anita. Let us go and seat our asses down before it begins.” Racheal forced the words out, her eyes still longing for the sight of Leon as he walked gracefully to his seat with a cup of champagne in his hand. He looked so… so alien, so different, so godly, so un-Geraldly. For a moment there, she totally forgot that she had ever been married to that loser, Gerald. His dark eyes matched his dark suit, and his wristwatch almost blinded
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 297
The families of both bride and groom were all given turns to share their speeches. Anastasia was the first. She walked on the stage and narrated how she always laughed at Lucas for being so single. She made fun of him so much. Thankfully, he will now be able to brag with a wife. The crowd laughed heartily and cheered. Mr and Mrs Hearst and their in-laws, Mr and Mrs Donald each gave their own heart speech. It was a moment of emotions, swirling around. But Charles did not stand up to speak. He sat there, watching his sister force a smile on her face as she was bound to a guy she never really loved. He was the first son of the family, but he was too soft and so, his words meant little. He wished he could grab his little sister’s hands and run away to somewhere safe. How could his parents be so selfish? Selling their own daughter out to another family just for personal gain and some fucking business relationship that might not last. Oh, his poor sister! He looked at Anastasia, holdi
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 298
Enrique shrugged, giving Racheal a sideways glance. “Leon’s all right. A bit too focused on the family business if you ask me. Not exactly the romantic type, but hey, you’re not looking for love, right? You’re looking for security. He has more money than I can imagine. Even richer than Henry.” He said, giving a darting gaze to Anita. Racheal bit her lip, feeling the weight of her family’s expectations pressing down on her. Security. That’s all they ever cared about. Never mind what she wanted, what she felt. Vivian leaned forward, her voice softening just a fraction. “Racheal, darling, I’m not saying you need to marry the man tonight. But don’t waste time. You’re not getting any younger, and this is an opportunity. Don’t let it slip by.” Racheal swallowed her frustration and forced a smile. "Sure, Mother," she said, her voice barely hiding the sarcasm. "I'll get right on that." As Racheal took a sip of her champagne, she couldn't help but think, ‘Maybe being a newly born owl is
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 299
“Damn!” Rachel squeezed her face in disgust. If he didn’t pick the worst possible moment to make an appearance. He stood there, his disheveled hair barely tamed and a grin that screamed ‘I’m here to ruin your life’. Rachael’s stomach dropped. ‘Of course, it had to be Gerald. Why couldn’t he just disappear like his finances? Just why?’ Gerald took a casual step forward, slipping into the conversation like he belonged there. His clothes were decent enough, but there was no denying the air of desperation clinging to him. It was like he had crawled out from beneath a boulder just to crash her chance at redemption. "Racheal, darling," he crooned, his tone laced with mockery, "I didn't expect to find you cozying up to the Langfords tonight." Leon’s eyes flickered from Racheal to Gerald, his expression as unreadable as ever. But Racheal could sense his judgment, and it made her skin crawl. Why is this my life? “Gerald,” she managed to say, trying to keep her voice steady. “What are
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 300
Gerald thought as he felt the sting of Vivian's third slap. His cheek burned, but he stood firm, refusing to let the physical pain match the bitterness boiling inside him. Vivian’s eyes were blazing with fury, her hands trembling as she clenched them into fists. He could end all of this insult and trash with just one phone call. "How dare I what, Vivian? Exist? Be your daughter’s husband?" His voice was laced with a calm venom, so chilling it cut through the hot air of the wedding reception like a blade. "You all abandoned me when things went south. Didn’t even bother to check if I was alive after my company fell apart. Now you waltz in, acting like I'm the villain?" Vivian's two sons, Enrique and Donald, stepped forward, the threat in their body language crystal clear. Enrique's fists flexed, itching to strike, while Donald looked ready to pounce at any given word from his mother. "Oh, please," Gerald scoffed. "You think I'm scared of you two? You think just because you wear
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 301
“Wonderful people of London, you are the very backbone of this ceremony. Because of you, this wedding is being held. And you must be appreciated. My boss, Mrs Megan White will not be making it tonight, however, she requests I make a donation of $10 Million to the celebrants.” Gerald smiled on the stage. The look on the Davenport family's faces was priceless. They were shocked beyond comprehension. Had Gerald been right all along? About his position as the project manager, the one they had mocked? Their disbelief slowly turned to a sinking realization: Gerald wasn’t bluffing. He had real power now, something they had arrogantly dismissed. Vivian, Enrique, Donald, and Racheal exchanged nervous glances, their earlier bravado shattered into a million and one irretrievable pieces. The murmurs in the crowd only intensified as Gerald continued his speech, smiling as if he hadn’t just thrown an entire family’s dirty laundry into the public eye. "I want to personally thank all of you
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 302
The grand reveal. The velvet covering was lifted, unveiling a mesmerising Picasso piece that shimmered under the soft glow of the chandelier. Gasps of awe and murmurs of admiration rippled through the crowd. Even Gerald, who had just basked in the satisfaction of his personal victory, was drawn to the masterpiece. The painting—an abstract swirl of bold strokes and melancholic blues spread across the piece—seemed to pulse with life. It was as if Picasso himself had poured his soul onto the canvas. The MC continued his dramatic narration, "This piece, ladies and gentlemen, is known as L'Esprit de la Révolution. It was a gift to Mr. Hearst, a memento of their shared passion for art and rebellion." "Starting bid at $10 million," the MC declared. "Let the battle begin!" Hands shot up without hesitation. The numbers climbed fast—$10 million, $15 million, $20 million—until the bid was at an astounding $40 million. The Davenports, despite their earlier disgrace, stayed quiet. Even they
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 303
The mysterious man moved slowly through the crowd, his face half-hidden by the shadows. His eyes flickered toward the stage where the painting was being auctioned, but he made no move to bid just yet. The moment was perfectly timed. Gerald, still holding his champagne, glanced down at the man from across the room. He squinted, recognition flaring briefly in his eyes before his expression returned to neutral. He knew something was happening—something big. A few other people in the room were fighting hard with their minds as they tried to recognize the man. He looked so familiar, yet so different. “$80 million!” another bidder called out, their voice shaky, eager to claim the prize. The higher the bid, the higher the value. And in years to come, the investment might be heavier than its current worth. Then came the voice, low but clear. “$100 million.” Every head turned. This time, the broken man had spoken. The mysterious guy had finally stepped into the light. The room fell into
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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
