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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 325
“My mother? What do you mean 'my mother'?” Alex asked. Vanessa simply shoved the phone to his face. It was indeed her. He saved her with the name ‘LouLou’. “Oh fuck! Why is she calling? I hope it’s not what I’m thinking?” Alex grumbled to himself. “Pick it up!” Vanessa picked up the call and broadened a smile on her face like the woman could see it. “Hello, mom.” She said softly “Ya habibati ibnati! Is that you?” The lady across the phone asked. “Yes, mother. It’s me, Vanessa.” She replied smiling. “How are you, mom? It’s been a while.” “Oh, wa man dha al-dhi? You and Alex never call me. Anyway, where is my son? Tell him that Mommy is at the airport right now. I am in London. Oh, it was such a long, stressful trip from Egypt. These white London people are so rude! Ugh! I heard what happened to Alex. I had to come to see my baby boy!” Loulou said happily. Alex heard and almost slapped his hand across his face. Why the fuck would she take such a trip without telling him?
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 326
“Please!!! Please let me go. I won’t say a word. Please.” Kamsi begged the old man. But everyone knew better than to beg Mr Donald. The man was beyond evil. He was Satan himself. And this was why it surprised his family and his men when he decided to give Kamsi really good treatment. Usually, he would lock up his captives in the most horrible prison cells he had built beneath his room. It was worse than torture. Could it be that it was simply because she was a young girl and wouldn’t want to hurt her? “Come on, you know that’s a lie. How many kids does boss have in his dungeon?” Denby asked his colleague, Axton. “Many, mate. Fucking hundreds. He’s a fucking pedo, blud!” Axton replied in agreement. Their jobs as security men —guarding a teenager in a fancy room filled with everything she needed— were far from easy. They had one sole purpose in life and if they messed it up, if they let Kamsi by any slightest chance slip away, then they would spend the rest of their lives as
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 327
Usually, Nathan would never go to see anyone no matter how dire the situation was, both as Nathan Reed and as Mr Frost. He was always in charge and would stay in the comfort of his office for anyone who wanted to meet up with him. One time when the Mayor General wanted to meet up with Mr Frost, he had to leave his own home many miles away to come to see Mr. Frost. Nathan Reed was not exactly as powerful as Mr. Frost, not even close. But he had power in the industry as well. His sudden return confirmed it. This was why everyone was shocked to learn that the mighty Nathan Reed would meet Vivian in her own home to discuss what the internet termed A Trivial Matter. Just how important could it be? Why on Earth would someone as powerful as Nathan Reed stoop so low to go to the house of the Davenports who were not even really recognized in London, and whose family was undergoing a crime investigation? The Davenports’ influence and wealth were limited only to Mexico. They only had powe
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 328
Moments later, she heard the footsteps—measured, deliberate, heavy with the kind of authority that could crush mountains. Nathan walked into her office without needing an invitation, his presence filling the room with a cold gravity. Vivian forced herself to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes, they were no longer Collins’. They were Nathan Reed’s, and in them, she saw the chilling storm of a man who was ready to do whatever it took. Nathan walked into her office looking like a monster ready to devour even the paintings on the wall. He was not alone. He walked in with two monstrous bodyguards on each side to his left and to his right. His shoes, his suit, his watch, they screamed wealth and opulence. The only person who Vivian feared so much like Nathan was Mr. Frost. “You have something of mine,” Nathan began, voice low, calm, but sharp enough to slice through steel. Vivian opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. This wasn’t the conversation she’d expected. Negotiations
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 329
Vivian's face burned with humiliation, the dripping water mixing with the remnants of her dignity as she glared up at Nathan, seething with fury. The old version of her, the commanding matriarch of the Davenports, would never have tolerated such degradation, but the man standing before her wasn’t anyone she could control or manipulate anymore. Nathan stood there, calm, almost indifferent, as if her fury meant nothing to him. He shoved the mirror closer, forcing her to confront the reflection of her true self—the one she’d spent decades hiding behind makeup, power, and cruelty. Vivian blinked, the harsh reality staring back at her: a woman stripped of her influence, reduced to nothing by the very man she once used as a pawn. Rebecca and Racheal stood frozen at the doorway, their wide eyes betraying the terror they felt. This wasn’t the Nathan they had heard about. This was something far worse. He was ruthless, unflinching, and absolutely in control. Vivian gritted her teeth, her vo
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 330
Vivian, on the other hand, was emboldened by Nathan’s silence. She believed she had him cornered, and that smug confidence oozed from her voice. "Secondly," she continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "you will give us financial reparation for the damage caused. Donald wants no less than a hundred million pounds wired to his accounts. You’ll also return everything you’ve taken from the Davenports over the years—every piece of property, every contract, every ounce of power you stole.” She paused, watching Nathan closely, expecting anger or resistance, but all she got was a blank stare. It unnerved her slightly, but she pressed on. “And lastly,” Vivian said, leaning forward, her voice barely above a whisper, “you’ll leave London. Forever.” For a moment, the room was silent. Nathan sat there, staring at her with an unreadable expression. Then, he leaned back slightly, clasping his hands together, his gaze unblinking. "Is that all?" His voice was calm, dangerously calm. Vi
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 331
“Oh, my dear son…” Cozbi said as soon as she pushed the door open. Without hesitation, she rushed over to Alex, her hands reaching for his disheveled hair, smoothing it down as though it could erase the turmoil he had been through. “Look at you. Nathan really did you bad, eh?” she exclaimed loudly, her voice laced with exaggerated concern. Alex squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to be still asleep. He wasn’t ready to face his mother, not now, not with everything going on. Loulou’s presence, though comforting to some, always made him feel like he was under a microscope, judged for his every weakness. “Welcome to London, Loulou,” Vanessa said with a thin smile, trying to mask her discomfort with the woman’s presence. Vanessa had always admired Loulou’s strength, but there was something about her intensity that could suffocate a room. Still focused on her son, Loulou ignored Vanessa’s greeting and turned her full attention back to Alex, gently shaking him. “You! Are you even feeding
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 332
“Oh come on, Mom. You brought something edible all the way from Egypt? Africa? It’s gonna get spoilt!” Alex grumbled. “Oh, where are your manners? Is that how you say thank you? Does Vanessa not teach you anything? Huh?” Cozbi rang dissapointedly. She then signaled to her maid who rolled her super expensive storage back with an inbuilt microwave and refrigerator in it. “Oh wow. You really prepared for this journey Loulou. How long do you plan on staying?” Alex chuckled nervously. “Come on, abni… I only got here. Maybe a year or less.” She smiled and began to bring out the meals from the box. ‘Fuck!’ Alex sighed and looked at Vanessa who was looking outside the window angrily. She was not pleased with Cozbi’s presence either. Did she not recognize her as Alex’s wife-to-be? “Yes, that’s right. Baklava and your favorite lamb kofta," Cozbi finished with a proud smile, carefully laying out the food on the table as if it were a grand feast. "You always loved these when you were lit
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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
